Otakon-ho!
Hello, fabulous readership!
Do you know what next weekend is? That's right, helmet-kid-in-the-back, it's Otakon! Yes, that weekend-long tribute to all things dork-tabulous is popping like a zit across the whole of Baltimore's Inner Harbor, and I am driving seven hours to enjoy it's noisome stench! But this year TAKANORI will be there, so it'll be even MORE enema-bags o' fun! For those of you who are troglodytes and/or philistines, TAKANORI is the one-man show that is TM Revolution, a swishy Japanese rock extravaganza that makes me alternately want to duel and figure skate. I will of course line up many hours in advance to sit in the front row in hopes of touching the hem of his fag-robe and being cured of all diseases through his magical healing powers. He is the Way.
I hope lots of you will be going to Otakon. Tell me if you are, so we can share a few Cold Ones and sing the Strongbadian National Anthem together.
In other late-breaking news, I saw X-Treme Jello this week. I was to understand that the apocalypse would be forthcoming only a short while after the last of the Signs, so I can only imagine that there's some kind of bureaucratic mix up going on in Jesusville or whatever.
Oh, speaking of fucked-up governments, did we all read the "report" on the failings of the US intelligence communities that Bush And Pals released? It was great, especially the bit where they crossed out twenty-some pages about Saudi Arabian funding of Al-Qaeda. I assume the administration expected we would also have an "intelligence failure" and not notice.
Finally, I would like to put this issue to rest; using conditioner every day and alternating shampoos weekly to ensure silky-soft hair does not make a dude gay. And it's been at least a few months since my last hot-oil treatment, so whoever is sending me links to this, please stop.
Do you know what next weekend is? That's right, helmet-kid-in-the-back, it's Otakon! Yes, that weekend-long tribute to all things dork-tabulous is popping like a zit across the whole of Baltimore's Inner Harbor, and I am driving seven hours to enjoy it's noisome stench! But this year TAKANORI will be there, so it'll be even MORE enema-bags o' fun! For those of you who are troglodytes and/or philistines, TAKANORI is the one-man show that is TM Revolution, a swishy Japanese rock extravaganza that makes me alternately want to duel and figure skate. I will of course line up many hours in advance to sit in the front row in hopes of touching the hem of his fag-robe and being cured of all diseases through his magical healing powers. He is the Way.
I hope lots of you will be going to Otakon. Tell me if you are, so we can share a few Cold Ones and sing the Strongbadian National Anthem together.
In other late-breaking news, I saw X-Treme Jello this week. I was to understand that the apocalypse would be forthcoming only a short while after the last of the Signs, so I can only imagine that there's some kind of bureaucratic mix up going on in Jesusville or whatever.
Oh, speaking of fucked-up governments, did we all read the "report" on the failings of the US intelligence communities that Bush And Pals released? It was great, especially the bit where they crossed out twenty-some pages about Saudi Arabian funding of Al-Qaeda. I assume the administration expected we would also have an "intelligence failure" and not notice.
Finally, I would like to put this issue to rest; using conditioner every day and alternating shampoos weekly to ensure silky-soft hair does not make a dude gay. And it's been at least a few months since my last hot-oil treatment, so whoever is sending me links to this, please stop.