The entire set is here. I hope your visual bookmarking skills are strong.
This year’s set is halfway done.
The other days are pending.
And by willingly I mean I set the clock, go to bed, the alarm goes off and I actually wake up and get going.
What lies above is the mock up for the current splash screen(That also includes twitter updates. Last time for that gimmick. I promise). It represents, possibly, the last D*Con I’ll see for a while. That’s if plans go forward as I like.
I hear there’s a game on that’s kind of a big deal. So this year the jocks will roam the streets with the geeks. It’ll be like high school all over again. Only this time, the freaks & geeks are heavily armed with dull blades and years of pent up aggressions. Should be interesting to see.
Heh.
As with last year, there will be tweets. In addition with last year there will also be Twitpics and maybe even Flickrs. All these things depend on wireless connectivity and willingness to upload.
Come, come. Please attend. The fantasy/sci-fi and gaming geeks come out tonight…and for the next 3 nights/4days.
It’s been a while since there’s been a Bit worth posting. It was worth the wait. The following from Patton Oswalt’s speech to his old high school last June.
And then this banker – clean-shaven, grey suit and vest – you’d never look twice at him on the street – he told me about The Five Environments.
He leans forward, near the end of the dinner, and he says to me, “There are Five Environments you can live in on this planet. There’s The City. The Desert. The Mountains. The Plains. And The Beach.
You can live in combinations of them. Maybe a city in the desert, or in the mountains by the ocean. Or you could choose just one. Out in the plains somewhere, perhaps.
“But you need to get out there and travel, and figure out where you thrive.
“Some places you’ll go to and you’ll feel yourself wither. Your brain will fog up, your body won’t respond to your thoughts and desires, and you’ll feel sad and angry.
“You need to find out which of the Five Environments are yours. If you belong by the ocean, then the mountains will ruin you. If you’re suited for the blue solitude of the plains, then the city will be a tight, roaring prison cell that’ll eat you alive.
Read the whole of it on Oswalt’s site.
You won’t be sorry.
Any one who knows me, in real life or the Internets, knows that I dig comics. So when the Face Your Manga meme swept through Twitter, Friend Feed, Flickr and other social thingambobs it’s obvious that I’d take to that like a duck stuck in a rip in the fabric of space.
Along comes Stop the Manga wet blanket at the ready. Some people devoted their time to create a manga site that advocates stopping the use of Facing Your Manga. Let your head percolate on that for a second. I mentaly filed the site in my overflowing mental cabinet of sites found on the Internets as Your Mileage May Vary.
Then I noticed they’re collecting strikes against the “Worst Offenders.” Then I see I’ve got 2 against me!
Only 2 measly strikes against me? What the F?
If I’m going to be “reported,” I want all the points. Strikes. Whatever. I’m following the lead of the D-List master’s and whoring myself unabashedly. Simply put: I must top the list of offenders.
I want to STM to be Scobleized by the weight of Groonkly Strikes. Two piddly offenses? That dog won’t hunt. I’m asking you, people of the Internets to make this happen. Make me offensive.
Go ahead. Report me.
I dare you.
I feel like drowning in a sea of 80s bubble gum sentiments, a malaise of selfish intentions, and great quantities of vodka.
I settled for Real Genius…
..and my last few bottles of Fosters.
I love watching artists work. It’s like quantifiable magic. It’s magic cause drawing is something I just cannot do.
Just learned of Ben Bishop’s first book, Nathan the Caveman, via a short review on Pulp Secret.
I saw Lisa Loeb.
I saw her in glorious color. But since my camera isn’t set up for long distance shots (also my skills have waned a bit) *you* get to see her in it-makes-crappy-color-photos-look-better Black and White.
See how that works?
If I’m not found peering up from an empty pint of the cheapest beer in this land by 9:30 PM CDT, I’ve gotten too old for This World and should be shoved onto the nearest canoe and pushed into the deep blue sea.
The beer peering, of course, will be after I drinks enough shots to fell a moderate sized elephant.
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