Friendly Reminder: I’m still
capable of being just as trashy as you remember from back when I gave sex advice for a non-living. holding some kind of mysterious appeal over everyone who likes boobs and questionable grammar. refusing to do porn even though I really could use the money. toiling away at this business they call blog.
If any of you met me for the first time at Dragon*Con, tell all your friends that I’m skinny and that my laughter is melodic and infectious. We’ll keep the truth to ourselves (I bray like a donkey at fart jokes and well-timed Star Wars references and naughty puppets) and maintain the beautiful illusion that I just now laid out for you in a very specific, easy to memorize set of pronouncements. Remember: SKINNY with a giggle that makes the angels sing. And if you could put in a good word about my comedic stylings (my oft neglected blog and the Tumblr account that is clearly an attempt at self sabotage) that would be real swell. Real swell.
Now here’s me at Dragon*Con getting my picture taken with what must have been the hands down winner of the weekend’s Walking Tasteless And Yet Somehow Still Absolutely Fucking Hilarious Joke Award. I hear the folks on Reddit responded positively except for a couple of humorless killjoys and before you get all indignant, my grandfather thought this picture was funny as hell and he’s 71 so shut up and mind your goddamn elders.
And here’s Lady DeadPool (you can tell by the boobs) and Scarecrow having a Marvel/DC cuddle break because Dragon*Con might as well be called Take Your Pedometer To The Motherfucking Limit Weekend. Get it? Because you walk a lot? Because Dragon*Con encompasses like 12 hotels and a 30 block radius now? Yeah.
And here’s Professor Utonium proving that good cosplay isn’t all about purple wigs and big-ass swords and corsets that make your boobs nuzzle up to your chin like they’re trying to make a break for it. THE MORE YOU KNOW!
Now get back to work. Next year’s tickets aren’t going to pay for themselves and WE ARE SO STAYING AT A HOST HOTEL NEXT YEAR because the Downtown Marriot thinks that 77 is an acceptable in-room temperature. I WILL CUT A BITCH FOR A ROOM AT THE WESTIN, I REALLY WILL.
It was lovely seeing everyone, but it’s good to be home.