I think the first thing that crossed my mind as I breezed through the doors of the Holiday Inn on Rockside Road was, "What the hell am I doing here?!?!" After nearly a year of retired anime convention service, I found myself once again in the midst of brightly colored wig wearing, bad costumes made the night before, and fat unshowered black shirt wearing fanboy pandemonium. GOD HELP ME. I was not in the hotel lobby for more than five minutes when a stream of obnoxious high school aged girls rushed past me screaming such over-used Japanese terms as: "SUGOI" and "BAKKA!" The con was not small, it was minuscule. I mean if you blinked you missed the con. The costumes SUCKED. The panels SUCKED. The people, however, and the good times that followed were very cool.

Over the course of the con I almost got a swirly from Scott's cousin Kevin and Khorey (none other than the Khorey of Khorey's Fried Chicken). I also obtained from Scott the much sought after and discontinued drink SURGE. I owe Scott the eternal 1/4 of my soul which I still have possession of for that. I got drunk and somehow managed to make it down to the dance on Saturday night. If you saw some girl wearing a red shirt and khaki-colored corduroys flailing her arms around or pretending to use a jump rope at incredibly high speeds, well then that was Scott.. er..I mean me. I also managed to get some pretty funny pictures of myself laying in an elevator wearing just a blanket. I'm sure Scott has those posted somewhere, they are hard to miss. I also wanted snow, but there was none. I repeat: THERE WAS NO SNOW WHAT-SO-EVER. I got jipped!

There was also this con staff room FULL OF FOOD. Like every food imaginable, and it was all freeeeeee. They had chips and popcorn and donut! s and cereal and cheese/sausage finger food plates, cokes, dips, pretzels..piles and piles of endless food of which I could have consumed if only I could have stayed long enough! Scott would have had to roll me out of the hotel like that blueberry girl on Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Alas, thankfully, I did not have near enough time to eat all the food in the room, though I did snack a bit too much. Among other things I also got to meet Scott's dad, who I think is convinced that Scott is gay save for that fact that he is hanging around such a high class catch of a young woman as myself. I take that back, he thinks he's gay. Anywho, it turns out Scott lived in the same neighborhood as I did in Daphne, Alabama in the early '80's. Talk about a small world, sheesh.

Well, that's about it. Some other stuff happened but that is all CENSORED XXX material not for the eyes of young children or the elderly, which if what Scott has said about Fujikoma in the past is true, will make it inaccessible to you all. My final words are that I think that everyone with a letter-chan name IS A LAME DONKEY F*CKING ILLEGITIMATE WHORE CHILD OF SATAN. That goes for H-Chan and C-Chan and L-Chan and AFHKLAHFAFHKAHF-Chan and so on and so on. Get some originality f*ck-tards.

Signing off,
-ERIN-
Everyone's favorite asshole.