Category Archives: Nerd Prom 2008

Nerd Prom 2008 Wrapup, Part 2: Final Crisis

The other major negative thing about Comic Con that it’s easy to forget just how Goddamned exhausting it is. The other day I used the term “fatigue hysteria”, and it’s not just some clever hyperbole. By Sunday at Comic Con, you begin to see more and more stretchers steered by paramedics being pushed around the convention center, and they no longer appear amused by my desperate puling for morphine… [read more at link] Continue reading

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Nerd Prom 2008 Wrapup, Part 1: This Convention Would Be Great If It Weren’t For The Fucking Conventioners

It’s over now, and I am back in The American Jerk home office. I know this because I just went outside for a cigarette and, instead of San Diego Bay and the USS Midway, I saw a pile of my own cigarette butts in the street and the Salvation Army. Real life blows… [read more at link] Continue reading

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Nerd Prom 2008: Breaking Radio Silence

Sorry things have gone quiet since Friday morning, but remember Rocky IV, and the savage beating that Ivan Drago laid down on Rocky? Well, Comic Con is Drago. And I am Adrian… [read more at link] Continue reading

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Nerd Prom 2008: People On Beer and Fatigue Hysteria Should Not Blog

Suffice it to say: I’d still fuck Connie Sellica, Agent Bill Maxwell is quick on the drool, and never, ever consider having sex with a fangirl who likes to ask questions at panels without a ballgag, duct tape and a willingness to scrub your junk with Janitor In A Drum… [read more at link] Continue reading

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Nerd Prom 2008: He Found Me. I Don’t Know How, But He Found Me

“To hell with that,” I said. “Kevin Smith’s burned me for the past two years. He’s always late if he bothers to show up at all, and I’m too addicted to nicotine to piss away my life waiting for Jersey Hollywood to forklift himself away from the buffet for long enough to grace us with his presence.” [read more at link] Continue reading

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