Why yes, I am kicking back to watch TV with a pewter goblet of coffee and my footstool does bear a small resemblance to a ancient Grecian Column.   What do you mean, by that? No, I’m not inebriated or otherwise artificially distanced from reality. I’m a writer, I live here, in my own world, not in Realsville. I ride my homicidal unicorn overwhen I have to go there, but I try not to stay any longer than necessary.
I like it here.Where exactly, you say? Right now it’s best described as a mildly psychotic cross between an episode of hoarders, a Nordic shrine to Wolverine, and thecampfire scene in “O’ Brother, Where Art Thou?” That’s what’s it’slike here today. Tomorrow? Who knows? (Maybe the Doctor Who/black muscle cars/Badassary.com place will return?) I can never tell. On occasion, iteven resembles Realsville. I dread those days. Don’t you?

The theme this year was “Mayan Punk.”

Here was our entry for the costume contest.”Do you feel Mayan, punk? Do ya?”

We didn’t win anything, but i think we would’ve swept the “Most Likely To Actually Survive The Apocolypse” category. Ah well, now I can say, “been there, done that, still cool.”
Here is a pic of the winners.