Tim Burton: "Anyone who knows me will tell you that I would never read a comic book."
Kevin Smith: "Which I guess, explains Batman."
Sometimes I feel like I should shut this blog down. Who the hell is reading this nonsense that I jot down everyday, anyway? It’s July 2005 and I writing about the same thing I did for the past few years. Going to Comic Con. Yep, it's that time again.
Kyle wants to go Friday to avoid the other 80,000 people that turn up on the weekend. Good thinking. However, the only reason I am going, is to see Kevin Smith, and guess what. He’s going to be there Saturday. Just great. Not only that, all the good stuff is being previewed that day too. Poo. Kyle seems more than happy that the Battlestar Galactica cast will be there Friday. I'd rather be at Sea World. Thanks.
Now what am I going to do while Kyle and Pa*l watch anime all day and look at the half naked chicks at the booths? I need to find something to do. The good news - the schedule was posted today. The bad news - turns out friday is Star Wars Day. Dammit. You know what that means, an extravaganza of nerds dressed up in homemade costumes. Son of a…
I've thought of a way to get him back, though. Since I'm the one paying and registering, I'll just sign Kyle & Pa*l up for the masquerade ball. That'll teach him. I'm sure there are many, many duos they can go as...