ZSC’s Big Cover Reveal

Posted on November 2, 2012 by Jinxie G

It’s finally that time of year again, where the Zombie Survival Crew unveils its latest anthology…and I’m in it this time! But here, I’ll let Juliette tell you all about the book and how to pre-order before the big cover reveal:

From the mobile unit of ZSC Commander-in-Chief Juliette Terzieff:

After months of anticipation, the day has finally come when we can release the cover art for Undead Uncensored, the second Zombie Survival Crew anthology. This year’s anthology is a vibrant collection of short fiction, poetry and non-fiction pieces designed to help you get your zombie freak on and prepare for what we might all face if the zombipocalypse hits!

Undead Uncensored features the work of yours truly alongside other ZSC Commanders: actor Michael Rooker, award-winning author LK Gardner-Griffie, and authors Jinxie G, R.C. Murphy, and Amy Sundberg. ZSC crew members, including Wendy Sparrow, Jessica Capelle, Robin Sellman, Amber Revelt, Stephanie Allen, Christopher De Voss, and many others contributed their artistic endeavors to this creeptastic collection!

Undead Uncensored is already available for pre-order here and orders will begin shipping on December 1, 2012.

Now without further ado… (yes, you can stop holding your breath now)

The cover for Undead Uncensored…

Go pre-order this, bitches! There’s some fun tales awaiting you inside!

#HorrorHound – Behind the Scenes: Part Three

Posted on December 19, 2011 by Jinxie G

I last left you with Shutdown, The Walking Dead, and “Are those Juliette’s clothes all over the road?” And yes, I know that was two weeks ago. I’ve been busy, but apologize. I felt the Christmas post was more important last week. And since I’m kinda finished with the dating site stuff, even though I still have a couple of months left on my subscription, I’ve decided to post this on a Monday.

Welcome back to Behind the Scenes of the ZSC. This will be the third post, covering two days worth of activity. Aren’t you fucking excited? I know I am!

Shutdown

Sundays at cons are generally either completely insane due to all the last minute crap or boring as hell, but then we’re all tired as hell by Sunday too. What? Did I not mention the 4am pizza and “It’s the Captain”? Anyway, this particular Sunday held both elements. As Paul (you remember him…the 6’7″ cutie who is my entertainment during boring shit and, well, pretty much all weekend) and I sat there yawning and waiting for our Starbucks, the con dragged on as people dragged themselves through the various rooms. This was the morning I found this most awesome sticker on a car in our hotel parking lot…

…whereupon owner of said car told us we could find it at the con. Paul and I looked EVERYWHERE during our walkabout that afternoon and couldn’t find the fucking sticker anywhere, although we did find some other really cool stuff, so if any of you find that sticker, I WANT ONE, please! Thanks!

First thing in the morning, I pulled down Norman’s banner to dispel any ideas that he might still show up at the con when we knew damn well he wouldn’t. Also? That way Sean didn’t have to answer more questions along the lines of “Where’s Norman?” and “When’s Norman getting here?” *sigh* Didn’t you people get the memo already? Oh, right, you’re not in the loop. Never mind.

I helped Juliette with getting Michael Rooker packed up and off to the airport, and then that’s about when Paul and I ran around the con. Until I got a call right about the time we got back to the booth, where Sarah was. Lora still had a migraine. The call was from Juliette, who asked me to send Sarah to the front of the hotel because Rooker had been in an accident. I shooed Sarah off to go help Juliette, and sat with Paul at our ZSC booth as Juliette and Sarah took off to go get Rooker. Don’t you just hate knowing someone’s been in an accident, but all you can do is still where you are and wait for news, which ALWAYS takes forever to get? I sure as fuck do, but what else can you do?

It turned out that Rooker was okay. A little stiff, but okay. Sarah is an emergency response person…I forget the actual title, but I don’t think it’s EMT, though she’s probably had that training. LOL Whatever. They get Rooker to the airport and start heading back to the con, where Paul and I have started shutting down because I’m bored out of my mind and am ready for the con to be OVER. No one was buying anything anyway and there were only two hours left. We get the truck loaded with all of our crap as soon as Juliette and Sarah return, and then I drove Sarah to the airport…where she didn’t make her flight for some stupid reason I can’t remember. Oh, wait, there was a TON of traffic on the way to the airport that is entirely too goddamn far away from Cincinnati. I think the Dayton airport was closer! This made Sarah late for her flight and even though her flight hadn’t left yet, she missed check-in by however many minutes and they wouldn’t let her board. Stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, but okay, Sarah gets to stay another night. While I’m waiting to hear the news about Sarah staying, I get a call from Juliette that Jack and John are on their way to the airport and I have Jack’s luggage in Juliette’s truck, so once I get Sarah back in the truck, we have to wait for Jack to arrive, which thankfully didn’t take long. Then we raced back to the hotel, headed out to dinner–sushi again–and back to the hotel to watch…

THE WALKING DEAD!!!

We got Paul to sign up on Twitter–Viccer–and he hasn’t touched the account since that night. LOL We also watched the Talking Dead later in the night and cringed when Aisha Tyler choked Michael Rooker. You could see in his face that he was still stiff from the accident.

Now, let’s talk about Monday…or as I like to call it, Zombie Day. Why was it Zombie Day? Well, let’s see…Paul was up before dawn to drive Sarah to the airport, Juliette was up entirely too early to work, Lora finally came out of her migraine coma, and though I’d had enough sleep the night before, I was still having to recover from the entire weekend. Check out was at noon, which I thought was a helluva lot better than 11am, but I was up and packed and ready to go by the time Juliette walked into the room at ten till noon.

We loaded up Juliette’s truck, because since I wasn’t heading back home until the following Monday, we were going to have to stuff all four of us AND our luggage (and let’s face it, Jinxie never packs light) into Juliette’s 4Runner. This would not have been an issue with my Avalanche. Yes, I like to rub that in whenever I can. Of course, it really is sometimes good to have a man around because they’re generally pretty good at tying things up…

We had a lovely brunch at IHOP, where Paul decided to have a little coffee with his sugar. Jesus, man, how are you so goddamn skinny?

And then we were off to Maryland!

“Are those Juliette’s clothes all over the road?”

Approximately 15 minutes into the drive, and directly after taking the following shot of Juliette…

…we noticed the tarp on top of the vehicle seemed to be flapping a helluva lot louder than a few minutes before. In fact, the tarp was quite noticeable from Juliette’s window, and I looked at Paul and asked him if he tied the rope through the handles of the bags. Silence, but a look that said no. Uh oh. So Paul pulled off to the side of the highway, where he and I climbed out to inspect. I met him at the back of the truck, and he informed me that a bag was missing from the top. Shit.

“Whose bag was it?” I asked.

“Juliette’s dufflebag,” he replied with an expression that showed what a complete piece of shit he felt like, and I felt bad for him. Trust me, if you’d seen the look on his face, you’d have felt bad for him too. Poor guy.

At this point, several people have driven by to inform us that our bag was a ways back down the road. However, the issue with this was that people don’t seem to understand that when they’re in a moving vehicle and they shout something to people STANDSTILL on the side of the road, the words get all discombogulated and fucked up and WE CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU. Fucking idiots. Except for the guys in the first vehicle that drove by, who were smart enough to slow waaaay down before shouting. Thank you, gentlemen. I actually understood you.

Of course, none of that mattered because a DOT guy pulled up behind us and stopped. I met up with him, he informed me of the bag, to which I acknowledged I already knew about, and he and I sat on the concrete barriers and chatted while Paul pulled the other two bags off the roof and MADE THEM FIT inside the 4Runner. Then we followed the DOT guy around and back about a mile until we found Juliette’s clothes all over the median. Actually, that was a good thing because ALL of her clothes were on the median and NOT in the road. Once we got her clothes and the two halves of her dufflebag back in the truck, I giggled like the bitch I am and took this shot…

Oh, poor Juliette, but at least we found all of her clothes!

Next episode: My “son,” my wonderful trip to Maryland, and then back home to Arizona

#HorrorHound – Behind the Scenes: Part Two

Posted on December 6, 2011 by Jinxie G

: Photo credit: Jinxie_G

Last week, I left you with one helluva teaser, didn’t I? I know, I’m just terrible. Imagine living with me.

Also, I thought you’d like to know that the wrong thing I brought up last week has now been fixed. YAY! It’s also the reason I’m writing this at home. It seems that if you remember to pay your bills before you leave for two weeks, your services won’t get cut off. How novel.

*ahem*

We now continue with Behind the Scenes of the ZSC…

The important thing to remember about this post is, “It’s the Captain!” (at the moment, those who were present for this phrase are falling out of their chairs laughing hysterically, which was precisely my point in placing it here)

Saturday came entirely too goddamn early and it’s generally the longest day of any convention. However, after a Starbucks run (and a convention isn’t a convention without Starbucks, who should sponsor our Behind the Scenes of the ZSC reality show because we LIVE off the caffeine), things got right into motion. Rumors flew about that Norman cancelled. Then rumors flew about that Norman was still going to show up. Norman wrapped filming The Walking Dead sometime around 2 a.m. Saturday, people. He probably went HOME. I would have. Who wants to do a con after that? So, I don’t blame him, even though I was a little disappointed, mostly because I have two Boondock Saints DVDs to get signed, but I can have that done some other time…I’m kidding, Norman….not really. That really should confuse him. I have a tendency to confuse the man, just like Sean runs away from me. Still trying to figure out just what in the hell I did, but whatevs.

Saturday, I sat at the ZSC booth most of the day, with Paul, who was my constant entertainment. Ain’t he cute? He’s also easy on the eyes. When I wasn’t at the ZSC booth, I was running errands, like getting Keisha Tillis something to eat so she wouldn’t pass out. Addy Miller came by the booth a few times to steal candy and run (I’m kidding), one of the Samhain rep’s dad kept stopping by to talk with me, Tom Savini’s grandson came by SEVERAL times to steal candy and run (I’m not kidding), and all in all, it was just a damn busy day. On one of my walkabouts, I stopped by to check on Jimmy Duval and Noah Hathaway to chat, see how they were doing, and if they needed anything, since I’d brought them their coffees the previous day after lunch.

I’m just going to skip to the evening because that’s where the fun stuff is!

So, let’s see, we went to dinner with a large group of people I hardly know, and all Paul and I cared about was food anyway, especially since there was sushi involved. Paul is a foodie and a cook, just like me. Before dinner, Paul ran and picked up some liquor for later in the evening. Why did he do this before dinner? Because for whatever fucked up reason, Cincinnati liquor stores close at 9 p.m. I WISH I was kidding about this, but I’m not. I won’t be moving to Ohio.

After dinner, we escaped…er, I mean, we went back to the hotel where the convention was, with our alcohol, and went into the bar to see who was around. Unfortunately, Lora got smacked with a migraine earlier in the day, so she was out for the whole day and night. We got some Cokes, headed outside, and proceeded to pour my Captain Morgan’s in them.

At this juncture, I’d just like to say that it is Juliette’s fault that the phrase “It’s the Captain!” started that night, and of course, when saying said phrase, the pose must also be made. Do you think it mattered that we didn’t have anything to prop our foot on? Of course not! We just posed and said, “It’s the Captain!” This began about two or three drinks into the bottle. Now you know why you kept seeing us say that on Twitter. Yes, we’re fucking insane.

Thanks Juliette!

There was a pool party at the hotel that night, and while Juliette and Sarah ran off somewhere–I think to help Michael Rooker with something–Paul and I headed over to the party to check it out. After talking the security guy into letting us in without bracelets and only Juliette’s VIP pass because I’d left mine in the hotel room, Paul and I walked into the party…which was full of children. That stopped me in my tracks and I was hot because I still had my pea coat on, so I looked at Paul and said, “I”m going outside to smoke. I can’t drink around kids.” I let Juliette and Sarah know where we were, and that’s pretty much where we stayed for most of the night once they joined us. You see, Juliette didn’t want to go into the party because she knew someone would throw her into the pool because Friday was her birthday…and she would be correct in that assumption because plans for doing just that were afoot. Personally, I had no problem with standing outside most of the night, with frequent trips inside to get more Coke. On one of those trips, I got this lovely photo op with Jimmy.

He really is a sweetheart.

Later in the night–and I’m told this was somewhere around the 4 a.m. mark, but I can’t be sure because “It’s the Captain!”–we ordered pizza and had it delivered to the hotel bar. Yes, we really did. What? The fucking kitchen was closed! So we took our pizza and wings (those were for me), and moved out of the bar and into the lobby where they’d been serving food during the con each day. Brian O’Halloran stopped by to see us, so we all tackled him for photos.

Also? Craziness and unbelievable, but of all places to run into these two, I ran into them at this moment in time while we were all devouring our pizza. Alice and Mark started talking to us, and then Alice looks at me and says, “Were you in Chicago?” and I was fucking floored that these two were the two who picked me up off the goddamn floor in Chicago when I took a tumble during the mile long walk from Hell.

THESE TWO!!!!