The Tory Party

Inappropriate Life Insurance Metaphor

Spotted in the Reuters ad column:

If your death is a magical fantasy for your family, you have more problems than life insurance.

Drunk Drawing: Dungeons and Dragons/Munchkin Edition

These are from a couple of game nights. First is D&D:

OK, this has nothing to do with anything

No, DO NOT touch the giant helm

With +1 resist seasickness!

We have a shifter shaman in our party with a Dire Hedgehog, who’s always up front with me, the tank

The shaman thought this represented him better

Do not send a shifter shaman to search the mausoleum

All the females in our party are over six feet tall. And HAWT.

OK, now Munchkin night:

I had some sweet leather armor ’til SOMEBODY changed my sex

With special guest mocking by a Sara ninja

PLEASE DO NOT PET THE EGO

Then I got real bored cos I was a dude and losing and this happened

Man, I love game night.

JUJU Cereal Bar

In the vein of Yogurtland, here is another restaurant that is a buffet of a specific food:

Like Yogurtland, you can travel the path of light (Cheerios and fruit) or the path of darkness (Cocoa Crispies, chocolate chips and FROSTING?!)

Eeeeeeeeee!

ComicCon 2009 Timeline: Friday

OMG Deadpool!

FRIDAY

7:30 AM – Picked up by Drew (Random_Tangent). Have never left apartment so early.

8:30 AM – Board Amtrak to San Diego. No security, no metal detectors, no problem walking around whenever you want. Develop monster crush on trains.

10:00 AM – Drew gets cheese, fruit, Stone IPA from cafe car. Drew develops monster crush on trains.

10:15 AM – With eeePC and headphones, start watching “Harry Potter: Chamber of Secrets” Rifftrax. Realize people passing by will think we are watching it sincerely and believe we are nerds. Then remember we are nerds.

11:30 – Disembark in San Diego. Hop a cab to the Sheraton at Symphony Hall. Discover 1) hotel is madd nice, 2) a room is ready, 3) hotel is on a shuttle line to the convention center. Win fifty times.

Noon – Walk out of hotel room in costume but without confirmation printouts. Still — better that we both forgot at the same time so as to share the shame.

Waiting for the bus

12:30 – At convention center, before even getting off the bus, spot Dichen Lachman. Repress urge to shout “WOOT!” at her.

12:31 – Step off bus. Get picture taken, due to being in costume. This will happen a lot.

12:40 – Pick up badges. Staff tolerant, despite our not knowing what the heck we’re doing. This will also happen a lot.

1:00 PM – Arrive in exhibitors’ hall. Become completely overstimulated.

1:30 PM – Stop by to harass Cat Staggs, artist and illustrator who was just inducted into the 501st due to general badassery. She gives us some art books for free. We don’t deserve it.

4:00 PM – Rock on over to the Marriott to give blood. Despite many other madly fun shenanigans, this still favorite part of trip.

6:30 PM – Drink a bunch of fluids after giving blood.

7:30 PM – Attend Totally Rad Show panel.

8:30 PM – Cannot retain bunch of fluids any longer. Totally Rad Show panel still ongoing. Try to leave discreetly during segment break. Cannot, due to being dressed as Supergirl. Fortunately TRS guys are amused.

10:00 PM – Retire to hotel to change. Due to wearing 4 non-breathable layers in San Diego all day, Drew has salt waves.

O NO SALT WAVES!

Order some room service because we sorta forgot to eat since the train. EWPS.

10:30 PM – Head out to TRS after-party at Tivoli. Espy Felicia Day, Sandeep Parikh. Refrain from shouting “WOOT!” at them. JUST BARELY.

Sidebar: It must be strange to be famous, and have your famous face with you everywhere you go, even to Ralph’s to get some cheese slices, with some people coming up to you but even more standing on the fringes just barely stifling the urge to shout “WOOT.” I’m sure it is fun for a while but eventually it’s gotta be like “DAG JUST LET A BROTHER GET SOME CHEESE SLICES.”

Anywee.

Meet up with Tiki Bar TV community friends and trade costume stories. Comedy. Gold.

Midnight – Roll back to the hotel. Stop by 7-11 to get snax0rs — O California I love the way your 7-11s have protein bars — and collapse in little piles for serious serious sleeping.

AND THAT WAS JUST FRIDAY.

Comic-Con 2009: Nerd Baptism

Details to come as soon as I get home and do some serious serious uploading. Until then, be aware that this totally happened:

I know not who Power Girl was — only that I all but tackled her at the top of the escalator in order to get my picture with her.

As you can tell from my poo-eating grin, I had a pretty frippin’ good time.