Me smart not

May 23, 2006 14:14

Angela and I went to Opusfest, to revel in the glory of hefty ponytailed guys swinging foam bat'leths and girls with more facial piercings than Pinhead from Hellraiser. We are pro-con, which looks like an oxymoron but you know what the hell I mean.

I played Makoto for the first time, and I love it. It's basically that "BEEP"-whack "BOOP"-whack game Simon with a stick. The attendant started me on level 2, and a hit 96/101. In my "Crow" coat, I felt like Neo when he fought 100 Agent Smiths. Alas, when the timer went off I felt like Bronchitis Man when he smoked 100 cigarettes. Perhaps I should start doing some cardio.

The main reason we went was to see Voltaire in concert. Earlier that day, we went to Voltaire's table and I asked if he'd sign a couple of books:
"Sure. Who should I make this out to?"
"Umm, this one to Angela, and this one to me, please."
A small pause: "Ok, is that 'M-E'?"
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! I turned on my brain and gave him my name. During his performance, I was able to ease my earlier embarrassment by downing $6 glasses of White Zinfandel. We all have our methods.

So, I announce the founding of SoloCon. This is a sci-fi/fantasy convention which only I will attend, hence the name "Solo". I will put on the "Revenge of The Sith" soundtrack, don my RenFest outfit, and enjoy a feast prepared with the help of Totino's Party Pizzas and Safeway. Festivities will commence in the basement between the hours of 10 pm and 11:14 pm.
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