Conspiracy of One: Comic-Con 2007

The last time I’ve had so much unadulterated fun was my class trip to Puerto Vallarta. There was booze, girls, dancing, and more or less, no rules. I had fun because it unleashed two parts of my personality that remained dormant for years: my love of dance, and my love of partying with girls. Of course, that was a trip that prompted my need to grow up, and live in the now…as a teenaged adult, or something like that. There, I learned that I was entering a new world, one where the rewards included passion, lust, and heavy dance music. I enjoyed this considerably; however, I found a way to top that excursion with a trip down to San Diego…

Brandon invited me to attend Comic-Con, something I’ve heard about in passing. Of course, seeing where the Anime Expo had taken me, I’d be open to another challenge. So, with the schematics set, we left for the City of Fish Tacos two hours past midnight…

And it was fun. Nothing but nonstop fun. I took pictures with random people, all of them happened to be women engaging in cosplay. I even think there was a shot taken of me with the Suicide Girls. I met Rob Van Dam, and had a meaningless conversation with him about Spider-Man. Since he didn’t remove his glasses, I jumped to the conclusion that the man was as high as a kite, but that was exactly what I wanted. Three thumb points later, I’ve got a picture with the WHOLE FUCKING SHOW. Heh, heh, heh….look Paul, it spins!

My secondary goal was to meet the Heroes panel, but that was not to be. However, my primary goal was to interact with the cast of Smallville, WHICH I DID. I lied, I cheated, I stole my way into the line for my autographed poster. Erica Durance is beaufiul…very beautiful. I shook hands with Laura Vandervoort, who will be playing KARA ZOR-EL in Season 7. I told Justin Hartley I’ve followed his work since he starred on Passions. I honestly….IT WAS GREAT! OMG! I think I marked out for a moment. I finally figured out how to perfect the “fake tear” technique, and I have a Smallville poster to show for my treachery.

Walking around San Diego, trying to find parking, eating pizza with chicken, mushrooms, and pineapples…this is the stuff dreams are made from, or at least geek dreams. And geeks rock, as evidenced by the 123,000 strong who appeared to buy, pretend, travel, etc. I am a geek, and I attended what is known as the Geek’s Wet Dream. It was enough for me to believe that Anime Expo is no longer enough…San Diego is my new vacation.

I will be back next year. May God Bless San Diego.

Current Track – Amy Winehouse “You Know I’m No Good”

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Conspiracy of One: Venga Shot

I have settled on a name for the chief finisher of “The Freak” Cameron Hunter. His “Sweet Chin Music” parody formerly known as “Dawson’s Crack” will officially be known as the “Venga Shot”. Borrowing from my dirty psyche and Spanish language skills, I feel that is the perfect way to end a match. Of course, I didn’t start writing so I could declare my fixation for a created wrestler.

Side note, my mom and I are getting along famously. It’s shocking, but true. I taught her my theory about mistakes, which pretty much explains why I keep a smirk on my face, despite work occasionally screwing me over. One of these days, a customer will choke on their own latte, and I will laugh. I will laugh hard. I will laugh so hard that I will choke as well.

My emotional state has been hyperactive lately. I haven’t written a song in about a week, although that can be attributed to the fact that my beautiful car is being painted by the stupid dealer. South Bay Ford is officially on notice. Back to the matter at hand, I saw a picture of Christine hanging out with friends, which made me sad. Something tells me that she still refuses to talk to me, but I want to know how she classified Prom night. There had to be feeling there; it has to be. I still think “fuck me, I’ve got to build a time machine and try rewriting the script.” It was that great of a night; if it wasn’t for her, I’d probably would’ve been a hopeless social leper. Instead, she was fun. I want fun. I want answers. Damn it if I haven’t said this for about a year now. Maybe on campus, she’ll get lost and need to use my phone. That’s wishful thinking, I know, but my favorite offensive weapon can’t be used: my pen. My second favorite, my mouth, has only gotten me this far, which is staying in a true position.

Now I’m sad. Combining that emotion with watching the Futurama episode about Fry’s dog waiting for him in the past while he was frozen…not a good mix.

Current Track – Lifehouse “I Miss You”

Conspiracy of One: Stop the Questions

Questions drive me crazy. My mother asks me too many questions…dangerous questions. My definition of dangerous is “somehow leading to an argument.”

So, she asked a question about finances; to be specific, my ability to afford a car note, insurance, cable bill, and still bleach my hair. Sure enough, I have no idea how I would be able to pull that off, yet I know I’d be able to do it. As such, I felt no particular need to babble about stuff I have no current plan or knowledge about, so I did not. Unfortunately, my mother suffers from an unhealthy inferiority complex, which led to me getting ripped.

So, I hear about how I’m neglectful, disrespectful, arrogant, and other negative adjectives. Say what you will about me, but I keep a level of privacy preferable to my lifestyle. I don’t like straight answers when being a prick will do. When I’m interrogating, I get straight answers. When I’m being interrogated, I activate defense mode. It’s my primary function for questionable situations. And I’ve mentioned this to her, but she can’t seem to fucking cope with the fact that I choose my situations wisely, as in, I choose situations I can win. Situations where I can’t cripple my opponent, well, there’s no point in it for me.

Which leads me to settle on moving out this fall. Let’s face it; shit isn’t going to get any better here as long as there are questions I don’t want to answer. It’s not about being a child and an adult. As long as I’m not snorting coke or sleeping with a different girl every night (or any girl, for that matter), understand this: I don’t understand your questions. Don’t ask. Just don’t ask. Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Josh Kelley “I Don’t Mind Singing”

Conspiracy of One: Swagger

Feeling this car surge through my veins is an awesome feeling. I could swear I feel fire coming from my inner soul each time I think about the vehicle. It has to be personalized; everyone has to understand the theory that is the Silver Cyclone.

The Anime Expo was fun, yet disappointing. I didn’t exactly buy anything, but it got me out the house. Truthfully speaking, I’m not a big fan of anime; however, the environment is intoxicating. I wasn’t going to buy a sword, so my lack of merchandise doesn’t faze me. However, my lack of dancing did faze me; in fact, it pissed me off considerably. Why is that? Simple, my two comrades happen to have no zest for life. Usually, I don’t mind dominating thought and imposing my will because no one else will. Making sure everyone stays pacified is a must, yet when it came to something I wanted, well, I had to put my happiness on the backburner in order to transport people home. Usually, that leaves me very, very incensed. And it did. To the point that I spoke to no one after we left the hotel. Maybe I was wrong for being extremely fussy. On the other hand, I did the driving and didn’t get to do what *I* wanted. Not fun, but I digress, a good time ignoring that tidbit.

Which makes me wonder: am I obscenely energetic, or do I hang around with people with no zest for life. I wonder what it’s like to be so mellow; being relaxed never appealed to me, and never has. Even today, waking up to work the early shift (approximately 5AM) was a bitch. I was dead tired, but I was the life of the party regardless…KENNEDY! As I was saying, even tired, I’ve got more life in me than most people I encounter. It’s about showing up and showing off…or adding the adrenaline…something like that. Show me the money…show me the spotlight.

On a lighter note, Jordan and I got estimates on our audio systems. Not bad, we will be iPod accessible soon enough. Maybe now I should actually start looking for my iPod…I haven’t seen it in days. Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – James Taylor “Fire and Rain”