A Belated Happy Birthday to Billy Loves Stu!

Wow, I missed my blog's first year anniversary. What do the kids call that? A blogaversary?

What a year and couple of days it's been. I mean, I started this thing on a lark, or maybe it was a Mac, no, it was a PC... but I digress, I started this blog to celebrate gay and lesbian horror, and now, well, what the hell; real life always gets in the way of things, no? I have another blog, and even it has suffered this year as my personal life has been hectic, and blogging is usually the last thing on my mind.

And still, somebody is coming back and reading, and that makes me feel great (as well as guilty). I really wish I had more time to devote to this endeavor.

Be that as it may, I was recently lucky enough to be involved in a roundtable interview over at Dark Scribe Magazine (something I never expected) and that was pretty nifty; of course I suppose that none of this would have happened were it not for the kind invitation to join the Tannis Root Rubbers, err, Tennis Toting Lepers, that is, The League of Tana Tea Drinkers; such esteemed company.

Besides trying to figure when I am going to post the article I've been working on about Jeepers Creepers (any reason to show pictures of the adorkable, Justin Long I figure), I have been lucky enough to post a thing or two that people have actually responded to:

The 12 Other People You'll Meet at Camp Crystal Lake, was such a hit I actually got an email from someone who claimed that they were related to the late Sally Golden (Golden played the unforgettable, "Sally the Waitress"), unfortunately the sender of said email's return address was faulty, so correspondence with him went nowhere and I am left to ponder the greatness that was Ms. Golden's life.

And then their was the piece of hate-email I got from a fan of Rob Zombie's when I posted, Hey, was Rob Zombie cribbing from John Waters? Here is an excerpt from the charming bit of correspondence:

It's fags like you who don't know the first thing about talent that ruin everything!!!! Rob Zombie is a fuckin (sic) genius and you are nothing but a cock sucker!!!

Doesn't that warm the cockles of your heart? Now here is the funny thing. I DO NOT have a link on this blog to my email, so I guess that my number one fan, and Ms. Golden's alleged relative had to make their way over to my main blog and snoop around.

The best thing about doing Billy Loves Stu has been the interaction with some of the more prolific and talented people out there. Folks like Arbogast over at Arbogast on Film, and JA at My New Plaid Pants, and Absinthe from Gloomy Sunday (where did her blog go?) , and of course, my main man, Vince at Slasher Speak (we share an undying love for Ms Jamie Lee Curtis), as well as that hellish duo, Unkle Lancifer and Aunt John from Kindertrauma, and Adam from Club Silenco; all great kids and awesomely talented writers ; I am so happy to "know" these folks (but not in the biblical sense, ya' dig?).

I suppose I've babbled on enough for now. So, thanks to those of you who come here, and keep checking this space, eventually I will have something worth reading posted ... until then, here's a photo of my housekeeper who upon hearing about my blog's birthday this morning said, "Look at me Pax! It's all for you!!!Good help is so hard to find these days ...