I didn't know Mr. jerusalem liked red hair so much...

Oh yeah, its me again...

Heaven is pissing down punishment on Filthadelphia like we desrve it. And I know at least I do.

I wrote this stupid poem today, about the fall, and it rhymed and it was sweet. About cider and pumpkins and corn mazes and all this shite that gives me the pretense of the season and how nice its going to be. and then I hear "one headlight" and want to kill myself. But to avoid this I"m downloading either really sappy (CROWDED HOUSE) or really cheesy (MAROON 5) songs on NAPSTER. I just found PRIMITIVE RADIO GODS...oh my god. I am in lurve with 90's radio. Its sad. Its sad when the music you grew up on does nothing but makes you really really depressed.

I actually just googled "suicide" on images and put up a painting of this red hair guy who doesn't look like he committed suicide, but its close enough for me.

JD is on the computer until about 20 mins ago; I decide to get online after playing KATAMARI...and now he gets off the computer. I fucking hate my life sometimes. He was taking a shower too...prolly missed my chance.

DOES IT MAKE ANY SENSE? I wish I was dead but have that insane urge to get laid right before it happens...
aversion/attraction/aversion/attraction. I'm even averted/attracted to myself. And this Saturday its time to put on a happy face, and go shopping in NYC, meet Frankie, whom I'm really excited about, and just hope I can hold it together.

I think Warren Ellis hates me...I don't even have an interest in conventions and I just feel like Andy forgets about me unless I'm standing right in front of him. WHY DO I CARE? you may ask, the few of you reading this. Its simple: i invest so much of myself so quickly in people. i dig the attention and I want to make the other person have alot of attention too. This doesn't happen; my rejection is felt even though its not rejection inn the first place; we drift apart; the cycle begins again.

Haven't played my synth. Have just been listening to music and watching films and doing all these tune my brain out activities. And I'm about to do some more.

Self Importance: a 2 part phrase equivalent to some little whiny brat screaming through a flush of tears:
LOVE ME DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!

This is the first collage I'm using to make the "TRANSMET" tables I want to decorate. Just IKEA tables, some modge podge and some images. (warren and ellis, not for sale, my own use) :)

That's me dancing @ Darby's wedding in like 2002 or something...insanity.

9.25.04 The Line of Sight

Twenty minutes...
she sighs the sigh of the weak and
weary from the many pills,
too much smoke and
general debauchery from the
late night bars (but then, they're
all late night...aren't they?)

A manicured hand grabs a glass of
chardonnay lik the grip of lover's lost
and reunited.
And stares across the empty divide between
her and her dread.

She would deny it--but the glassiness over
her eyes was not the sign of burnout
but fear.
A fear so deep it overtakes the
alcohol pusling through her
and challenges it (with a growl):

"DAMN YOU FOR TRYING TO NUMB THIS PAIN. FOR EVERYDAY YOU DESERVE IT."

A grip of the glass
and a glance to the left
reveals a lamp of yellow glow...

"uzumaki" she hears in her head
and she smiles to herself at a memory past.

For a second the hear loosens it
noose and allows a fresh breath of air.

The wise men say that sometimes,
even the most confident man will wake up and say,
"I wish I was dead."

She downed the last of her wine in one quick start
and whispered to herself,
"I wish I was alive."

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My name is Buck...and I've come here to Fuck.


JD's birthday prezzie in all its glory. I need an outfit for the photo shoot...
So yeah...we went to BJ's and got a shite load of goodies, which really just means we have food in the house again. i think I'm gonna take a nap. I dropped offJ-Z really early this morning to her car @ ze mall. She came to the goth club with me, and offered some help because she is the coolest gal ever. She's not called J to the Rizzock for nothing.

Work was sucky and slow...but I got a ton of knee socks and a cheshire cat throw and we're supposed to do all kinds of rearranging in the basement today but I'm so dead.

I haven't washed my hair in like a week. Me and LX had another email fights. I love him to death. :) I've gotta wrap his birthday prezzie. The one he got me, KATAMARI DAMACY is my new best friend.

I wrote a new poem yesterday. Must edit today. I'm always reviewing the new REM. My parents are going to my uncle's funeral and I need to get a mass card. I have to talk to Donna about that tomorrow.

I felt like i wrote all this before. Deja Vu.
~rest, kittlings, rest~

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If I wasn’t why would they call me SPITFIRE?

THE PRODIGY—review up this weekend—read it and go get the album b/c its damn worth the wait.

I’m ok today. I was just freaking about my uncle for a couple reasons yesterday:
1—he’s my uncle, my favorite uncle. He used to be the coolest guy when we visited his house when I was little.
2—First my sis called, then my mom called and no one could get ahold of my dad and I just felt like I couldn’t distance myself from it.
3—Earlier that day, my mom called me to tell me that Aunt Mary, despite my uncle’s illness, had sent me a birthday card. And I couldn’t even take the time to send a “I’m thinking of you card” when I found out he was terminal. I’m a bitch.
4—First Bock almost died, then Mema died, then Patrick F. died, and I’m so scared. I’m not made for this world. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.

Anyway, I need to get a sympathy card and I need to talk to my dad at some point this weekend to see how he’s doing. I would call Aunt Mary but I’m afraid. So afraid.

Plans for the weekend:
*Tonight:* We’re cabbing it home, JD’s taking a quick shower, I’m drinking some rum and changing into my “MARY IS MY HOMEGIRL” shirt then we’re driving the RIVER DECK for LX”s unofficial b-day party. After that we’re going to IKEA to get my new television stand and chair for my “screening room” read: the other side of the basement from XADE’s ghetto practice space. We’re gonna look at kitchen tables too. With my raise and my retro and my sick pay, I want to get us a kitchen table. Maybe watch DAWN OF THE DEAD later
*Tomorrow:* Head to KOP early to get LX’s b-day prezzie and use up my HOT TOPIC card. Work from 4-10 followed by drinks with either the Yakuza or the SKC.
*Sunday:* NOTHING…maybe review a movie or album

In other news:
I love napster
I love MST3K and want more!
I book me and Dane’s NYC trip tomorrow
I finally sent in my shite to get my driver’s license reinstated
I have been wearing the “ZERO” wristband that J-Z gave me all week long. I love it. She got me dammit!

10 minutes left and my tummy is growling at me. I want to call my dad now but I know I”ll start crying.
*rage~kittlings~rage*

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My uncle John died around 6 tonight.

I haven't seen him since I was about 15 or 16, but he was my favorite.

We can't get ahold of my dad b/c his cell his dead but with him and Aunt Mary's connection, I bet he already knows.

That's it.

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Play MST-ie For Me!

In the not too distant future
Next Sunday AD
There was a guy named Joel,
Not to different from you and me.

He worked for GIZMONICS INSTITUTE
Just another guy in a red jumpsuit
He did a good job cleaning up the place
But his bosses didn’t like him so they shot him into space

“we’ll send him cheesy movies,
the worst we can find”
He’ll have to sit and watch them
On a monitor that’s mine.

Now keep in mind that Joel can’t control
When a movie begins or ends
Because he used those special parts
To build his robot friends…
ROBOT ROLL CALL!
Cambot
Gypsy
Tom Servo
Croooooooow!

You may be wondering how Joel eats and sleeps
and other science facts
but repeat to yourself "its just a show,
I should really just relax."

On The Mystery Science Theater 3000!!!!!
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The is the way the world ends...not with a bang, but a whimper.

I hate having TS ELIOT as my title, but it really applies to right now. They are done. My first proper music reviews. With pictures with funny captions and all kinds of knowledge and opinions mixed craftily together. And JD has so much other stuff to put up that it just go lost in the shuffle. Oh well.

I got my fucking HONZO sword...I lurve it. I've been playing with it a little but I can't swing it around too much. I would take pictures right now but I dont have much time before Alan Halsey gets here and we go watch JU-ON THE GRUDGE w/o J-Z, as she had to work a double shift. :sigh: It woulda been fun...not that its not going to be. I'm afraid I'm going to cry. I have been NOT watching any of the series on purpose just to forget as much as I can. I'm so glad Alan is so psyched to see it. I hope he likes it! JD liked it--but not the way I worship it.

Alan just got here. I be off now. Aiiii?

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the WRETCHED make no amends, but push on further to defend...

So most of the crap from this weekend and last week has subsided. Yesterday I got back my phone which was a relief...had dinner and started writing my review for THE PRODIGY's latest album. When I got home I created the most ghetto-looking practice space (with a keyboard stand that consists of a tote with a long comic box on top of it, then the JUNO) and just rearranged a bit for my "screening room."

My writing has multiplied and since this week I'm not crying at my desk...maybe I will go off ZOLOFT and say fuck it? I know you're not supposed to stop cold turkey but after that week of withdrawl I've been writing like a fiend and the best part is--I KNOW MY SHITE! I know enough about THE PRODIGY that I was able to write every part of that goddamned article minus the actual song reviews. That, kittlings, is nice.

Tonight I'm staying in, making RAMEN noodles, finished my FRANZ review and drafting some more of THE PRODIGY so that by Friday JD will have something to put up if he needs to. I MAY walk over to TLA and get some Asian horror although I'm all alone in the house b/c even Fathead Jones is at the B-More video show, so I'll prolly cry and not be able to sleep. But that might be fun! Tomorrow we're going to see JU-ON THE GRUDGE (J Rock and Kurt and I), I am gonna stay awake this time!!!! I can't wait b/c its 3 people that really love the genre and the film. I can't wait to hear the audience's reaction.

Still no practice with XADE. We're all too busy right now. I have planned my Boston trip for the most part. Daddy was able to score me 2 nights @ the Hampton Inn in ze city; the other 3 I'll be going to a hostel right by HARVARD SQUARE. J Rock hasn't answered me about it yet--but I hope she can make it up. We'll have such a riot.

I got my review and raise and it was enough to keep me around here for a while longer. Although I have to take down every picture/toy/etc that is not pertaining to work besides family pics (which for me is my 2 cats, JD, Iron Belly Shelly, and a small pic of JUDE...hehehe). I will keep my "eye on the prize" and just try not to have this place demoralize me...its a means to an end. And end of great writing and wealth and success. I hope.

LX just made me a cool lil skull guy to put on my computer--at least one semblance of non-conformity remains! Val is interviewing with Dennis on Wed. Good luck to her! I haven't talked to JD and that sucks. But the time apart is sometimes welcome. It helps me not want to kill him and I"m sure vice versa.

This weekend looks promising--i need to save money as me and Dane are going to NYC for a day shopping trip the first weekend in Oct. We're getting the bus tickets on Friday. I can't wait to get new purses...but I also want to spruce up my work wardrobe as the dress code is becoming stricter and I guess my PUMA track jacket just ain't the thing to wear to work. DAMMIT!!!

I'm genuinely happy right now. Its a nice feeling.

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This Baby's Got a Temper...

So finally a new PRODIGY album...I was just thinking about how easy it would be for me to review movies/music if I could get the hook up with a good site to pirate that shite.

But I'll try to go the legal way first. I just got a German version of "tell her tonight" from FRANZ as part of my review for them. I started it but lost my train of thought and decided to wait till later.

tomorrow JD leaves for B-more for a "video show", read: porn convention. He's hoping to score me some screeners and him being gone for 2 days means Monday I'm me and LX are getting together to play and Tuesday I'm going to see JU-ON THE GRUDGE and not fall asleep and lose my cell phone like I did on Friday night.

I missed J-Z's wedding too...I suck. Lou got lost and missed it too. 2 people that care about her more than most and we miss her fucking wedding day. Awesome-o says lame. I'll make it up to them with Asian weaponry.

I feel about a million times better on the weekend...talked to my dad about Boston and he can get me 3 nights @ a hotel in the heart of the city, so I'd just have to stay at a hostel for 2 nights. That's hella cool. I can't wait and I sent away for a free travel guide today.

I have been writing a ton but nothing of the journalistic nature on this BLOG thang. I have a LIVING DEAD DOLL (lust) that I love and carry her around like a dolly. J Rock gave me a "Zero" wristband last night, maybe b/c she was drunk but I think its so I'll start collecting one more thing.

Me and Dane are planning a NYC shopping trip the first weekend of October. Sweet! I'm going to buy cheap knock-off handbags.

The feedback so far for Stuart's interview has been good, I was happy with it. But I think my reviews are going to be the stuff that I will enjoy the most writing. I pulled out my college film writing/curriculum books just to brush up on some things. I need something to keep me as far away from the hell that is my job.

That's about it. I'm gonna watch some MST3K and veg.
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***My new Bio for the site...Still drafting~ ***

Mary E. Brickthrower (Geeky Cheek with Allergies and text messaging addiction)
Aliases:
1. Manchester Mary, Scourge of the Seven Seas (captain of the Beloved Sidney and the Skull Kill Crew, as well as consumer of the finest Pirate Rum)
2. Ko Mesume Akuma (Yakuza Business Goth with a penchant for Honzo swords and dark lipstick)
3. Corinne Carlington (Welsh International Jewel Thief that ran from time to time with the jet-setting gang which included Natasha Black and led by one Sebastian Goodwill)

So kittlings, you may ask, how does one become a Brickthrower such as myself?
I was born in the mean streets of Chicago but only remained there for 7 months before the 'rents moved the Brickthrower franchise to the West Coast, Cali to be exact. In SoCal my little sister Shacky was born, only to create a rivalry that would last 22 years and countless hair pulling/dying. I loved Cali for our proximity to the Happiest Place on Earth, DISNEYLAND (not "WORLD" bitches! I reprazent the old school up in here). Ze young Brickthrower was dubbed Mrs. Mary E Mouse because I was a furry at a young age but seem to have grown out of it.
Anyway, 4 years later we packed up and moved to Kentucky for 9 months, the least amount of time we've spent in one place ever. I remember Kentucky for the horses we had (Leo and Cleo) and He-man and She-ra.
Next came Reno, Nevada. Now that is Sin City kittlings. I was there from 1st to 6th grade. I made friends, foes, BFF's and wrote naughty songs that got me 5 days detention. I also started writing poems (that rhymed like they're supposed to) at age 5. I haven't stopped since.
Plantation, Florida--7th through the the middle of 8th--moved there one week before HURRICANE ANDREW. Twas a sign from the gods. Worst experience of my life. I was the most unpopular and tortured that I've ever been.
PA and good ole FILTHADELPHIA--I went to high school and college here. I hated Philly till I moved here. I had my first love here and my first speeding ticket (and subsequent countless others that I can't pin down the exact amount). I went from grunge to Business Goth in 6 years flat. Furthered my writing style, graduated college (the first of my parent's 7 kids total), met one JD and the rest, they say, is history.
What I'm listening to right now: DEFTONES--4th album self-titled
What I'm reading right now: mostly comix that I'm behind in
What I'm drinking right now: Jameson and Coke
What I'm wearing right now: Puma asymmetrical jacket, Paul Frank chainsaw tee, board shorts and Calvin Klein skivvies!
What I'm watching right now: Asian Cult Cinema and review copies of recent stuff.
Look at my other self-indulgent stuff like my blog and photo album. Visit my message boards. Email me if you like Star Wars or J Horror. Oh yes, and Rage~kittlings~Rage!
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If I could start again...a million miles away.

I am almost a week w/o ZOLOFT and officially peaking in my madness.

If you see me crying, just look the other way. Its a waste of time to care.
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Yeah, I donate money to keep Warren's blogger site on the up and up...and I like it.

If my secret boyfriend JUDE LAW did not die at the end of COLD MOUNTAIN, it would be a sappy romance and I would probably hate it. <===words of wisdom J Rock, words of wisdom.
Of course, LEO dies @ the end of TITANIC and that didn't save it from me despising it.

So what is the formula?
Is it because I am obsessed with a british actor (it always helps if they're brits/scots/aussies/european) whom, because I've read so much about, I think that I know?
Is it because I'm only a few days off ZOLOFT so I'm crashing worse than if I was one the rag.

I am able to justify spending $72 dollars on an asymmetrical PUMA jumper, but can't rationalize getting my teeth looked at even though the back one is the home of an ever-growing hole.

This is where it all starts to make sense. I ask and plead and beg for my JD to compromise with me...and yet I'm a walking contradiction that can't compromise my own duality. I'm TWO FACE without the ugly side. (see, the vanity never ends kittlings)

There, my friends, lies the rub.

Oi! I'm in MIKE OEMING's latest short film from the B-More con: www.mike-oeming.com
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The Valedictorian Whore (9.13.04)

You think you are getting somewhere.
Believe...with all your naive heart that THIS is it.

Sadie believed in smiles and handshakes and that she
would be told if she was wasting her time.
Sadie walked a mile in a man's shoes and decided
she liked high heels better...to succumb to the charms of being
female was as easy as the men that would succumb
to her.

She thought she was going somewhere.
Believed it...with every fiber,
every bat of the eyelash,
every love letter written and
every flirtation thrown her way.

Silly Sadie, you're playing with the Big Boys now
and you are as disposable as the next pretty girl
with freshly manicured nails.

THIS is not it! Sadie, do us all a favor now
and pack up your skirts and lipsticks.
And take off that silly hat!

You are going nowhere fast young woman--
not until you realize how much life you just
wasted.
The charms are only as good as your next suitor...
and its been days since they've even uttered your name.

Your life is only as good as the top of the pyramid...
and you've only ever been somewhere in the middle.
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Living in a blackened hole...they think the weather's better.

The facts:
1--I'm a drama queen
2--I'm depressed
3--I'm addicted

I have decided this morning to question my whole existence and life goals. And I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm not good at what I want to be and I have been wasting my time trying to accomplish something that I'm not going to be able to do in a impressive way. As a writer, I'm feeling like an absolute hack right now. I don't want to finish the Stuart interview for the simple fact that I don't want any more of my skewed and tainted narration on anything.

So in the end I see myself here, stuck in this job for the rest of my life.
I have serious doubts about attending any more cons in the capacity that I used to. I don't think that its getting me anywhere.

I think I should focus on travelling and maybe trying to find a job in Vancouver or the UK. And run away from all of this. Because I am in such a hardcore state of despair and self-loathing that I don't want anyone to see me right now.
I really really really wish i could go home right now as crying at your desk in work doesn't seem like a good idea.

Oh yes, its that time of year again.
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PLEASE! Bury me with it!

The SKULL KILL CREW is readying THE BELOVED SIDNEY for our voyage to the shores of B-More, estimated time of arrival set @ 8:30pm. The plan is to call M! and Marc and have them swing by first before we head over to ESPN ZONE, sports bar yes, but easy to get to and readily accessible to all parties involved. Drinking, debauchery and rum will ensue! I think everyone @ this godforsaken job, not to mention Keg to Da Leg, is ready for some vacation and inebriation.

This con is my first that requires NO WORK from me. Of course I’ll be working it like a Red Light District Ho, trying to make some new contacts and further establishing the ones I”ve already made. CHAYKIN is in my sights munny-penny, and is my main objective this weekend. I just read BLACK KISS last night and although I wouldn’t call it MY FAVORITEST comic ever…I would say that it was beyond naughty and evil but that’s what made it good.

My NYC Pal Frank’s birthday is this weekend so HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETNESS!!!!!!!!!!!! DRINK LOTS OF RUM FOR ME!!!!!!!!! I’ll be doing the same for you.

J to the RIZZY is getting married on the 18th so congrats to the (p)IRATE ONE as well!!!!!!!! J I’m not far behind ye in that department.

I have more birthday pictures but I’ve been working like a mutha to prepare the Stuart interview that didn’t go up (a couple factors led to this) but I hope to play catch up in the coming weeks as we have no cons planned until mid-November. My review and my vacation are coming up soon and I can’t wait. Any time spent away from Hell, I mean work, is GOOD TIME.

Shacky moved back home—no DISNEYWORLD in October, and I just got my nails done. That is all.
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I say...take me out!

Christ! I hate alot of things right now:
1: My computer screen. Its too small
2: My job. Its like pulling out teeth in slow motion
3: My hands. They won't quit shaking. How am I 24 with crack hands?


But Mr. ellis sent me birthday greetings. So that makes me happy.
And I finally finshed transcribing my newest interview. Sometimes its the little things.

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Ze Brickthrower turns 24...and JD turns evil...:insert maniacal laugh here:
What follows are pictures of the insanity of Dave and Busters...there are more...but only for the people that know where my online picture album is...and the password.
:maniacal laugh times 2:
I hate my job even more today than I did on Friday. We had 24 bookings when I got there and 19 that I printed out before I left. And Jeemy wonders why I want outta there. I have to call him tomorrow so we can discuss me. Because in the end...isn't that what its all about? <===yes, that is supposed to be conceited.
Tonight, I play the synth.
FRANZ FERDINAND is rokken my socks off.
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M!ike Oeming and Z!e Brickthrower!

Me and Rae

Oh yeah...we're hot. ;-)

Fuck Yeah....its my birthday bitches!

Yummy balls!!!

Today I am 24 years old...

I wasn't made strong enough for this world...case in point, without modern science and medicine, my thyroid would remain underactive and I would become immobile and mentally slow.

I would also be pretty blind.

Happy Birthday to Me. Ever the ray of sunshine.

I got cool swag though including a scarf that Val made for me which rocks my world.
And some still yet to come...

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Ramon gets excited while the audience gets intrigued
A story for the fan boyz...by Attila Adorjany, Mary E, Ramon Perez, Derek Halliday, Rob Coughler and Chris Butcher...8.29.04
*****
It was nearing the end of the con. Randall was poor, tired and alone. A backpack full of goodies and a pocket full of Canadian change weighed him down. Suddenly, a costumed girl, dressed like a big black cat, took of her giant mask and said:
"Hi, what's your name?"
"Randall" he said shyly, suddenly self aware that he might have B.O. and that she was a girl. He smiled awkwardly. She smiled back with a knowing look. 'Poor, harmless, geek boy' she thought to herself...'you're in for the ride of your life!'
"Hi Randall," she said out loud "can you help me I need you to take off your pants."
Randall broke out into a cold sweat, a girl was talking to him and wanted him to take off his pants! A girl here and now in a public place. The moment lasted an eternity, what should he do? His hands reached down for his belt buckle as rivulets of sweat began to form on his brow. He pulled the buckle aside, grabbed the leather belt and prepared to drop trow...
'This...is totally a good idea.' he thought. 'There is nothing that could possibly go wrong at this moment in time right now.'
That's when Patrick Stewart showed up, talking on his cell:
"Are you telling me Michael and Levar were talking shit about me behind my back? This will not stand!" He caught sight of Randall with belt in hand, "Boy what are you doing?"
Randall froze, his ultimate dream was suddenly evolving before his eyes. Not only was Randall about to touch a woman without money changing hangs, but Patrick Stewart, Jean Luc "motherfuckin'" Picard of the Starship Enterprise, would be there to witness and back up the actual event. He would be the hero of his Star Trek L.A.R.P. group. Who cared if he was bumbling and inept with women? If Jean Luc was his Captain, giving directions, he could be nothing less than great! Jean Luc wpuld pull this big pussy cat down over the Captain Canuck table, and Jean would cry:
"Number one...make it so!"
And with that Randall finished, not like man, but with a boxer brief soaking whimper. As he stood there in front of the girl and Jean Luc moist and embarassed he thought to himself 'how could this get any worse?'
Meanwhile, Natasha furrowed her brow. Where could her Kitty-Cat headed lover have gone? 'She better not be bilking fanboys out of their pants again!' she thought. 'we've got more than enough to last us a lifetime! Still, there's something to be said for a shy, chunky, nerd-boy standing in his underwear in front of a girl for the first time. I wonder where she is...?'
That's when all hell broke loose. Screams erupted from Artist Alley. Children were running past Natasha clutching their cheescake sketches to their chest, tripping over their over sized anime costume props. Large men in sweaty Hawaiian shirts trundled past in undulating rows or flab and laboured breaths.
"What the hell is going on?' thought Natasha. Then behing the wave of fanboys came, a threeway of danger comprised of an oversized pussy, a soiled shmuck of shame and an enrage former Starship Captain.
"What happened?" cried Natasha. But the sad truth was only to be found later in her Kitty-Cat headed lover's diary:
some guy spanked off on Patrick Stewart. Jean Luc lost his shit and attacked the little bastard. The kid would have been toast if I hadn't jump in to help his ass out! I was clawing while Randall cried, and Mr. Stewart was red as a beet with rage. We crashed through the RUE MORGUE booth, trashing it completely. Then in a beastly cry of triumph, Jean Luc raised a video monitor above his head, poised to collapse my skull!
"Have at thee cretin!!!" Jean Luc cried!
Randall knew he was done for, but the blow never came. Randall looked up to see Jean Luc in the throes of pain. Suddenly Patrick collapsed to his side, clutching his chest. Randall's world was falling apart...I could tell just by his look.
And it was true...Randall's world was falling apart. 'Dear God, I've done what an entire fleet of BORG could not do...I've killed Jean Luc (with the help of cat girl...)!!!!' Randall cried to the heavens in dismay. "Someone please save him!!!" Suddenly there was Geordi LaForge with signing pen in hand.
"He'll never make if we can't jump start his heart!" Geordi informed them.
"What about those power cables next to the fuse box?" Randall inquired.
"It just might work, but even if it would, how could we ever get them out of the fuse box without the proper tools?" Now Worf was there too...questioning Randall.
A shadow fell across the three figures. It was Peter Mayhew!!! He stepped over them in a great stride and grabbed hold of the cables in his large hands. Straining with all his Wookie strength, growling to all his Kashykk Gods, he wrenched the now sparkling and crackling cords. He jammed the cords hard onto either side of Picard's chest. His body tensed into a rigid arc. A silence fell over the crowd.
And as Picard's eyes regained their sparkle of life, the Con went dark. Seeing life on the other side gave Mr. Stewart a new perspective of life, he apologized for his behaviour. As a gesture of good faith he signed the boys CGC Graded cardset (of course in the presence of a witness for the CGC) and the Kitten Girl's breast. Cradled in the arms of Chewbacca, Jean Luc cried into his cell phone: "Engage." And they transported from the Con.
Sitting alone in the wreckage was Randall thinking back on his day with a bemused smile. And from that day forward wheneer anyone asked him how the con was he simply said, "Fine...except for the fucking blackout!!!"
FIN
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Mary and Alex contemplate...

Ze Brickthrower Returns!!!

Awww...so much to tell...the majority of which is in my con coverage.
http://www.simplyjd.com <===click it.

There is also the unfortunate falling out of chair accident which I'm not putting up on the site. Basically it went down like this: someone, let's call her Mary, was very drunk whilst helping ANDEELEE catalog items. Mary then decided to take a little break and watch some TV. Mary saw something on the floor (her memory is not good enough to remember exactly what this thing was) that struck her interest and proceeded to lean over and reach for it. Whereupon Mary falls over sideways from the chair and lands on her head at such an awkward angle that her neck looked FUCKED UP! David and Mr. Lee ran over to help the clumsy girl but she was ok, having received only a face and knee wound. A face wound that she would have to conceal with a skull cap the next day.

This did not stop Mary from bringing the extra bottle of wine to the show the next day and drinking through the show. Oh yeah, HUNTER S. THOMPSON should've been proud. But only time will tell as I get the feeling that my con coverage is too much different from JD's to get the same amount of hits. Tonight the biggest part of the coverage goes up, SUNDAY, where I did the most picture taking, panel-visiting and overall running around. It mos def made the hangover go away quick.

Alex Avelino was awesome as a host and a friend. His scooter was damn cool I want one so bad now!!! Just for space reasons, going past all kinds of traffic was NICE. I prolly looked like a complete geek riding the back of it but it was fun nonetheless.
Oh the HOTBOX CAFE was heaven. Sitting outside has never been so much fun. I ended up purchasing some supplies @ SHANTI BABA, another cool little shop that Alex showed me.
I didn't get to do the shoe/handbag/vinyl shopping that I wanted to, I did look at DVD's but had seen most of the ones I wanted already. At the show I got my RASPUTIN figure (disappointed about the fact that he doesn't have 2 different colored eyes, but oh well) and a red CHAOS! COMICS LUCIFER mini-bust to go with my black one. Yes, I'm that gay for CHAOS! and yes, I forgot it @ Ramon Perez's studio. Shucks.

I got home and just felt anxious. I saw GOREN and got prescribed a higher dosage of SYNTHROID and got my ZYRTEC refilled while I was at it. I got the first part of con coverage written and still had time to watch INNER SENSES, which was good except for the glossy/cheesy/girly ending like alot of the J-Horror seems to dig. I also got an email from someone in Australia who must've googled JU-ON b/c he just emailed to ask me about the movie and what the synopsis was. Fan mail from Australia cannot be a bad thing.

Oi! And I got my synth...and it rules the fucking school! Its huge and hella 80's--I absolutely LURVE it~XADE is on its way. Which reminds me I need to leave that guy some feedback...
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