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Monsterpalooza 2016

My new day job (last year I ended up moving from the house the ogre built back to the house the monsters built), my training to become a yoga teacher and my blossoming belly dance career have taken the majority of my time, energy and soul the past 6 months. Unfortunately, this left little time for sleep, friends and monsters (unless work related).  Enter my monster fairy godmother.  My friend happened to have an extra wristband she wasn’t using,  so I was able to go to Monsterpalooza this past Sunday.  Dressed in my finest horror convention gear – i.e., my favorite Frankenstein shirt and dirty tennis shoes, I headed to the ball – I mean the Pasadena Civic Center.

Here are some of my favorite moments from the day:


At Clive Barker’s both, posing with a model of Shuna Sassi from the movie Nightbreed (I’m told that this is part of Clive’s personal collection). Nightbreed is based on one of my favorite Clive Barker books, Cabal.


Not sure why – but it looks like Pinhead just fed me a line I don’t know how to respond to.  Probably something about showing me his box.


He looks scary but really this demon was a big kitty who actually purred in my ear.

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But my favorite moment by far – I didn’t know Sara Karloff, Boris’ daughter was at the show.  She is such a lovely and kind woman that when I got all teared up (rookie Fan Girl moment) talking to her about Boris, she held my hand.  I had to walk the convention room before I could calmly come back and take these pictures.  The second picture was after she told me she didn’t bite and I told her she could if she wanted to.  “No, that is the other character”, she joked shaking her head.


“To Elissa Don’t be nervous!” – Sara Karloff

Special thanks to my friend Nadja who was my partner in crime at the convention and who took all the photos of me.

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Mary Shelley – The First Lady of Horror

Mary Shelley, the first lady of horror

Mary Shelley, the first lady of horror

“I shall thus give a general answer to the question, so frequently asked me—”How I, then a young girl, came to think of, and to dilate upon, so very hideous an idea?” – Mary Shelley

Despite horror being seen as mostly a man’s world, it was a kickass female who created one of the most feared and beloved monsters of all time.  In May 1816 in a villa near Geneva, Mary Shelley, on a bet from the poet Lord Byron, gave birth to Frankenstein’s monster.  Her novel, about a medical student who dared to play God and the creature he made who both loved and despised him, proved that women were just as capable of thoughts as dark and horrifying as the thoughts of men.

The Bride of Frankenstein movie (1935) opens with a sequence featuring Bryon, the poet Percy Shelley and Mary.  The director, James Whale, insisted on being allowed to include the sequence because he wanted to show that even pretty people (cough, girls, cough) could have wicked thoughts.  Lord Byron playfully teases Mary “can you believe that bland and lovely brow conceived of Frankenstein, a monster created from cadavers out of rifled graves.  It’s astonishing”.  No, Bryon it’s not really.

Being a trailblazing woman who flew in the face of polite society was partially expected in Mary’s family.  Her mother Mary Wollstonecraft was a writer, philosopher and an advocate for the equality of women.   Mary Shelley, proving she was as unconventional as her mother, was publicly shunned for openly being the married Percy’s companion until his wife committed suicide and she was able to become his legal wife.  It is not a surprise that a woman so controversial in her private life would be just as controversial in her writing.

Mary had been an avid reader (Paradise Lost was apparently one of her favorites, no light romp itself) and story writer since she was a child.  By the time Mary wrote Frankenstein, she had already experienced enough tragedy in her short life to pool dark material from.  She had lost her mother (she died shortly after giving birth to Mary) and had lost a child of her own.  Having just given birth, her thoughts were understandably on the child she had lost and what if she could bring her back somehow – what means would she go to and would she dare.  Frankenstein was the natural expression of an intelligent, sensitive woman’s darkest fears and desires.

Here’s to Mary Shelley and all the kick ass female horror writers that followed in her daring, dark and innovative footsteps.  And a warning to you dear reader – beware the fairer sex, who knows what wickedness lurks beneath our bland and lovely brows.  Perhaps, if you are good, we’ll show you.


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