About the Author

Tim Price spent most of his childhood watching and making Super 8 movies, building Aurora monster models, collecting sci-fi junk and tuning in to Monty Python reruns on PBS. He also regularly indulged in the fine arts by attending the theatre (usually something artistically en vogue by Ray Harryhausen or an equally stimulating daikaiju smackdown at the local drive-in). He also studied at U of Z (University Of Zenith) where he was well schooled in the likes of Dark Shadows, Jerry Lewis flix and the Saturday night weekly creature-feature show (or what the local Minneapolis television gods at Channel 5 had deemed ... HORROR INC.). It was soon discovered by Tim in his early teens that the only cure for his uber geekinism (and the only way he'd ever get any chicks) would be to get a guitar and become a long-haired, axe-wielding, rock star. So, like so many of his fellow "followers of Uncle Forry," Tim set his sights on becoming the next Jimmy Page, Ace Frehley and/or Alex Lifeson. Well, needless to say, after touring the country in various rock bands and drinking himself into a 180-proof coma, all he got for his freakin' trouble was a complex and complicated "Tim" problem. And now, after years of therapy compounded with countless 12-step meetings, this stupid book is all he has to show for it. So please buy it; then he can pay his damn bills and maybe get some more monster toys. Alan OW Barnes spends his time in the attic of his small Georgian condominium making things up, including (but not limited to) stories, comics, music, and films. He and his wife have one child and two cats, all of who demonstrate more cleverness, sanity, and maturity than Alan, himself. Which is probably why Alan is relegated to the attic most of the time. Occasionally he is allowed out of the high tower to teach Audio and Animation courses at the Art Institute of Atlanta.