The watermark in Comic Conventions, Wizard World, is quickly approaching. August 4th-7th at the Donald E. Stevens convention center in Rosemont. Every year it's a blast and I highly suggest everyone to attend. The company I'm doing a project for has a table--Quality Quill. This year though Jim Lee and Frank Miller are the guests of honor, I just can't wait.

I present to you a tale of unspeakable horrors, the likes of which could only be found...in the Toilet Zone.

Meet Chaz, 22 years of age, a good roommate and diligent student. Everything Chaz has known will be turned upside down moments before he is to leave for his three hour law class. Some thought his toilet was uncloggable...they are fools.

The clog turned vicious when a consecutive flush pushed the limits of capacity for water in the bowl.

For those of you who have never Caused/Witnessed/Cleaned-up a toilet overflow, consider yourselves highly lucky, but unfortunately, statistically all of you will suffer from at least one in your lifetime.

A toilet overflow is the absolute scariest thing your faithful narrator has ever experienced. It took a half a roll of paper towels to clean up and nearly made Chaz a tardy student.

The other night I was offered a bagel by my girlfriend/roommate Jaime. I said..."no, not right now." But then the next morning I felt like a bagel. I ate the offered aformentioned bagel only to get pounced on when Jaime awoke.

I figured if I had taken the bagel last night it would be gone anyway. Plus since I said "not right now" there wouldn't be a problem. in the end I got yelled at, she said I was inconsiderate and all those buzz words that float around our apartment.

What's the courtesy on that? Is there an experation date on offers for food as well?

I picked up this little gem at my local vinyl shoppe. Most people remember only "Mr. Roboto" as a kitchy silly song. But this album has so much more to offer than that.
Kilroy Was Here is the monumental "me too" concept album that destroyed Styx. Dennis De Young's vision of the not too distant future incorperated the dichotomy between technology and humanity, loads of drug abuse and stereotypical Phillipino robots to do all the jobs that we don't want to do.

The storyline was fairly basic, Dr. Righteous created the MMM, The Majority for Musical Morality, and using his Cable-TV network was able to pursuade the masses that rock 'n' roll and it's permissive attitudes were responsible for the moral and economic decline of America, therefore banning it. Basically consider it the fantasy version of what Pat Robertson is doing to the Democrats with the 700 Club.

"The present is a future [Yes, it really says that] where japanese manufactured robots, designed to work cheaply and endlessly, are the caretakers of society. "Mr. Robotos" are everywhere, serving as manual labor in jobs that were once held by humans...
Dr. Righteous enforces his own morality by holding nightly rallies where crowds hurl rock 'n' roll records and electric guitars into huge bonfires..."

Kilroy, our hero, was on tour during all this, he comes back to the states to play his last show and Dr. Righteous is there with mobs of his supporters, he shuts down Kilroy's show, but in the confusion a MMM member is killed. Killroy is arrested and sent to stay on a Prision Ship with "other Rock 'n' Roll misfits."

Johnathon Chance, the leader of the underground resistance, attempts to break the mind controlling spell they have Kilroy under. It works and Kilroy escapes by wearing parts of a Mr. Roboto. Once back on Earth, Kilroy stays in hiding but communicates with the underground resistance by leaving graffitti coded messages. Johnathon Chance discovers the "Rock Code" and meets with Kilroy for the first time...

Then the album starts...and sucks.

Banking on the success of Animals, Tommy, and The Wall, it seemed that Styx could pull it off, except for the fact that absolutely no one has ever taken this band seriously.

The final nail in their coffin is that they tried to perform a stage show of all this. There is something morbily fascinating watching a 48 minute train wreck.

The orinigal price tag was on this album, 49 cents. I payed a buck for it, but I'm glad to own perhaps one of the absolute worst albums ever concieved.

As a treat in the last few months of living in DeKalb, we've decided to go in on a killer deal from Comcast. High speed internet and Digital Cable with 11 blessed channels of HBO for 50 bucks month. After having it for a month now I can definitely say, without a doubt, it's better than crack cocaine sprinkled over a recently deceased hooker.

At any given time I can watch 3 different episodes of King of the Hill, I can check in on the lads across the pond on BBC, we even have the laughably bad G4 channel which is a gaming channel hosted by exactly what 50 something men in suits think is cool people.

Somehow today HBO was able to wrangle me in to three movies, Anything Else, The Girl Next Door, is it wrong to have been rooting for Timothy Olyphant's character? And Never Scared, the Chris Rock HBO special. That's a whopping 6 hours of viewing, alas I also got suckered in to watching the World Championship of Darts. I shit you not, and the way they present it, you actually get into it. It's disgusting.

I'm not even going to get into On Demand. All I have to say is, you can watch Last Action Hero any fucking time you want...for free.

Best drug in the world...and it comes with a remote.