Sold Out!

NThe Bunker DVDo, not me personally, although to be honest, if someone tapped me to write a Lifetime MotW about a drunk who turns his life around because he’s pestered by cherubs? Yeah, I’d write it. But no, this isn’t about anything like that. As of today, August 1st, The Bunker ltd ed of 500 is officially Sold Out on Amazon.

Pretty happy? That’s an understatement. After all, for a while there, when I was scrambling to raise the funds necessary to finish the film, there was one liar going around to my friends and bragging online that it would never happen. Well, we all see how that turned out, eh? And, while the standard edition of The Bunker (unsigned, without the first issue of the Sick ‘N Twisted comic book) is still available, we’re gonna make some changes. Starting next week, I’m going to be including Howling Wolf Records’ score CD with the DVD & “Making Of” documentary for free. Yup, we’ve reached an agreement with the estate of composer Robert Feigenblatt, and will be packaging the DVD and film score together for the first time.

As for the ltd ed DVDs. I’m a comic book guy. I know what it is to be an indie creator, going to conventions and selling cool stuff. So, the last 25 DVDs I’ve got with the comic? They’re gonna be available until they’re sold out, too, by clicking HERE.

Oh, and since I wouldn’t put you, the fans, into a tough spot by making you choose? Yeah, I’m also going to throw in the Bunker score CD for nothing.  If you want one, just click, when these’re done, that’s all, folks.

Thanks to everyone who bought a copy of The Bunker, any edition. Or came out to see it at one of the many festivals I was fortunate enough to screen it at. Or who RT’d a link, or contributed to the Kickstarter campaign, or who wrote about the film on their site. You guys all helped make this happen, and I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.
Currently listening to: “Revenge” by MINISTRY

You’ve Got Another Week!

THE BUNKER Movie PosterHeard from my distributor yesterday about the numbers on the premiere of The Bunker and how the film had been doing since. Good news across the board, as it turns out. The No. 1 movie on the IPTV channel? You guessed it – The Bunker. Russell was so happy he told me to go ahead and announce that Commodity is going to extend the Free viewing period for not just The Bunker, but Inside the Bunker, the Making of  documentary, for another week. So, if you haven’t had
a chance to catch the flick, the clock is ticking – but 
you’ve got 7 more days to take advantage.

To watch the film, click through to the Commodity Films Screening Room. Then you can bring up The Bunker or the documentary and start watching-on your schedule. Any time, day or night, now through November 13th at midnight. When you do, come on by and leave a comment, let us know what you thought of the flick. No, it isn’t Casablancabut for a blind director’s first effort? We’ve got some great reviews, and we’d like to hear yours.

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Currently listening to: Let the Madness Begin by Fozzy

Can’t wait for it to be over? Same here.

If you’re into early voting (I’m not), I hope you took the time to cast your
ballot. If you’re like me, and like the traditional aspect of voting (and
would hate to cast a ballot weeks early only to find out that candidate
likes texting nude pictures to high schoolers), then I hope you make it out
to the polls on Tuesday. Thankfully, Tuesday, it’ll all, finally, be over.

I’m into politics. I follow it pretty close. I’ve voted for candidates for
various offices on both sides of the aisle. But the one thing that’s
sickened me more this election than any of the ones I’ve been eligible to
vote in in the past has been the outright hypocrisy and slavish adherence to
ideology I’ve been subjected to. I’ve outright blocked some folks via
e-mail, because they’ve been unwilling to stop spamming me with unwanted
political diatribes. I’m serious. Friends. If one of them is reading this,
hey, if I send you a private note asking you to stop including me in your
bulk-spamming, why won’t you be nice and do it? I don’t report you as a
spammer, so why do I need to temporarily block your e-mail (all of it),
because you’re unwilling to respect my request?

I get it. Your guy’s in danger. Things’re closer than you’d like them to be.
So? You aren’t going to convert me, and you’re just ticking me off with your
ideologically-driven rants. Maybe I’ll unblock you after the election.

Maybe not.

I’m mostly disappointed in my friends on the left. Was talking to one of
them the other day. Guy just lost his job. He’s going to have to put his
house up for sale. Given the economy, and how upside-down he is, he’s likely
going to be forced into trying to short-sell it. Or, be foreclosed on. Won’t
say where he used to work (place now closed down because their product’s not
selling). Won’t even mention what he sells. But he asks me, “You’re not
really voting for Romney, are you?” So I brought up something he once asked
me. “Dude, are you better off now than you were four years ago?”

His answer? “Yes.”


I remind him. Your company went under because you couldn’t sell something
you’ve sold, in that same location, since your dad worked there. You have no
job. The house you bought cheap in 2009 is so devalued you’re going to lose
it. And you’re telling me that things are *better*, not just for you, but

His answer? “They will be, so long as Obama gets reelected.”

It’s mind numbing. Among his reasons for this declaration-the housing market
is making a big comeback. (Where this is happening, he wouldn’t say. My Dad,
who was a realtor for the past 5 years, sure had numbers that showed the
claim to be BS for virtually the entire market, particularly the one where
my unemployed friend is living), but he denies it. He says the unemployment
numbers are indeed being cooked.but claims it’s John Boehner who’s
responsible. (He can’t point to anything that supports this, but swears that
unemployment in the country *isn’t* so bad, it’s just republicans lying
about it and making people feel worse, so they won’t spend money, trying to
hurt Obama).

Uh, yeah, riiiiight. The fact that he *just* lost his job, along with 20 to
25 people who he’s known for years, seemingly has zero to do with the
economy being poor. And this, this was the kicker. His claim that, “You
watch. Obama gets back in, unemployment will be down to 4% by 2014, and he’ll
fulfill his promise to cut the deficit in half.

I know. You’re asking, “Why does Joe remain friends with somebody who’s this
clueless?” It’s a good question. I don’t usually tolerate ideologues-from
either party-to any extent. But I’ve known him for years, I take his wearing
of blinders when it comes to something like this with a grain of salt.and
try to end the conversation as fast as possible.

Listen. This guy ain’t my guy. And Romney? I’m not exactly jumping up and
down over him. When Obama won, I rooted hard for the guy. My Dad was working
again because of how bleak the economic picture was. I wanted the housing
market to stabilize because I didn’t want my neighborhood to turn into a
ghost town. Abandoned neighborhoods tend to become slums when nice homes can
be rented for $500 a month. I wanted my favorite little dive eateries to
stay open. I wanted my friends with low-paying jobs to be able to hang in
there until things turned around. Hope and Change. That was his slogan. So I
was hoping to see some of that.

What did I get? False hope and loose change. Unemployment’s up, despite the
promise to slash it drastically. The stimulus? Dismal failure, even
according to the CBO and his own people. The deficit he swore he’d cut in
half has only ballooned. Gitmo? That “critically important” goal, the one he
promised to take care of his first day in office (and signed the executive
order for in a highly-publicized photo op)? Uh, it’s still open. And he and
the democrat-controlled congress had the power to do it. But.if I bring that
up in a Yahoo group? I’m a racist. Huh? What does race have to do with the
fact he hasn’t done something he promised to do on his *first* day in

My friend says to me about this, “But you didn’t want it closed.” And I
agree. I didn’t think it was a bright idea. But when I say, “Still.your guy
promised he’d do it. For years under Bush all I heard about was how Gitmo
was an embarrassment and needed to be shut down. Why hasn’t he done it?”

“But, you didn’t want it closed.” That’s it. That’s all I get. Because, that’s
all he has. He doesn’t care that his guy didn’t fulfill that big promise,
even though this very same friend was jumping up and down, cheering when the
executive order got signed. My friend thought this was a noble cause. Close
Gitmo! He (and all the dems who took office and controlled congress) were
going to be heroes for closing “that torture chamber.” Now? That torture
chamber is unimportant, to the president and all those who supported the
position. The two years that all three branches were controlled by
democrats? Ignored by friends of mine as if those two years never happened.
Gitmo isn’t closed? It’s the fault of John Boehner and house
republicans-forget the fact they were the minority in 2008. Airstrikes into
Pakistan? My friend was one of those who stood with Dennis Kusinich when
Denny stood on the steps of congress and labeled Bush a war criminal for
drone strikes on our so-called ally. War criminal. Obama’s launched more
strikes, and put boots on the ground in Pakistan. Does that make Obama a war
criminal? Of course not: “He had a tough decision to make.”

Sigh. I can’t deal with much more crap like that. If you want to vote for
Obama because he’s your guy and you like to be in lockstep with your party,
hell, just admit it. Who cares? At least it’d be honest. But if you tell me
how Bush giving the order to capture Saddam Hussein is a war crime, then you
better damn well not be a hypocrite about the assassination of Osama Bin
Laden in Pakistan. Me? I posted about the Bin Laden killing. I lauded it.
Congratulated Obama for making the move and sending the SEALs in. So did my
left-leaning friends. But.when I supported taking Khalid Sheikh Mohammed? I
was a warmonger. I supported a war criminal. I supported a guy who had no
right to send airstrikes into Pakistan. I supported the worst president

But Obama ramps up air strikes? “See, he’s not a pacifist!” is the defense.
He sends members of our military into an ally country and conducts an
assassination? “He makes the gutsy calls.” He not only increases the
deficit, he adds more in 3 years than Bush did in 8? “We didn’t need to
spend that money then, we need to borrow and spend it now.”

“Joe, you support gay marriage,” he says to me. “Yep, I do. Have at it,” I
respond. He says, “But Romney doesn’t.” Which, I’m fine with. The president
doesn’t control the nation’s marriage laws by fiat. I remind him, “Hey, you
voted for Obama in 2008. Remember? When *he* opposed gay marriage?”

Long silence. Then, finally, “But, he came around.” So, it’s so important,
this guy won’t even consider Romney. But it’s only that important now. In
2008, to hell with the gays, right? He has no comeback for this. He voted
for a candidate who opposed gay marriage. But that doesn’t matter any more.
Because in truth, it didn’t matter then. Not at all. Obama was a democrat,
and that’s all this guy gives a damn about. Not the country, not the future,
nothing but the big D in front of his candidate’s name. He wouldn’t ever
vote for a republican. It wouldn’t matter if unemployment was 15% and dems
controlled congress and interest rates were 10% and the deficit was 50
billion. My friend, you see, doesn’t actually want a representative
democracy as a republic. He wants a monarchy, he just won’t admit it.

If you know me and you’re an ideologue, no matter who wins on Tuesday? Stay
away. I don’t care who you support or what side of the aisle you tend to
lean towards. I’m tired of ideologues and self-interested people filling up
my In Box (or worse, wasting my time on the phone) if this is how you think.
If you told me 5 years ago that “Gas prices are high because Bush is paying
off his big-oil buddies,” when gas was $1.80, and you’re fine and dandy with
gas being $3.60 a gallon, please, just piss off. I’m sick of paying this
much for gas, and I’m sick of hearing about how your guy “can’t do anything
about it”-when you swore to me up and down that Bush was directly
responsible for rising gas prices. Remember when gas hit $2.50 and you were
screaming bloody murder in 2007 and 2008, but now you won’t say a peep about
it? If that bugs you? Fine. That’s cool. Stop following me on Twitter.
Remove me from your address book (even though you wouldn’t do it before).
Unfriend me on Facebook. Trust me-I’m not going to mind.

But, if like an artist friend of mine from back in the day, you come to me
looking for a gig because you can’t get a job anywhere, and I always paid
you less than other companies, but paid you fair, you better get used to the
fact that I’m *not* taking those risks any more just to make sure you get
paid. I’m not going to start up a new book just so you have a paying gig
while I wait and sweat it out and lay out all the dough in the hopes the
project will make its money back. (I’m not kidding. An artist I worked with
in the’90s recently approached me about doing a book. He, of course, wanted
to get paid as he turned pages in. Me? Well, of course *I’d* get paid-

when the book came out. Oh, yeah, great. *Maybe* I’d get my money back,
months after paying this guy to do all the art, and after I’d spent the
whole nut for the advertising and printing. “Well,” he said. “You *used* to
do that. What, you don’t think you can put out a good book any more?” Nice
way to try and goad me into giving him a job, eh? So I tell him, “Uh, the
economy sucks and printing is expensive. Why should I take that risk?” His
response? “Oh, come on. The economy isn’t that bad. You’ll break even.”

I’ll ‘break even.’ Yeah, just what I want to do. Break even after paying you
for work that’ll take months to see print. Break even on a book I didn’t
even want to do, so *you* could have a regular paycheck for a while.

“You’re not really going to vote for Romney, are you? Seriously?” had been
one of *his* questions earlier in the conversation. I should’ve told him,
“Nah.but you’re not really going to ask me to pay you for a book I don’t
want to publish because you’re dead broke in this guy’s economy and can’t
find a job, are you?” and hung up.

Depending on how things go Tuesday? Next call I get from him, I jus might.

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Currently listening to: Bodies by Drowning Pool

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If you don’t already follow me on Twitter and aren’t discouraged by today’s
blog, drop in. After Tuesday (and perhaps before) it’ll be all the non-PC
fun and games, tweets about writing, music, horror, and blind filmmaking.
Yep, blind filmmaking, for all you newbies:

and, there’s always Facebook, too:

It’ll be a long day

Dad’s funeral mass is today. Couple of hours from now, in fact. Much like
those final few nights with him in the hospital, it’s been impossible to
sleep, so I’ve been puttering around, trying to get some things done, trying
to eat the time between now and then without really thinking about it much.
Funny, it’s probably been one of my most productive days in the past two
weeks, despite it only being a few hours old. Put in a thousand words on a
new short story for the upcoming anthology-something I haven’t really had
the desire to work on. Think he’d be happy knowing that. Knowing I was
finally getting back to doing something I love, and that I wasn’t just
sitting around being morose, looking up depressing gothic music on YouTube
to listen to while passing the time.

It’s gonna be a long day, no denying that. I’ve had Pam tell just about
everyone I know that I don’t want to hear any condolences when we’re out at
the bar, I don’t want to dwell on that part of it. Well, today’s the mass,
and I don’t have that option. So, we’ll go, we’ll sit through a mass, we’ll
deal with the fact that this priest didn’t know my Dad at all (even though
Dad helped build the church), and we’ll make it through the post-mass
hug/handshake line. Then, we’re going to push all of that aside and go to
Chili’s and have lunch, because that’s what Dad would’ve wanted. The real
send off will be in October, when relatives from out of state can come in,
and when we’re going to do it up right, with food and booze and stories and
laughs and more booze and close friends and the inner-circle and the music
he loved.

I’m gonna try and keep *that* in mind as today unfolds. That the party is
still to come. Maybe it’ll make things easier. Maybe not. I’ll find out soon

Until then, I’ve got less scary nightmares to deal with, at least, another
couple hundred words worth before I gotta get dressed.

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Currently listening to: Sic ‘Em on a Chicken by The Zack Brown Band

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While you’re here, check out my new novel, a mystery/thriller about a series
of gruesome murders in New York City-it’s getting great reviews, so guess I
did something right:

A shift from movies to monsters

I’ve got a new blog up over at, (where I’m going to focus on
the writing part of my career now that there’s new books coming out). This
one’s about an anthology I just appeared in…and am not too thrilled about.
Drop on in, leave a comment, and let me know what you think, thanks!

From PoS to pretty good

Okay, so I got hooked up with the folks running a big zombie con taking
place down here in Fort Myers in October. The folks behind it have been
breaking records annually for the past few years, gathering the most zombies
(we’re talking living dead, not politicians) in one place, here where the
godfather of the genre, George Romero, shot Day of the Dead. (A personal
fave of mine).

This put the idea in my head to collect a bunch of my zombie fiction and do
an e-book, and maybe even some print-on-demand copies. After all, no one’s
going to let me use a Sharpie on their Kindle screen, and folks enjoy
getting things signed by the creator at conventions. Anyway, Pam dug up some
of the old files from my first horror anthology, Stuff Outa My Head, so I
could go through it, do some editing, and update the story as necessary for
the new book.

Man, what a freaking disaster. I don’t want to make excuses, but I wrote
this story roughly eight weeks after going blind. I didn’t know how to
touch-type, I was writing it in Wordpad (the basic text program that comes
with every PC), and I had no clue how to use the command keys. I couldn’t do
a search, I couldn’t do a spellcheck, I couldn’t really do much besides a
very cursory edit, because the story didn’t have obvious line breaks, the
TAB feature wasn’t set, and essentially, one line ran into another into
another the way my screenreader (a brand new program I was unfamiliar with)
was configured.

But I needed to do something. I couldn’t just sit around all day, listening
to books on tape. What I needed to do was write, and so that’s what I did.

I just didn’t write anything I could read or edit myself. Hence, the

We brought somebody in who supposedly had the skills and experience to do
the job. Boy, were we wrong on that count. This story is an embarrassment,
quite frankly, despite the very positive reviews the book got overall. But,
reading through it now? Holy crap do I wish I’d waited to learn the ins and
outs of the software and gotten a copy of WORD so I could handle what I’ve
been doing the past 3 days.

The story? Basically, the tale itself is fine. The down side to that is, a
decent story is where you start, not finish. This tale was as unfinished as
a pile of freshly sawed wood, destined to become a piece of furniture.’s getting there. And, so are some of the other stories from that
antho. I plan to re-release a much-improved version before year’s end, as
well as the zombie anthology. (And yes, the crappy STUFF cover that was
changed without my knowledge is being changed back to what it was supposed
to be, but if you’re not familiar with that story, it’s one for another

Be on the lookout for a pretty good blitz of fiction starting later this
summer with the release of my novel, Torn to Pieces, and a slew of horror
material following rapidly on its heels. And, hell, if you really want me to
sign your Kindle, just ask. 🙂

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Currently listening to: Keep Moving by END: the DJ

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You on Twitter? Why not follow me, then? I may be blind, but I’m not going
to walk you into walls or anything.

Day of not-quite-rest

Well, finally took the fight out of this wicked head cold, and just in time.
Will be at my folks’ place today, rooting on the Giants and hoping to see
them hoist another Lombardi trophy. Sure didn’t expect them to be playing
for the whole enchilada after a sub-par 9-7 season (in which it
seemed-rightfully so-that Tom Coughlin was coaching for his job every week),
but sometimes, you just get hot at exactly the right moment. So, here’s
hoping for a 2007 repeat.

If not, it won’t be so bad. I like the Patriots well enough, and I’ve always
thought Tom Brady played to win more than Peyton Manning, who Brady is often
compared to in terms of all-time greats. Manning, IMO, has always played for
glossy stats, and I think it cost him a playoff game the night after Brady
and the Pats won in an epic passfest, and Manning went out to try and put up
matching numbers, with a pass-at-all-costs mindset, and it backfired. So,
either li’l brother Eli gets his 2nd ring (one more than Peyton, despite all
those great Colts teams and him having a ton more playoff starts), or Brady
gets a fourth, which Peyton will likely never match. And, of course, one of
the best things about this Super Bowl? It’s Rex Ryan free! 😀

Enjoy the game. I don’t take many days off, but Super Bowl Sunday is always
one of ’em, usually for good reason. If tomorrow ends like the 2007 SB did?
It’ll be for great reason.


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Currently listening to: Tupelo by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds