|Blood Manor Part 2, or You Gotta Love the Internet
||[Oct. 30th, 2006|12:45 am]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
You gotta love the Internet. It brings random people out of the woodwork and gives them an opportunity to talk to you, whether you like it or not.
In response to my Blood Manor entry (though hilariously misplaced in my dorky Cybermen entry) a complete stranger has decided to leave a comment claiming, "BloodManor [sic] is a ripoff of my work and my trademark." (I guess when one is frothing at the mouth about the violation of one's work, one can successfully perform a Google search but cannot successfully post a comment to the right entry.)
I have no idea if his claim is true, especially since I tend to only hear this kind of stuff from nutcases like NP, but a quick visit to his website shows not only that he's been involved in the haunted house biz for decades but is planning on writing a book about his experience. If it's true, good for him. He should not only write the book but pursue legal action against the company that stole his trademark.
But let's hope the book will be better written than the excerpt on his LiveJournal at bloodmanor. Here's a small taste for your reading pleasure:
OCTOBER 2005. The New York Times folded open, and Itsi Atkins discovers that he a 54 year old man of the Halloween Season has fallen victim to the monster he created.
Commas are your friend, Itsi. Repeat that like a mantra. Same with verb agreement. Also, the Times doesn't fold open - in fact, it tends to fold closed if you're not vigilant enough.
IT all started in 1971 when the originator of the professional theatrical haunted house BLOOD MANOR, a vacant home solely designed for public entertainment, a sound and light horror happening with college students in the wilds of St. Mary’s County, Maryland.
When the originator...did what? Like all good showmen, Atkins leaves us wanting more!
Atkins discovered an old vacant dilapidated grey wooden five story structure overgrown with brush.
Commas are your friend.
It was the abandoned dormitory of a convent of nuns.
As opposed to one of the convents of Doberman Pinschers that were so prevalent at the time.
The nunnery dark and exposed to the rain and wind was scheduled for demolition. However in October 1971 it was rescued and transformed by a creative and unorthodox mind .
Donald Trump! Oh no, wait, it was...
“Itsi” Edwin Atkins, a local elementary school teacher in called the event, Blood Manor. It invited the public to enter for ten continuous and scary years. It became an international sensation noticed by major newspapers worldwide.
I haven't seen writing this good since I judged the Writers Digest Self-Published Book Contest two years in a row!
IN 2006, Itsi Atkins, with a lifetime of production experience in music, theatre and film was not expecting BLOOD MANOR to still be alive. But it is very much alive and living not fifteen minuets form his east-side New York City abode.
Look out! I don't know how long a "minuet" is, but it can't be that far away. And it knows where you live! Run, Itsi! Stop wasting time putting random words like "in" and "it" all in capitals and get out of there! Itsi? Itsi! Noooooooooooooo!