Shakes here...
I spent 24 hours this weekend with my blogmate Paul the Spud in a geek-packed auditorium watching terrible movies at B-Fest. (Moment that will most be appreciated here: When a scientist in a classic '50's monster flick interpreted a four-foot puddle of tarantula spooge to mean they'd be facing "the most horrible creature ever wrought upon mankind!" and someone in the audience yelled "George Bush?") B-Fest is, essentially, withstanding sleep deprivation, physical exhaustion, a number ass than you ever could have imagined was possible, hunger, dehydration, the foul stench of a massive throng of unwashed geeks, and the mind-numbing assault of 24 hours of terrible, terrible films for, y'know, fun.
