Cold Chills

The "Chiller" show cooled down some 5 days ago. Like leftovers, a few final comments on Farcebook have a smell to them. As in, "it wasn't worth going to. It stunk."

Yes, the same old thing. It even disappointed New Jersey cretins who are pretty easy to please. Here's a jerk who can't even spell Billy Mumy (MUMMY??) and he was upset because the show closed early on Sunday and he couldn't meet his favorite star. A star whose name he can't spell or pronounce.

Actually the jerk is lucky anyone was around after 2pm, because on a Sunday, most everyone starts packing up early. They don't really give a damn about sitting around waiting for retarded stragglers to lug their lard. They've already had many, many intense hours of being gawked at, haggled at and drooled at. Worst of all, they've been propositioned with inane shit like "come over to my place for dinner" and "give me your home address so I can send you a script I wrote." They've also had to endure naive and insulting remarks like, "How come you're not guest starring on TV?" Like the top shows want has-beens!

Yes, the food is lousy. The rooms are hot because of all the sweaty blubber. The "stars" charge too much. The dealers are arrogant idiots.

But worst of all, are the PEOPLE. Who the hell wants to be hanging around with overweight clods, low-class fools, and the kind of dimwits who leave comments on the Daily Mail website saying how much they admire the Kardashians, and how beautiful Paris Hilton is, and how fantastic Justin Bieber's music is.

The only difference is that here, the "fans" are older, and more demented. Their "cosplay" involves dressing up and pretending to be on loan from a grade Z movie. Look at THESE assholes, who are so happy to meet some has-been musician in a heavy metal rock band that disbanded 30 years ago.

Oooh, the two dressed-up fan jerks think they are SO COOL.

And here's a brainless twat who creamed her fish-stinking panties to meet two old men who once worked in Alice Cooper's band.

Fuckin' Ada! (That's her in the photo). How can you even think of going to an event when you'll be rubbing shoulders with the stupidest, ugliest, most clueless "fans" on the planet?