28 Days Until Halloween
Oct. 3rd, 2010 08:35 amThis afternoon my husband and I are attending a concert at Lenoir-Rhyne University by Heinavanker (The Haywain), a vocal music ensemble from Tallinn, Estonia named after the famous altarpiece by Hieronymus Bosch. I think their performance will help set the Gothic mood for my favorite month very nicely. Yes, indeed.
Star Trek and zombies: now there's a marriage made in Halloween heaven. ("He's undead, Jim!") Quirk Books recently published Night of the Living Trekkies by Kevin David Anderson and Sam Stall, a novel that explores this very subject. What would happen if the zombie apocalypse began at your local science fiction convention?
Enjoy the book trailer:
Speaking of zombies, if you're looking for zombie-related music, check out Tor.com's "I Rocked With A Zombie: An Undead Playlist."
Also see PopCrunch's list of "The 13 Best Zombie Novels of All Time." What books (if any) are missing, do you think?
Text of the Day: Today's text seemed appropriate: "Horror Is a Kind of Play" by Nicholas Gordon (1940-present).
Horror is a kind of play,
A need to undergo
Life along the borderline,
Lest death be just a name.
On Halloween we dream away
What wailing we well know,
Enchanted by the danger sign
Each savors up and down the spine,
Near haunts that are no game.
Star Trek and zombies: now there's a marriage made in Halloween heaven. ("He's undead, Jim!") Quirk Books recently published Night of the Living Trekkies by Kevin David Anderson and Sam Stall, a novel that explores this very subject. What would happen if the zombie apocalypse began at your local science fiction convention?
Enjoy the book trailer:
Speaking of zombies, if you're looking for zombie-related music, check out Tor.com's "I Rocked With A Zombie: An Undead Playlist."
Also see PopCrunch's list of "The 13 Best Zombie Novels of All Time." What books (if any) are missing, do you think?
Text of the Day: Today's text seemed appropriate: "Horror Is a Kind of Play" by Nicholas Gordon (1940-present).
Horror is a kind of play,
A need to undergo
Life along the borderline,
Lest death be just a name.
On Halloween we dream away
What wailing we well know,
Enchanted by the danger sign
Each savors up and down the spine,
Near haunts that are no game.