Hate Mail

It’s said that you can track your success by the number of pieces of hate mail you get. Supposedly, the more people complain and attack you the more you're getting out there.

This last weekend I made the mistake of actually reading a few of these emails on the air and having my crew and a guest outsider comment on them. The emails were truly nasty and hit us all in weak points like these assholes who composed them wanted them to do. Some of my crew, who do not have the thick skin that I have, were royally hurt and torn down by the comments expressed in these emails.

One member of my crew I haven’t heard from since the show. He was royally insensed by the negative comments focused on him. I was really proud of the fact that he stood up for himself, but I could sense he felt beaten down after.

Another member of my crew and his loved ones were deeply hurt and disillusioned by the venomous bullshit thrown at them. This incredibly creative and talented person has suffered from a lot of self doubt in the past. With my inspiration and support he has gotten back into doing the thing he loves, but now he is questioning himself, and I feel responsible.

The truth is, I’ve tried to express this to my crew is that the emails read on the show were a tiny and loud minority of the people who listen to our show, if some of these Ftards even listen at all. Our show gets between 200 and 300 listens a week, most of those through our archive. Our show that we did the day before the email show (we did three last weekend) got 121 listens in 24 hours. To me that shows that we are doing something right. We wouldn’t be getting numbers like we have if we were a bunch of talentless losers that the horror community is laughing at. We are a successful internet radio show hosted by people who put their hearts and souls into what they do for free. I’m hoping the members of my crew will remember after the stinging subsides that those emails were created by a bunch of sad talentless low lives who are either jealous of the fact that we are on the air doing what we do, or they are petty internet trash that want to break us up because they are friends with the so called “social elitists” whose toes I’ve been stepping on lately. My crew needs to consider the pathetic source and not let these jackasses rule their lives. Remember, we are The Wolf Pack…We build, we inspire, and we stand together no matter what.

Oh, and to the losers who wrote those emails, it is now my policy to give each incoming email in The Eric Morse Project inbox a quick glance. If I catch any negativity I’m immediately going to delete them without further reading. So, you just keep up sending those emails and wasting your time, because I guess you can’t find anything else more creative or productive to do with your time. Me and my crew are too busy being creative and actually helping people to waste our time with your drivel….Chow!!!

300

I just checked the number of hits on my blog and I just hit 300. That is outstanding. I didn’t think I’d hit that number of views in so short of time. You guys really love me, or possibly royally hate me, which would be the more amusing possibility. If you are truly a free thinker and like my blog, please friend me here on Blogger or subscribe to my blog so you don’t miss upcoming blogs. I’ve been on a roll lately and have posted six very powerful blogs in a short time. I sincerely doubt I will keep up this pace for very long, but I will continue to blog when I have something I feel strong about. I’ve found on Facebook that my opposition keeps acting like asshats and pushing Facebook to censor me. I’ve gotten a number of notifications from that social network, mostly from people complaining out of spite or because they believe I’m stepping on their social groups toes. None of the posts they’ve complained about were particularly offensive. It was mostly that I was telling the truth and they don’t like it. So, I plan to use this blog to express myself and I will simply post links to it on Facebook and my group on Facebook, Assholes of Horror. That way if the asshats complain about my links I simply lose links the message is still going out, so I get the last laugh.

So, I’d like to say thank you to the 300 readers who brought me this far. I look forward to the next 300…

Oh, but you’re wrong….

Recently a person I’ve known for three and a half year cut ties with me. She said that one of the reasons she was cutting ties with me was because I had publiclly attacked three of her friends, one who was a close friend. She said that according to these people they did not know I even existed and that they didn’t know why I was attacking them. Then she claimed I was attacking these “innocent” people because I feel I’m not getting the proper recognition from the horror community, thus I was trying to drag these people down. Oh, and also the reason I am doing this is because I have a mental disability, naturally.

Amusingly enough this comes from a lady who was indeed diagnosed with a mental problem…I remember things too…

Here is the truth, or if you want to side with my former friend, the truth according to my delusional brain. The close friend this person mentions is none other than Kane Hodder. The attack she mentions is that I spoke of my disgust at the fact that Kane Hodder while doing a paranormal investigation at Rolling Hills Asylum decided for laughs to piss in three of the closets there. I know about this incident along with horror fans and the paranormal community because Kane wrote about this incident in his book UNMASKED. Now, personally I’m disgusted with Kane’s actions because not only is that desecration (if you believe in ghosts or not) but Rolling Hills is owned by Sharon Coyle who trusted Kane and The Hollywood Ghost Hunters only to have him piss on her home ( Yes Sharon does live in the asylum.). But that is supposedly totally acceptable to this ex-friend of mine. Also it seems that I and my associates at The Eric Morse Projects are assholes, sorry I mean me, because we are still pissed because Kane Hodder thru his assistant Author Mike (my ex-friend’s other buddy) on three separate occasions was scheduled to be on The Eric Morse Project, only to have Author Mike inform us that Kane was cancelling at the last minute. I should make note here that it was my co-host Count6String that dealt with Author Mike, whom he’d known from the convention scene. Anyway, the last time Kane, through his representative Author Mike, cancelled on us was five hours before the show because Kane was taking a flight at the time the show was going to broadcast. Well, supposedly Author Mike knew about the flight for three weeks but decided to inform us at the last minute…When my co-host questioned this Author Mike (Kane’s representative) stated that it was no big deal because we were just some public access podcast and weren’t paying Kane anyway…So, we are wrong to be pissed? Excuse me. Also, my ex-friend said we were being stupid to blame Kane for the actions of Author Mike. Excuse me, Author Mike was representing Kane Hodder, therefore in a business sense anything he told us and the way he treated us reflected on Kane as a business and was supposed done as Kane’s will. If this is not so and Kane has issues with how he is being represented then he needs to get an assistant that will show him in a better light….But of course I’m attacking Kane and Author Mike without good reason.

The final of my ex-friend’s buddies I’m supposedly attacking without good reason is Adolfo, one of the heads of Days of the Dead. Well, Adolfo is also a moderator on the forum for the site From Dusk Till Con (Note this situation was talked about in full in my blog, How NOT to incur my Wrath). I opened a thread asking fans to email the organizer of the convention Days of Terror. Adolfo allowed a number of members of the board to attack and insult me. When I talked about calling in the moderator Adolfo came on to the thread and reassured my attackers that he would not take any actions to stop them from attacking me. Then when one of my attackers said that I should never be allowed to be a part of a convention Adolfo said they wouldn’t have to worry, that he would make sure I didn’t get signed again….So I’m an asshole and being ridiculous for being pissed at Adolfo for saying this. Then of course after I continually publically mentioned the fact that Adolfo had said I was blackballed from conventions Adolfo emailed me and he didn’t know why he had earned my ire. I ignored him because nowhere in his email was an apology and I found his false amnesia insulting. The thing is I was a guest at Days of the Dead Indianapolis in 2011. Also, it was Adolfo who made me and Derek Young wait for half an hour at that convention because he had to decide if we could attend the VIP party. Also, both Adolfo and I had been on at least four podcasts together as guests. So Adolfo saying that he didn’t know I existed is a flat out lie. So anyway, after Adolfo’s initial email, which I ignored, he sent me another email saying now he wanted to get to know me and would sign me for the next years Los Angeles Days of the Dead. Again I ignored him because I didn’t trust him (wonder why) and at this point he should have read enough to have a full bio on me, given I had repeated it over and over as I stood up and fought to try and get into Days of Terror. Of course then Adolfo emailed me again and insulted me. He called me a coward because I didn’t answer his emails, though I did mention them in my posts for my group, Assholes of Horror. He also called me a sad glory hound with a mental disorder (this seems to be a constant way to cut down the opposition). But according to my ex-friend I have no good reason to think this person has personally attacked me…wow that is obvious.

But of course because they are her friends they are beyond reproach and I’m of course that nasty wrong person who is attacking all these people who have helped so many others…Yeah, help people in their little elite exclusionary community of the convention scene which I am not welcome because I won’t kiss their asses. Guess what, Angela, I don’t kiss ass…and this so called mental illness you’ve said I have, it’s a family trait. None of my family kisses ass and we pity the fools that dare cross us or expect us to. I’m actually the more mellow, calm, and merciful member of my family, so be warned.

Just because I stand up for myself doesn’t make me a glory hound and it doesn’t make me wrong..

Oh, and, Angela, for a person who says they don’t give a shit about horror, you definitely got your head up the ass of the horror social scene…just my little observation, since you love to observe things.

Since as is obvious my friendship was of so little value to you, it is good riddance to a false friend…

Who is the Horror Elite?

In the horror community  you see groups of people trying to claim the title elite horror person. Some of them feel that they deserve the title because they are hip and go to all the popular horror films. They go to at least four to six horror conventions a year. They believe all the hype the others of their “select” group, like all remakes are bad, there was no good horror films before 1976 (so why waste their time watching any of them), and only gory or pervertedly sick films are good. They believe their status as an elite goes up by the amount of pictures they have with them and horror celebrities, and of course multiple pictures of them with celebrities makes them even more elite because that proves  they have a relationship with these cool people. Also they have to be members of the cool organizations because you can’t be somebody without being a member of these, such as Horror Drunks, The Horror Society, Comic Book Divas, Suicide Girls, or Even Women in Horror, just to name a few. Oh and to be one of them they have to go to all the events and get pictures, lots of pictures for their Facebook to show how truly great they are in the horror community.

Unfortunately, in my view of things this doesn’t make them elite, it makes them  brown nosing egotistical, social climbers who care more for the social scene and being round other snobs than they actually care about horror or the love of horror films.

The true elite horror fan does not even call themselves elite, they could give a shit about titles or status in the horror community. These people might go to a horror convention once in a while if it has a reunion of actors they are interested in or because they want to see if they can find that rare horror item they’ve been looking for that they can’t seem to find on Ebay or Amazon. Or they will go to chat horror with their peers. They may have a few pictures of them with horror icons and they may post a couple of their favorites on their Facebook and write a short description of how much it meant to them to finally meet this actor that meant so much to them. These horror fans have watched films from every era of horror and appreciated them for their differences and the styles and culture they represent. They love to find book adaptations of their favorite horror films and read books on horror, such as John Stanley’s Creature Features Guide. These are the people who post on message boards about not only the newest set of horror films, but their favorites of the past. To put it simply these are the people who truly appreciate horror and horror films. They could give a shit about the social scene and all the exclusionary bullshit associated with it.

The thing that royally gets up my nose about this horrid separation of the true horror elite and the false stuck up Socials who think they are “The Horror Community” and think they run everything associated with horror is that 98% of all horror fans were the people harassed and looked down upon by the “Social Elite” in high school. Now saying this, how the fuck can these same people put on airs and shit and exclude their once abused fellows. That is the one thing I truly resent and don’t forgive. It is arrogant and unacceptable. But that’s my opinion and as the people who think they are elite horror fans think, my opinion doesn’t count…

Survival Guide: How NOT to incur my wrath...

People are always on me about the fact that someone is always on my shit list. As easy it may seem to those not in the know, it actually takes a lot to incur my wrath. The problem is that some people who get on the internet seem to lose their common sense and don’t know when to back off. Others just decide to be insensitive fucktards. Thus, they earn what they deserve...

The way to stay on my right side is to be honest, polite, and respectful with me. Amusingly enough a number of people can’t seem to be any of these three things when it comes to me, thus the situation….

I’ll give you some examples read and learn what not to do….

1. Thou Shalt Be Respectful…

A couple months ago I posted a thread, like my request posts on Facebook, asking fans to send polite emails to Reyna Young and her assistant to have me as a guest at the Days of Terror convention. The first two comments were very polite. They both expressed that they thought that Reyna might not like me stepping on her toes and having fans email her. I politely replied to them and said that I didn’t think having the fans ask politely would be a problem, because a few of my horror celebrity friends have the fans request them. It was the next person to reply that took the wrong tract with me. He immediately attacked me. He asked me who the hell I thought I was that I thought I could harass an organizer. He went on to say, even though I mentioned in the post that I had been initially invited, that it was Reyna’s convention and she could   I quote, “invite who ever the fuck she wants…” He also told me that I needed to back off because I was a has been with out of print crappy books so no convention would sign me. I defended myself by telling him that my books are still popular and I get fan letters all the time and in a lot of them they ask me when I’m going to a convention. He attacked me again and said I was an ego case, and that I thought I was a star like Stephen King or Clive Barker, but was really just a cheap fan fiction writer. I told him I had made no such claim that I was a star. I also informed him that I wasn’t a fan fiction writer, that I was a paid, published writer. Another member of the message board joined me and tag attacked me, continuing to attack my credibility as  a writer. Then they started bring up some false propaganda started by Wil Keiper (I’ll get to that later in this post). I told them to back off the character assassination, that they were acting like trolls and I would report them as such. They said they didn’t have to worry about that. At this point one of the moderators, and a convention organizer himself, came on and assured my attackers that they didn’t have to worry that he was enjoying it. At that point I walked away from that thread. The last post I read was the moderator assuring my attackers that he would make sure I never got signed for a convention. Three days later this message board deleted my thread on the board for The Eric Morse Project (I’d had the thread up for two years and had not had a negative comment on it). Also, three weeks later I got notices from the  board on all my posts where I was defending myself saying I was in violation of board policy. Also, the moderator emailed me complaining that I was publically mentioning the fact of what was said on the board and that the moderator had said he was going to black ball me from getting into conventions. Also he mentioned I’d made a mistake in a post about my co-host Derek Young. I refused to reply and mentioned the fact that he sent me the email in my Facebook group, Assholes of Horror. The reason why was because I didn’t trust him, and nowhere in his message was an apology for the disrespectful treatment I got on the message board. Someone informed him of this and he emailed me again. He was not happy and tried to say that he had wanted to get to know me and work with me to get me in one of his conventions. I ignored him and posted in my group (which the posts are not public access) that he had emailed me again. I did not trust him. I had posted enough in defense of myself that he should have gotten an idea of who I was and what I had done. Also, I was a bit incensed that someone in my group broke the trust of the group and told him. The moderator emailed me one last time and insulted me. He called me a sad glory hound and said I had mental problems. Nice way to win the trust of someone you allowed to be harassed on your message board. No wonder I didn’t want to reply after that crap.

So, remember if you are respectful with me things are fine. You act like an asshat and insult me and try to degrade me don’t expect me to be trusting or communicative…

2. Thou Shalt Be Polite…

Seven years ago,  a supposed actress friend of mine named Elissa Dowling decided to betray my friendship to get points with the website Bloody-Disgusting and get her films promoted. She started talking crap about me and my books in chat rooms. After I found out about this I confronted her and she blocked me on My Space and continued to attack me.  So I decided to hit back, but with the truth rather than lies, which was what she was putting out. So, on several message boards I posted threads under the title of  “Avoid Like the Plague”. In these threads I posted together fifty third party reviews from websites all over the web on her films…These, of course, were negative reviews, which I was amused to find was all I could find. One of the message boards I posted the threads on was Horror Yearbook. A little while after I posted the thread some of Elissa’s friends came on and attacked me, saying I was an ass posting those nasty reviews about such a fine actress. Wil Keiper, the head of Horror Yearbook suggested to settle the situation that he would have his head reviewer Doctor Royce Clemens review one of Elissa’s films to see if she was a good actress or not. Initially, Doctor Royce refused to do the review, but two days later he posted a review of Elissa’s film Uli Lommel’s Black Dahlia. Needless to say Doctor Royce panned the film and called Elissa’s performance the most annoying he’d seen in years. I posted Doctor Royce’s review and gave Elissa’s buddies a big I told you so. So, immediately after this Wil Keiper, Doctor Royce, and a dozen other buddies of theirs on Horror Yearbook started attacking me and calling me a creepy stalker. Then they started comparing me to the serial killer John Wayne Gacey. After I decided to leave the situation Wil followed me to the message board Horror Movie Fans. He attacked me on there because I was getting my head shaved for charity for kids with cancer. Wil tried to make me out like I was a pervert to try and deter people from donating in my name. He even stoled my identity and started posting perverted threads using my name and personal information. He was stupid enough to make me aware by posting on my charity thread using his false profile and to publically admit it so he could laugh about it. I complained to the head of Horror Movie Fans, Foo, and he refused to pull down any of the threads Wil Keiper posted under my name and told me to get a tougher skin. So, I ended up having to report the situation to the FBI’s Cyber Crimes Unit. They got the threads taken down and informed Keiper that they now had a file open on him and if he pulled anymore shit he’d be arrested.

Now if Wil Keiper had handled the situation like an administrator of a message board should and been polite and respectful letting things cool down and pass after Doctor Royce posted the negative review of Elissa’s film things would have ended differently. Instead he decided to be an ass and attack me and insult me because he didn’t like the fact that I had been proven right. Because of this he pushed things too far and ended up in the situation with the federal government that he ended up in.

Remember this, if you are polite and respectful to me I will be back. You act impolite and start crap with me I will be less than respectful to you. Also remember once you do this I lose all respect for you and it will take a lot to rebuild that respect.

3. Thou Shalt Be Honest…

Last year at this time I went to Indianapolis to be a guest at my first horror convention, Days of the Dead. One person I was really excited to meet there was my friend of ten years actress Michelle Shields. In January I’d had Michelle on the season premiere of our show Bloodbath Radio. On the show we talked about the convention. I had promised Michelle a T-shirt (which I gave her at the convention with my autograph) and had said I looked forward to hanging out with her at the convention. Anyway, at the convention Michelle did indeed hang out with me. She was constantly coming over to our table in the vender’s room of the convention, even after the convention organizer moved Michelle to the independent artists room. At one point she said in front of the people from Fangoria Magazine, including Rebekah McKendry, “These guys are the coolest guys at this convention..” and pointed at our table. At the conventions VIP party Michelle came over to me and my co-host Christopher Highland. She hugged me and kissed me. She hung out with us for a bit then headed off to network. The last day of the convention when I had to leave early I went to see Michelle to say goodbye. She gave me a long hug and kiss. I told her that if she was ever in the San Francisco Bay Area I’d take her out to Mel’s Diner for lunch.

After the convention I gave Michelle a hell of a lot of support when she entered a contest to get a walk on part on AMC’s Mad Men. I voted for her once a day, which was allowed by the contest, for six weeks. After I put my internet radio show up for a nomination for the Internet Podcast Awards, I sent a number of my close friends, including Michelle emails asking them to vote for my show. I also put up an event page asking my Facebook friends for votes as well. A couple weeks into the nomination process I found out that Michelle was heavily promoting a guy name Zack Daggy’s podcast and my co-host Derek’s personal podcast Reel Movies for Reel People, but basically fluffed me off (which became a point of royal contention with me). Then soon after I was on my wall looking at my wall and saw a comment by Michelle on a Facebook friend’s post, but it wasn’t her regular profile (Her regular profile was Michelle Shields, this other profile was Michelle M Shields). Intrigued I clicked onto it. I found out that this profile was for Michelle’s “real friends”  and it included the fact that Michelle had a secret boyfriend that she didn’t tell me about when she was hugging and smooching on me at Days of the Dead, nor the last ten years I’d known her. I knew if I mentioned it to her that she would turn bitch on me and end our friendship (boy I had that right in spades). At the time I didn’t realize that the horror community was infected with a high school social mentality disorder. Wanting to come to terms with this betrayal of my trust. I decided to ask the community if this was socially acceptable, but in a round about way. This was suggested to me by my old school buddy Henry, who was surprised that Michelle got away with pulling crap like this on people who are supposed to be friends. So I asked a question on Facebook about if it was socially acceptable for an actor/actress to hide their long term relationship and present themselves as a single and available person just to sell their products. This ended up blowing up in my face because Henry got frustrated and called Michelle out. I reacted badly and let the fact that I knew about her hidden boyfriend and how she was using and thought of most of the people she knew on Facebook as promotional resources (which royally gets up my nose because the Mormons  tried to brainwash me into having a similar mindset of seeing non-Mormon friends as nothing more than people to be converted to Mormonism…which is why I’ve separated myself from them..). So, Michelle blew on me and blocked me on Facebook. She and her friends started talking shit about me. She called me a degenerate, delusional,  stalker, which is totally unfair. My co-host, Derek Young, convinced me to try and apologize (at the time I didn’t know all the crap she said behind my back) and try to work things out with her, since we’d been friends for ten years after all. I sent Michelle a very heartfelt apology:

Michelle,

I sincerely apologize for what happened with the Facebook note. I tried to keep it non-specific and not mention names, but someone else brought up your name. Things got a bit out of hand. I have deleted the note.
The thing is after eight years of friendship and hanging out at Days of the Dead I thought we were more than just business connections. I really liked you and it really hurt me that you considered me simply as just one of the crowd. Also, I thought that after all I had done for you regarding Mad Men, and your friend’s documentary, and I royally did go out of my way, you would automatically support me with The Podcast Awards. When you didn’t and went out of your way to support others it was like a slap in the face to me. This and other things I found out after got me thinking and I wanted some kind of answer. Unfortunately, that need lead to this situation. You could say
that I could have talked to you about it, but I know from past
experience that it would have lead to the same result of you cutting off communications and the end of any semblance of a friendship.
As, I have stated, I’m sorry, but as my friend Angela says in every situation there are three things involved your perspective, my perspective, and the truth.
I know you are probably playing the stalker card to play this off.
Whatever. That is your option. For me, I live under the foolish notion that if I know somebody for a certain number of years they are a friend and I expect a bit more from them than from a random acquaintance. I cherish my friends. To me, being a business connection is far less and empty.

Bill

 Michelle accepted the apology, but said she had stipulations. One was we don’t talk about the situation. The other was that our friendship was going to be on her terms. Amusingly, she said the following, “ I never considered you a business connection but I did consider you an internet friend and thats far better than I consider most others. I will post on FB that an apology has been offered.

~M  “

Well, Michelle, unblocked me. I tried to be friendly, but she made it hard. It was October and she posted her avatar as her as Elvira. I asked if she was planning to be Elvira for Halloween. I mentioned that I was planning to be Ozzy Osbourne. Within a half an hour Michelle changed her avatar to a blood soaked glaring and snarling zombie. It was tense. What I hadn’t known at the time was that Michelle had been mouthing off to her Facebook friends when I was blocked that if I dared apologize to her and try and make up she was I quote “going to fix him…”

Anyway, because of all the crap Michelle had said behind my back people started giving me shit and saying I hadn’t hung out at all with Michelle, that I was being a delusional creep.

This got annoying really fast, so to correct this crap on my Facebook wall I posted a picture of Michelle hanging out at our table at Days of the Dead. Immediately Michelle blew her top and lied her ass off. She said she never hung out at our table at Days of the Dead or hung with me and Christopher Highland at the VIP party both of which were observed by various people at the convention, including the three public occasions when Michelle hugged and kissed me. Both Derek Young and Christopher Highland came on the comment thread and said as much. This enraged Michelle and she accused me of twisting the truth, outright lying, and being delusional before blocking me again. Then after she did this, like a coward, Michelle opened another comment thread and her and her “buddies” continued to insult me and paint me as a creepy delusional stalker. I should note at this point that Zack Daggy, who had never even listened to an episode of The Eric Morse Project, started mouthing off about how he and his crew were better than The Wolf Pack and how Michelle had made the right decision to give him her support over I quote “ those losers…” So, started the war between The Eric Morse Project and Zack Daggy and Midnight Spookshow…So there you have it. If Michelle Shields would have been honest and didn’t lie about her relationship, and her relationship with others, things wouldn’t have ended the way that it did. But, it seems that being truthful is not admired in our modern society. What seems to be more respected is how many lies you can get away with and how many people you can dope that seems to garner you status in the horror community these days. It is a sad state of affairs.

So, people if you are respectful, polite, and straight with me you have no fear of incurring my wrath. But if you insult me, attack me, and lie to me you get what you deserve and my family is known for dishing out a very generous portion…So, don’t pull the lion’s mane or jab it in the back unless you want the claws…simple as that…

The Curse: Fleeting Acknowledgement

People have wondered why it gets to me when jackasses on the net call me a has been and say my work as no value. After all they are what the hell do they know? Right? Well, the reason is that that’s all I get. Simple acknowledgement of anything I’ve done is a fleeting thing in my life.

I remember as far back as elementary school that I had the same problem. One instance that comes to mind was when I was in third grade and our class broke up into teams to build carrying displays for our school’s Chinese New Year Parade. My group build a very detailed tiger. I worked on the head and the painting work on it. When all the displays were done the teach graded the projects and read the names of all the kids on each individual team…all except for my name. I had to correct her on this. She apologized but my peers took a collective sign and called me a glory hound. Also, when the parade went on my group’s display was featured to the news story in the local newspaper. My mother proudly showed me the picture in the newspaper and read the caption to me. Though my smiling face was there behind a girl named Nancy my name did not appear in the caption with the other kids.

Well, woopie dee! You didn’t get acknowledged for a stupid paper mache’ tiger and that gives you the right to be an asshole and demand acknowledgement…My answer to this is read on…

My finally year in elementary school we had a poster contest for our school’s big carnival to get donations to help with after school sports programs. I did a very large poster featuring a huge detailed clown face, carousel, and ferris wheel that took me three weeks to design and paint. Needless to say, I won the contest. I got a check for $15 dollars, which was a hell of a lot of money for the age I was at the time. Also, my poster was to be prominently framed and displayed outside the front of the school with my name on a card on the bottom…Problem was when my family arrived at the carnival  we saw that the  name “David Mennor, 1^st Prize Winner” was on the card below my poster which had my name clearly signed on it. After spending half an hour, which felt like an eternity to me, we tracked down the principle and informed him. He looked at the card, shook his head, and said there was nothing that could be done, but that at least I knew it was my poster and I had the prize money. This hurt me deeply. My father was so mad he refused to allow us to stay so I didn’t even get to enjoy the carnival I worked so hard to promote.

Boo Hoo, sad story you say, if you are a complete ass…

Well, after the carnival bullshit I gave up on doing contests completely for many years....

My next fun event happened as a surprise to me at end of my high school term. Supposedly, because I had had learning problems due to physohedrin poisoning, known now as Physoderm, and overcame them my teachers thought I deserved some acknowledgment by putting in for two scholarships. The scholarships were the Robert Rittenour Scholarship for Superior Achievement in English Studies and The John Papan (local representative) Memorial Scholarship for General Education. Together I got $3,000 in scholarship money for college. I went to my schools award night in suit and tie and a couple of the socials, that’s what we called the stuck up, shallow, jackasses that thought they ran the school, got is my face and ask me what the hell a loser like me was doing at awards night. That night I got two scholarships, to be correct I was the only person to get two scholarships, which pissed the socials off to no end. Well, the next Tuesday, because it was always on Tuesday the school newspaper came out. It featured on the front page the list of people and awards given at Awards Night. Well, since the last Thursday I had been telling people that I won to two scholarships, so you can imagine how amused I was when I looked at the list and my name didn’t appear. To be exact the newspaper put down Hans Thomas, the guy who won The John Papan poster contest as the person winning the scholarship. They didn’t even mention the Rittenour scholarship at all. I went to the head of the newspaper, a social, and told her that there was a mistake. She huffed and said it was no big deal. I even went to the principle and he gave me the same response except for saying my old favorite line “You got the money and you got the scholarships that’s what’s important. So for the next three weeks of the school year I was called a liar and the socials enjoyed rubbing it in my face.

Oh, you got me in tears, you say laughing…

I say no comment.

Well, the next should have been my greatest achievement yet. I was seventeen at the time. I had the pleasure of going to Los Angeles with my father to attend the first ever convention for The William Shatner Fan Fellowship (Yes, there actually was one in the early 80s). Anyway, while I was there the organizer Sonny Cooper introduced me to Harve Bennett, who had just been given the assignment to create an entertaining Star Trek film after the lack luster Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Well, Harve and I chatted for nearly three hours and this ended with him offering to pay for a hotel room if my father and I would stay an extra week and help him come up with an exciting treatment for Star Trek II. After a week of long days at the Parmount Office for Star Trek, which was actually in the TV office section instead of movie production offices, we put together the treatment that would become Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (At the time we had it under the titles of Star Trek II: The Genesis Project and Star Trek II: The Vengeance of Khan). Anyway, before I went home at the end of the week Harve informed me that I wouldn’t be able to get credit on the film because I wasn’t a member of The Screen Writer’s Guild and Paramount was a little on the picky side about that. He said he would make it up to me. He actually did. He sent me a crew T-shirt, a limited edition belt buckle that only people associated with the production were supposed to get, and Admiral Kirk’s broken spectacles from the end of the film. Then a year and a half later  I was back in LA for another William Shatner Fellowship event. Harve contacted me again and I was back in the Star Trek offices again, this time he needed my help with writing the actual script for Star Trek: III, which at the time was subtitled In Search of Spock (I found it amusing). So Harve was having trouble with key scenes in the film. He just wasn’t feeling the Star Trek vibe from what he was writing. The first scene I rewrote was the very opening of the movie. Harve had it taking place at a wake for Spock. We moved the wake to later in the film and I came up with a very sad opening with Kirk doing his Captain’s log. Later I added a scene where a crewman asks Kirk if there was going to be a celebration of their homecoming. Kirk say that god knows there should be, that they paid for the party with their dearest blood. Then I worked on the very long series of scenes known as the stealing of the Enterprise scenes. It was my idea to give the supporting characters one scene in this sequence that highlighted them. Sulu got to do the body throw live that his character did in the animated episode The Infinite Vulcan (Though George was a bit incensed about being called “tiny”). Scotty got to show his humorous side and what a tricky fellow he could be. Finally, Uhura got to do more than communications with “Mr. Adventure”. There are a few other scenes I threw some classic Star Trek references in as well. Needless to say Harve once again gave me the same to while thanking me for my help…no credit. I did get another belt buckle, T-shirt, and I got a prop phaser from the film. Also from that point on  until Harve left Star Trek I got shirts and crew collectibles from the productions….So I was happy though I didn’t get to see my name on the big screen…That came years later with my work on The Horror Seasons. But even now there are some people who keep trying to say I’m lying about my participation in Star Trek. One person who is friends with Walter Koenig has called me a liar because during the production of Star Trek III Walter doesn’t remember an hour visit I had to the set with Harve. The thing is the person who really made me feel welcome on that visit was Mark Leonard (Spock’s father Sarek). I was a bit shy at the time, after all these were my heroes, and Mark invited me to have a coffee and pastry with him at the snack table on the set. I remember chatting with him about that years later at the last Creation Convention I attended before Mark died. The thing is that asshats love to remind me that I don’t have a credit and that Nick Meyer (The man annoyed me) has taken credit for completely writing The Wrath of Khan, but if you look at the clumsy work he does in the writing of Star Trek VI to try and copy my style and  my claim looks more reasonable. Also, as for Walter’s claim he doesn’t remember me on the set…can you remember a single hour from thirty years ago with any detail, especially if that detail is a shy kid standing in the background?

Sure..you say I believe that shit....Right. I say believe as you will.

So comes to my books, I’ll be short because you all already know the details. I was on contract with Berkley Books. I found out they expected me to write four novels in one year or I wouldn’t get paid. I worked sixteen hours a day seven days a week on those books both writing and editing the book. The stress nearly killed me. I was promised $20,000 for if the first printings made a certain level of sales. Berkley promised me book signings and convention appearances. I got nothing except an initial payment of $1,500. Now jackasses are telling me I’m a has been, even though I have three projects in production and am the host of a very successful Blog Talk Radio show. They say my work has no value and no one is interested…which is interesting because last month on Ebay a collection of my Camp Crystal Lake books, including a flash drive with my final novel, The Mask of Jason Voorhees (which I spent seven years writing for the fans) ,were sold for $600.00 in auction. That doesn’t sound like something no one is interested in or has no value. Still I get told my books are crap and I have no fans, thus I am not worthy of consideration to be a guest at conventions…So you wonder why I get pissed and go off. This is an edited down version of the crap I’ve had to endure over the years and I'm sick of being fluffed off and having my achievements ignored…Get a fucking clue…

Gore and Scares Everybody!!!! This is your host with the most William Pattison, aka Eric Morse. I've created this blog so I can express myself without having to worry about getting a notice from Facebook or having my posts deleted because someone with a chip on their shoulder has decided to mess with me...

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