Why is it that I get the weirdo crazy crap happening to me? Why cant I have the porno moment (consisting of the hot blonde outside smoking who walks up to me, grabs my shirt kisses me deeply then say come f*ck me now), instead of the weird guy who may be flirting with me moment? That last moment consisting of him explaining to me how 20 years ago he had a moment on stage with Judy Tunada, and that at the same time he was working as a lab technician? And that while performing said duties, he had inadvertently processed her most recent pap-smear. That he was also getting back into theater after a long stint in the IT medical IT industry, and there was about to be tryouts for a new Law&Order spin-off based in Chicago, and would I like to go to the casting call for it with him? WHY OH GOD... WHY NOT THE HOT BLONDE MOMENT? I think my ears melted off, and I am soo not going to mention the awful joke he told about Ms. Judy either. Excuse me while I spew... into the cup…

Now.. the news…

Several years ago, there was THIS moment. A wonderful gathering of people in a far off land. A land filled with frozen crystalline beauty, high-maintenance hamburgers, and much grabbing of cleavage. Which if you have ever been to a Greenbay Mini-Con, you will know is a regular feature of such an event. Since then, there have been many outings to similar far off destinations, with much fun had all. Fun I am sure that was nearly as potent as that had in the first ever GB-Minicon, minus of course, the evil hangover dwarves. In a shorter amount of time than it is until election day, there is a similar gathering of people who I read, where hunting of Javelinas shall be undertook, as well as the philosophy of Giant Puffies. And, much as I would seriously enjoy a trip to hunt said Javelina’s, it has just been expressed to me in no uncertain terms that I shall be arriving in Houston, TX., shortly followed by Redmond, WA., that week to complete site survey’s on each of Sym’s classrooms there. Sadly, I will not be able to blow out all of your eardrums with my flat-as-a-pancake voice. Nor, will I be able to make the strangest comments about how similar all of the people’s attire is. And thankfully, actually quite joyfully, I shall not be visited by the evil hangover-dwarves. I suspect however, that in the company of Javelina Hunters, the hangover dwarves would have their evil anvils and hammers muffled by Giant Puffies. Please enjoy a Puffie-tini on me. :) Also.. while enjoying said Puffie-tini… please wish with all your heart and soul for me to have the Porn Moment.