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David Ivy of SPF1000 swung by in the company of the delectable Alicia. John Turi from Medium Rare Publishing brought several bottles of absinthe, which resulted in many morning-after e-mails from people who disdained responsibility for their subsequent behavior. As Darren said, "No matter what anyone says, never, ever drink absinthe, orange juice and tequila mixed together."
Dead by Day keyboardist/vocalist Ralis Khan (also makeup effects artist for the upcoming Dead and Breakfast) brought his considerable charm to the table in the company of the always-welcome Chela Johnson, of Lion's Gate Entertainment. Chela promises to send us a decent picture of herself real soon.
Oh, wait – here are a couple of pix Chela wouldn't mind us showing you:
My pal Laurence Mason ("Tin-Tin" from The Crow) on the set of Two Fine Sisters ... with his own baby sister, Michelle.
We had a mini-Leatherface reunion because Robert Meyer Burnett showed up (go directly to the Leatherface section of BLR to learn more about Robert), along with his wife Yelena (who, among other things, designed the cool Frailty poster) and their pal, the mysterious Liz.
Another decorative attendee was the adorable Jodi Parker. Here she is doing the "Cannes Boob Thing" with Angel (now un-redheaded) and The Divine Miss K.
Note that Angel's hair is now suspiciously un-crimsoned. This Dutch angle, Twilight Zone-style shot was taken by Miss Blue to prove (1) Angel is so tough, she smokes asparagus, and (2) takes shit from no one.
Also present were the Sideshow Toys boys, Ken Morgan, Heath Hammond and Tommy Gilliland.
Sideshow also brought along a few … um, toys. Here is Darren posing with just a few of them:
Speaking of kits, haxanthroboticist and kit designer non pareil Thomas Kuntz honored us with a rare public appearance. Tommy is the founder of Artomic Manufacturing, "where the dying arts live," and creates automata, sculpture, illusions, themed environments and props.
Renowed erotic photographer and author of Wild Skin, Carlos Batts also shot the close-up of DJS' eyeball which appears on the dustjacket of Eye.
How much would you pay NOW? But WAIT! Don't answer! Because you ALSO get … … Greg Nicotero's birthday, which also happened on the Ides. The Kerry magicked forth a cake and Greg stayed awake long enough past his bedtime (about 9:00 p.m.) to blow out candles.
As we were hustling stragglers out the door at about 4:30 a.m., four nitwits from a neighboring house showed up, having been "invited" by somebody shouting drunkenly off the balcony. Collectively they redefined "airhead wastrel slacker pond scum." They were a complete bore and helped themselves to a lot of food and liquor before the door hit them in the ass. No, we didn't take pictures of these idiots. As I explained later, my "neighbors" … weren't. In fact, nobody lived in the next house over. Its owners were rarely in residence, but they loaned their house out to whomever they knew who happened to be in town — generally one clot or another of SUV-driving losers slumming through college on Daddy's credit tit. Burrheads with zero brains and less class. Henceforth, if anybody shows up here even dressed like them, they'll experience a dream date with a baseball bat. Or we'll aim Lucifer Dave at them like a tank turret, and whisper, "sic 'em."
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