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Mmm.... Nerdy. Hey! I'm a happy camper right now! Yep, yep! Cept for my sudden partial deafness, that seems to be getting worse, and my incredibly sore throat, I'm feelin' pretty dang good. Why? Today was a good day, that's why. And I met a midget! We went to The Dallis Comic Convention (YAY NERDS!), in an attempt to meet a long-time favorite actress of mine, from Buffy, Mercedes McNab, aka, Harmony Kendall, Vampire Extraordinaire. I don't care if I spelled that right. And, uh, man, I was surprised to find out that there were actually more people there than just her. Amazing! But anyway, Dad and I went around, getting autographs from the other guests... which included:
Anyway, Warwick was the nicest little guy... and he too, was British. He liked my shirt. I wore my Superhero with no powers or motivation shirt. That was fun stuff, I tell ya. Warwick, The Guy From the Old TV Show, AND Mercedes, not to mention a couple other venders at the place, liked my shirt. It's my Lucky Convention Shirt. Heck yeah. Anyway, I'm happy. I had fun. And I got a Johnny Depp-as-Captain Jack Sparrow poster. Humminah. I likes me some black eyeliner... times 20. And I won something! We went through a table, full of free posters and booklets and stickers (Underworld, Cabin Fever, Dickie Roberts, and others, oh yeah!), and at the end, you entered your name, and... were put in a drawing. Well, in line for Mercedes, they said, "Would (my name here) please report to the something table?" My first thought was, of course, that I had done something horribly naughty, and I was in trouble. But... turns out, I won stuff. Some graphic novel about vampires and werewolves, and a game, and a plastic shotglass with the Texas Chainsaw Massacre on it. It's been a good day. Now I'm going to go curl up, cough my lungs out, and die. Blaaah. Adios. <-Ghost-> |
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