You've heard about Fanime from people who are paid to do it. Hell, I wrote some stuff about it for work too. So this report is written entirely for my enjoyment. If you don't like it, well, it wasn't written for you anyway.
First: Greg Dean won't watch porn with me. He somehow doesn't believe that bad porn is meant to be shared and laughed at. But he's a hands man. Wait, no, I got that wrong. He's not a hands man, one of his fans is a hands fan, he just likes hands. Or something. It confused me but left me mildly aroused. Wait, no, that's just my phone on vibrate.
I want to marry into the Wang family. But the Wangs only had sons. Curse the Y chromosome!
Vaz of Underpower says that in the middle of my masturbation jokes and clowning around, I let slip two insightful comments during the Webcomics panel. I need to keep better control of myself. People might actually ask me for advice if I prove that I have some to give.
I had to borrow money to buy an MT book. This amuses me to no end. At least I got to give the book to Daichi, though. That was nice.
Lance Heiskell of FUNimation has a very stressful job. But at least no one is trying to lynch him for the infamous "Fruits Basket rap opening" thing, though.
I finally own a plush version of that hippo-rat-baby from Spirited Away. This also makes me happy. It's currently on top of my monitor next to the red Cthulhu and Death.
I have Hank Wong's approval to give out a cojones (it has been brought to my attention that what I was told was wrong, and the word is in fact cojones. So I've changed it. Again. People keep telling me different things when I ask if it's cojones or cajones) award at AX karaoke, to be awarded to the person who displays the most guts in going up on stage and singing. The current plan is that the prize will be a dice pouch (from Chessex, probably) containing two large Superballs.
The Japanese have kind of a smart idea. It's almost as comfortable sleeping under my Pretty Face jumbo towel as it is sleeping under a blanket, come summertime. I just wish my friends wouldn't look at me so weirdly in the morning.
"The heartwarming story of a boy and the 12 girls who are in fact the pets he had as a kid reincarnated as cute guardian angels", eh? I somehow think I'll pass on that for now.
Random House. Publishing manga. How random...
Alright, enough dilly-dallying, time for a 500-word review and then sleep... and maybe I'll fit in some actual recreation too... oh well. Two weeks to AX!