BizarroCon 11

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Panel discussion with Ross Lockhart, John Skipp, Mary SanGiovanni, Grady Hendrix, Brian Allen Carr, and Cameron Pierce

It’s the only time I’ve seen someone drinking a beer before 11 a.m. The only time I’ve witnessed such a deluge of imagination. The only time I’ve met such a friendly, cohesive group of people. BizarroCon is a four-day, alcohol-fueled whirlwind of creativity and bacchanalian insanity. I went for the first time this year.

Day 1

I was terrified. So many of my literary heroes crowded into one place. For the first few hours, I hid in my hotel room, emerging that evening for the Opening Ceremony. I expected to be a wallflower, make my appearance, and then leave. How wrong I was.

In less than an hour, the group assimilated me. I was now one of them, an equal. Bert Stanton, Ian Kappos, Charles Muir (and later Andrew J. Stone) befriended me and took it upon themselves to perpetuate a feeling of welcome, to show me the ropes. I realized BizarroCon was a group of friends, sharing in creativity, not a clique of literary elitists.

I must admit, the bigger names intimidated me: Danger Slater, Carlton Mellick, Kevin L. Donihe, Brian Allen Carr. I gushed when I met Carlton (all that “it’s an honor to meet you” nonsense). The massive man with his signature sideburns quietly thanked me and went back to his cigarette.

Day 2

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I went a little crazy at the Book Nook

After a day of workshops and readings came the Eraserhead Press Party with eight performances from various authors. Most notable: Andrew Wayne Adams as the “grindcore werewolf” pulling tissue paper entrails from his assistant’s chest; Carlton Mellick embodying the large-nippled barbarian Rocklar; and David Barbee’s sermon from the Church of Frog Ass.

Jason Rizos brewed his own bizarro beer, the dark stout going down easily—maybe a little too easily. Still, no matter how much you drink, you will not be the most intoxicated person there.

Day 3

 

Saturday was a day of fantastic panels. At one break, I summoned the courage to talk to horror author Brian Keene, easily the most famous of the attendees. Of all things, I asked him about his arm that had been horribly burnt a year ago. Despite his reputation as a curmudgeon, he was more than amiable.

That evening was the big event. After an incredible lecture/performance by Grady Hendrix entitled “Paperbacks From Hell,” the Wonderland Book Awards were handed out (this year to Laura Lee Bahr and Brian Allen Carr).

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Grady Hendrix’s “Paperbacks From Hell”

Then came the highlight of the convention: the Ultimate Bizarro Showdown. Each participant was allotted six minutes to perform their weirdest story or sketch. These ranged from amusing monologues to such depravity that I dare not soil this page.

Cameron Pierce won, rapping humorous poetry under the moniker “Young Stepdad.” Danger Slater sang “Rainbow Connection” in a Kermit the Frog voice, wearing a green bodysuit and face paint and strumming a cardboard banjo, while Karl Fischer gave a pitch about teaching horses to ski, stopping here and there to moon the audience who in turn pelted him with oranges.

Day 4

The final day was much slower as the entire convention recovered from one collective hangover. Indeed, I didn’t get to bed until 4 a.m. the night before. The renowned John Skipp (one of the nicest human beings on the planet) organized film screenings, showing a myriad of bizarre shorts, followed by Brian Keene’s feature length film “I’m Dreaming of a White Doomsday.”

I made so many good friends and experienced a sense of belonging that I hadn’t felt in years. From the panels and workshop, I gained a treasure-trove of knowledge and insights. The next BizarroCon is in November. I’m counting the days.

Tchau,

NOTE: For brevity’s sake, I left out lots of wonderful happenings and instead focused on my own personal experience. If you would like a Part Two, in which I delve deeper into the Con, let me know in the comments.

I meant to take more photos, but the excitement and busyness of the whole experience overwhelmed me. Here are some awkward selfies:

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Danger Slater and me

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Mark Zirbel, Charles Muir, and me

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Me and the wonderful Rose O’Keefe

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Me and John Skipp looking cool

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