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I Lost 40 Pounds to Play Michael Myers

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I lost 40 pounds to finally become the screen-accurate 1978 Michael Myers I dreamed of as a kid. Join me as I unbox the wearable build, revisit 30 years of Myers cosplay, and reveal the final Nick Castle-inspired costume.

 

I lost 40 pounds to finally become the screen-accurate 1978 Michael Myers I used to fantasize about in my youth.

This is the sequel to my Building The ULTIMATE 1978 Michael Myers LIFE-SIZE Display video. I unbox and review the wearable build, including my NAG/JC 75K Castle mask, Creepy Customs Tradewear v3 coveralls, Vietnam-era jungle boots and Case 102-12 knife replica, all inspired by Nick Castle’s original Shape.

Then we rewind through 30 years of Myers cosplay, from store-bought garbage and pre-internet limitations to the indy artists, masks, head-measurement mishaps and hard lessons that led here. The documentary segment includes vintage VHS home videos and tons of pics that show the slow transformation from a store-bought, bootleg boogeyman, to an effigy of evil that could’ve walked right off the screen.

It culminates with my weight loss and two-part, full-suit reveal. The display Myers is still lurking in the background, but this time, The Shape is me. 🎃🔪

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One Obscure Day in 1994

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A story my brother told me about an ordinary afternoon at Evergreen Cemetery in 1994 left me with an image I never witnessed. More than three decades later, I’m still trying to understand why it never left me.

I remember almost nothing about that afternoon in 1994… only the image that followed me out of it.

From the Archive

Who can say why we hold on to certain obscurities? Sometimes the most trivial details can quietly take root and grow into some of our most enduring memories. Stranger still are those formed around moments we never actually witnessed firsthand. One such image entered my life on an otherwise ordinary day in the spring of 1994. But to fully grasp how that moment found its way onto the biological hard drive that my long-term memory is so often compared to, I have to return to the summer of ’93, when my brother got his first car and, shortly thereafter, the two of us discovered the cemetery where it would eventually take shape.

Archive Interlude
Two brothers sharing a conversation on cemetery steps
1980 Mercury Zephyr

My older brother was entering his senior year of high school and was on the cusp of turning 18. Our parents knew someone in our extended family who was selling an old 1980 four-door Mercury Zephyr. I remember the four of us riding out to the country one day in August ’93 to look at the car and take it for a test drive. This was my brother’s first shot at owning a vehicle, and I don’t recall it taking much convincing for him to pull the trigger. If memory serves, he paid $400 cash for it and drove away a happy first-time car owner.

This was also the beginning of a special time in our relationship. I was turning 13 and about to experience my first major growth spurt. Psychologically, I was beginning to move beyond the preteen kid stuff that had so often made me the annoying little tag-along brother my older sibling looked to avoid rather than try to bond with, especially in social settings. For the first time, we were beginning to connect through shared interests, philosophies, and the common struggles of being two unusually odd Virgos who were routinely misunderstood. With his own car and the freedom to go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, my brother had reached that familiar milestone when a young adult realizes he is finally about to experience life on his own terms. Getting to share that freedom with him brought us closer and shifted my place in his life from little brother to something closer to a buddy.

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The Archive Awakens

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The Midnight Archive awakens… A newly reimagined home for personal stories, creative reflection and the written word, preserved somewhere outside the ordinary.

Welcome to The Midnight Archive.

Writing has always been one of my favorite pastimes. It’s therapeutic in both alleviating tension and providing a creative outlet for inspirational energies that sometimes have no place else to go. It’s so simplistic in its comfortably secluded appeal. I don’t need anyone to hold a camera. I don’t have to rely on people keeping their promises and showing up to shoots. No waiting on products to arrive (and no stressing about their shipping conditions). My phone is face-down on DND, and no one can bother me. It’s just me, my keyboard, my delicious cup of coffee, my comfy VHS-themed Texas Chain Saw Massacre blanket over my legs and nothing else but peace and quiet. This is a creative platform I don’t need a team for me to be able to indulge in and enjoy. That aspect alone makes it vastly more inviting than the sometimes tediously annoying and mentally draining process of video production.

That said, I’ve been noticeably withdrawn from my Journal section on the site here. Outside of the annual Countdown to the Autumn Equinox posts, there’s been a regretful void here for the last few years. I didn’t quite understand why at first, but now I see the problem clearly; here didn’t really exist. These writings. These sessions of personal expression and creativity were just bland WordPress posts that looked like everything else on the site. They were categorized with a menu linking to the list of entries, but that wasn’t enough to keep them from becoming background fodder to the usual list of posts that share the videos I make.

The words are here regardless.

From the Archive

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