I feel pretty confident that I will never write epic posts about Comic-Con (in fact, I will probably never write epic posts again, sadly), so this will have to suffice until the Facebook albums go up ( Read more... )

So this one time at Theater Pub I met this cute girl who was very fun and seemed to enjoy my company. And I almost asked her out but did not get the chance ( Read more... )

Oh my God, you guys, please show me some love in the HOLIDAY LOVE MEME! It's been that kind of...life.

Last Sunday, I auditioned for GuyWriters' Eat Our Shorts short-play festival because I had met one of the writers. GuyWriters, as its name implies, is a group of guy writers: gay male writers writing about the gay male lifestyle. Now, that is ( Read more... )

I hope I can find the time to write epic posts for the three of you who will read them, but I am woefully behind on even writing down notes. So let this totally abridged narrative suffice for now ( Read more... )

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Let's go all the way back to May 17, when I was in a reading of Los 7 Magnificos, an old Thunderbird show. It was a reading I was actually asked to be in! I didn't have to audition or anything! I was Jerry/Sanjay, an Indian landlord mistaken for Jerry Garcia by a bunch of hippies, so I got to break out my Indian accent, and I was also Señor Roboto ( Read more... )

Sunday morning, the four of us must pack madly!

( San Diego Marriott Gaslamp: The Departure )

On Saturday, I wake up at 6 and am out the door by 6:30, efficient but groggy. I hit the magic deli for breakfast, and they are able to whip me up a GIGANTIC turkey/egg/cheese breakfast sandwich, and I also get a turkey sandwich for lunch later. I am so forward-thinking! Plus, for kicks, I get a smoothie.

( Pre-Panel: Chuck )

Friday morning, my plans are somewhat more fluid, except that it is the only time I can visit the Scott Pilgrim vs. Comic-Con Experience, and I must experience it!

( Breakfast: The Broken Yolk )

Thursday morning, I wake around 6:30 but don't crawl out of bed until 7:30. I try not to wake anyone as I shower and sneak out for breakfast. I check out the nearby Broken Yolk, but it looks too expensive to eat at alone. So I walk to the Cheese Shop, recommended to me by Cat, who grew up in San Diego. The prices are actually kind of similar, but ( Read more... )