I love that the usual downtown street musicians are playing super hero theme songs.
Wow, the morning came early. This will be an interesting panel…
So I’m on the “crafting the love scene” panel. because I speak of the pompatus of love.
“I write my sex scenes like I do my fight scenes.” * “You’re married, aren’t you?”
“That’s not a costume. That’s a cry for help.”
Ha! There’s a booth here for “gamer’s soap”. Oddly enough, there’s no line there. KEEP HOPE ALIVE!
and then i stabbed @antonstrout with a pen …
Nerds gone wild!
Dear Spartan, no one from 300 had man boobs. MOOBS! #genconfail
It is too early in the morning for larping…
The Ram Brewery knows its market: I’m eating the “Dire Troll Bomber”. (although … Cthuhlu Tar Tar …)
“I speak Klingon.” * “By strange coincidence, I’m fluent in douchbaggery.”
My chick bad, my chick hood (@supersjbroaddus) … though my chick loses hood points for making the boys costumes for gencon
Spending my time photobombing this dude in the Jack Sparrow costume
Day 3 of the Magic tournament. I refuse to enter the room because I know none of them have been by the gamer soap booth.
It’s too bad my kids want little things like a college education, because GeekChic would have a lot of my money right now.
Apparently 1K of the 60K of my fellow nerds have decided to crop-dust the Apex Books table because of my gamer soap jokes…
Hmm…the Apex Books minions get younger & younger. And the dress code is now out of Super Mario Brothers…
Dear TGIFridays, no one in the Caribbean eats anything called “reggae ribs.” You might as well serve it with “rasta pasta”.
Seriously, I’m networking. Don’t ask me to explain the women dancing in cages behind me. I blame @apexjason.
“What kind of girl says ‘! know he has french fries on his head, but he’s hot.’” #InDenialOfLivingInHisMomsBasement
“Pompatus of love”??
Hmm, I rather like the idea of “reggae ribs”! AND “rasta pasta”, ha ha! Sounds like tasty if inauthentic novelty party food.. Which reminds me, I must go to one or two of these delightful cons one day! In America of course: I bet the ones in GB are borin’ by comparison. (Brits don’t know how to have fun. That’s why hordes of them are getting drunk all over the place: these days, anyway. One little piece of national “disloyalty” I shall permit myself!)
I have to see America at least one time, as they say, before I die.
So d’you speak Klingon do you?! (So does Harry Harrison.) Sby/write something for us, then!
So you don’t speak Klingon?! Y/N? (Do u hate me for saying I might like “rasta pasta”? Sounds very “fusion”, as they say! As long as it has plenty of “flava”.)
My comments about fun still stand; but on reflection I think they need elucidation: this is it: Brits on the whole have a great sense of humour; but most on the whole have no idea how to have fun at parties. (Let’s make a demi-exception for Northern Brits.) But the rest who aren’t pagan and are too self-conscious to dress up would have no idea how to have fun at a US-style convention (see – this is the real reason I envy you – your social life!) And they would just stand around finding sth to be miserable about. In UK that is. In the US they might think it justified to do as the Romans and start copying Americans. Here you can lead the way!
I can even think of a suitable pasta recipe! Tricoloured, in the colours of the African flag; red, green, black. (That’s it, isn’t it? White boy at VI form used to wear it.) Sprinklin’ of ganja on de side.. (He’s gonna censor me!)
Or, don’t those rasta colours have some yellow in there as well? Sure I remember yellow.. That would make a quadricolore – pasta, uniform, whatever.
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