From Zombos Closet

July 31, 2009

Meet the Horror Bloggers:
Day of the Woman

Day of the Woman Many fans of horror, amateur and professional alike, have devoted themselves to blogging about the thrills, chills, and no-frills side of the genre as seen in cinema and print. In this ongoing series that highlights the writers behind the blogs, we meet the unique personalities and talents that make the online horror scene so engaging. Up close and personal.

In this installment, League of Tana Tea Drinkers’ member Brittney-Jade Colangelo of Day of the Woman brings a youthful approach to an old genre.

Horror has always been a huge part of my life. Before Kindergarten I was a Craven Crusader, I had conquered Carpenter, and I bellowed with laughter at Barker. My mother introduced me to the films at a young age, but my father brought me into the horror culture. My parents also used to run the haunted hayride for our community.

People from all over would come to our town to experience the terror that my family would provide. While it would drive down creepy trails and scary wooded areas, my parents were lurking. My father may have been the big man in the hockey mask that jumped on top of the ride towards the end, but my mother was Pamela Voorhees. She was a woman dressed in the hockey mask at the beginning of the ride. Sort of a symbol for the terror that was about to come. In my opinion, it was brilliant.

My mother also chose a babysitter for me who shared a love of horror. I had a babysitter named Jillian who LOVED horror films. She would come over to watch me for the evening while my parents went out galavanting and she would come over with bundles of horror films. While most parents would probably freak out, my mom encouraged it! We even had a night where all the neighborhood kids came by and we watched Sleepaway Camp. Knowing it would scare us sheetless, it lead to an up all night party of ghost stories shared by not only the children and the babysitter…but my parents as well.

Comic Book Review: Lenore
A Cute Little Dead Girl

Lenore Zombos Says: Excellent

Work with me here.

Take a deep breadth. Close your eyes. I need you to imagine cracking open a New Yorker magazine from way way back and coming across a Charles Addams cartoon. Feel free to smirk, laugh, chuckle, or whatever the thought forces your lips into doing. Now it gets a bit harder. I need you to mime opening the Witch model kit from Aurora. I suppose one of those reissues will do, but those Aurora cardboard boxes had a unique smell that's hard to recapture. Then again, maybe it's just me and the way I remember it. You will need to uncap a Testor's tube of glue and take a whiff–but just a very very small one. I know it's just in your imagination, but let's not get carried away. Now envision all those creepy, Gahan Wilsonesque, plastic pieces painted in garish, shiny,colors–no matte finishing allowed. We want it bright and surreal and Def Leppard soft in tone. Exhale. Now open your eyes.

Welcome to the weird world of Lenore, the cute little dead girl.

In the Macabre Malevolence of Mortimer Fledge, Lenore's shocking rebirth into dead-dom is illustrated shockingly by Roman Dirge, for her move over to her new publisher, Titan Books. And this time her deathly pallor is given some color to liven things up. Just enough to keep the embalming fluid that sprays out of her autopsied body a nicely pale yellow, the Aliens' cargo loader–controlled by Ragamuffin (immortal vampire turned ragdoll. Really.)–a seedy mustard shade, and Mr. Fledge's Balloon Bug Hat quite festive.