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So this year was my first experience with Comic Con. In case you don't know, it started out as a comic book convention, and now it's kind of a smorgasbord of all things pop culture. It's movies and comic books and zombies and parties and video games and a whole lotta nerds. It's almost like the ultimate singles convention, except the male to female ratio is way outta whack. And there is a whole contingent of man boobs (or "moobies") in attendance. I've never gone because it just isn't my kind of crowd, but this year it seems like a place I want to check out. So I did.

Last night I went to a party that had something to do with a video game, but to be honest, once I found out that there was no free alcohol, I didn't give a fuck about their stupid game. Everyone knows that a hosted bar is the best way to get fans. Granted, the gamers don't have a very high tolerance, but fuck them. What about MY needs? I'm DEFINITELY not going to buy their game now. Still, I did see some 'stars'. I saw some guy that people recognize but no one knows. The guy who is affectionately known as "the cop from Superbad". I also saw LL Cool J. I'm a little disappointed that of all of them, he is the only one that I didn't manage to get a picture of. But trust me, he's hot. Then Danny DeVito and Corey Feldman. Say what you will, but it was a great night of B-list sightings.

Today I went back, and while there were no names in my midst, it was still interesting and fun. However, I just found out that I have become spoiled. I have become used to being on the inside of the velvet rope, and at this thing I got nothin. This is totally unacceptable. I don't like it at all. I am going to do all I can to make sure that this doesn't happen again next year. Just sayin.

Anyway, I leave for New York on Tuesday, and in terms of work, I can't leave soon enough. I came really close to strangling my boss last week, and as it turns out, I wasn't the only one. He must be menopausal or something. I'm really looking forward to being in a new environment for a while and being around different people. Things here get really crazy sometimes. In a way that I can't even describe. If I tried, it would just come out like a giant pile of ridiculousness. The same kind of ridiculousness that I always seem to be engaged in. But just know that my life seems to be moving faster than I can grab onto it. And I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.