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A Grand Tale to Tell…


Or at least a few sentences thereof. Yes, first a list and now a contest! Man, what’s this blog coming too? Look, I’ve made you laugh or cry or feel inspired right? And you want to win a prize don’t you? And we all want to see if I can just keep asking question after question???

Okay, I could do that but I need to get on with this so I’ll stop.

And get on…

with it.

So much of this just makes me smile, I hope you smile once in a while too. We all just might if you do your jobs right! Yep, your jobs! See I’m going to post a picture at the end of all this and your job will be to write me one fantastic paragraph about it. A one blurb story if you will. Or maybe just the intro or climax or dénouement of that story. Get creative ‘cause the best one gets something from the closet. The prize closet. Something will come out of the closet for you! If you’re funny or intriguing or amazing enough that is. And I’m not really gonna tell you what the hell all the stuff is in the picture until it’s all said and done so that’s just more imaginary avenues for you to explore. Contest deadline is oh let’s say October 17th at 9:56 p.m. Have fun and post your paragraphs right here.



Two things:

God bless auto log in for when you’ve been drinking.

And #2
“Relax” by Frankie Goes To Hollywood is the greatest song of all time. I will fight you on this. It’s true. Both of those statements are super true.

Wasn’t I just here?


Yup. Atlanta. For the second time in as many weeks. Not like that’s a bad thing especially when you’re at a con.

More on that in a minute. But first I’ve quickly come to figure out that when I started this blog and started thinking about what I wanted my “voice” to sound like out here in cyberspace that really it was going to change with nearly every post. This isn’t formal writing. I’m not putting together a book (well I am but it’s not this) or crafting some essay for college credit so really the feeling and verve you’re gonna get from here each day is largely dependent on, well, that day. Or night. Or if I’ve done yoga or what Ang is doing or how much vodka I’ve had. I’ll tilt at windmills each day running off after this or that but every moment is gonna sound slightly different than the last. And I’m okay with that.

Well I’m coming to grips with that.

I’m a wordsmith and I can use my tongue to cut or cure right up there with the best so to just sit down and kind of go off all stream of consciousness is difficult at times. Not hard to do but hard to accept what’s ending up on the screen. It’s out of the comfort zone. But a lot of what I’m doing lately is just that. In fact my new mantra is “No Somedays”. In Latin that’s haud cras according to two different translation sites I found online. I guess it’s literally “no tomorrow” but close enough. Know what I mean? Good, I don’t think I do!

See people always say I’ll do this or that or visit here or there or get up or go down someday. The more gray hair that shows up every time I skip shaving for too long reminds me of that fact. “Someday” should be a four letter word. Smdy…there it’s a four letter word and all I had to do was go all Hebrew on it! But smdy sucks because you can wait your whole life for it and it may never show up. It’s like it’s screwing you from the future.

Well I say screw it first. I’ve actually taken to wearing a screw themed necklace to remind me of that fact. Of my mantra. Of the way I want to be from this point forward. I got said necklace in all it’s shiny gold and silver glory at Anime Weekend Atlanta last weekend. It’s from Gurren Lagann, the one the kid wears I think though I’ve only seen a few eps and that was a while ago. The anime’s not important. Why I wanted it and why I wear it is. So I picked it up on Saturday for $12.72. Yeah, I paid tax which I usually loathe in a dealer’s room but it was still the cheapest booth even with 5% tacked on so I let it slide.

Goofy taxation aside I had a swell time at AWA. Wasabi Anime was there to keep things interesting at night and to talk Transformers and enjoy a viewing of Sailor Moon S. Was it S? It had ice ladies and Luna turning human and making out with some tranny looking guy. No shit. I don’t know, I had the perfect amount of American Honey coursing through my system that night. Perfect because I can’t remember the title but I know Tom and I got constant laughs. So I was funny drunk not throw up in the panel drunk.

I could have stood to be a bit more inebriated earlier in the night when a few of us took the time to walk to the ass end of AWA to check out the “Anime Cabaret”. If only we had shown up like 3 minutes earlier we’d have caught Lime Barb’s entire routine which from the tail end we did see, literally and figuratively, was top notch. She’s cute, in shape and a damn fine perfomer. The final three acts we saw after LB were pretty much the antithesis of that. I stood in the back somewhat flabbergasted for the last quarter hour of the event and even rolled out early when the closing number took to the floor. I mean laid down on the stage which is great in a small intimate club but not so much for a packed main events room. You take away the ability to see the burlesque show and you remove the incentive to stay and watch.

Ugh. Wish the Mint Chocolate Chippies had been there. Yeah, I’m biased but I’ve seen them do their shit and seen the crowds go nuts so it’s not just me enjoying the show. Maybe next year huh?

Whatever faults the early part of the evening entailed the MST3King of Serena and pals followed by the not rave helped me to forget any missteps. One of the highlights of the night was when I stepped away from the not rave to pee.

No, that’s not the highlight. After I peed I popped in to see the end of Lensman. Ever heard of it? Probably not ’cause it isn’t spelled A-K-I-R-A. It’s one of the old timers of anime based on an even older series of books and it’s one of the first big screen animes I ever saw. My mom took me in middle school and I still have the shirt I bought that day with Worsel on it. Worsel! Ah it was a bittersweet moment fueled by long ago memories, whiskey, lack of sleep and the fact that there were only 3 other people in the room to catch this classic. And they were all older than me. Damn kids. No respect for your elders.

Well I’ll show them. I’ll go back to the dance and take my shirt off and sing “I’m on a Boat” thanks again to the Croom. And that’s what I did. And that necklace looked good on my svelt sweating body. Hey everything comes and goes man but like a wave you gotta ride it or it’ll just wash you out to sea. Better to get smashed on the rocks riding the big one than to float away and just disappear because you were too scared. It took only 5 minutes for me to span almost the entirety of my anime existence. From something way back in my childhood to an energized room full of folks many who were just a bit older that I was the first time I ever saw Kimball Kinnison. What a feeling.

The whole weekend felt good. Eating Chipotle in Hooters felt good. Running up a wooded embankment ticks and snakes and hobos be damned felt good. Sitting with friends watching free-per-view clip shows while the Lords of Acid played felt good. Finding a Revoltech Buzz Lightyear for Angie felt good. Putting on that screw necklace for the first time felt good.

Now before I go I promised a shout out to Special K. So there…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I shouted. And to those two girls…you know who you are…talking all Transformers, dancing your glowsticks off and generally making the weekend that much brighter thanks a ton!

If providence shines on me again next year I will go back to AWA. I’ll probably see something that makes me feel old. And then I’ll take a sip of whiskey and go dance.

A list? Really?


Yes. Yes really. I’m working on recalling all that Dragon was and is and will one day be but for now you get glimpses and moments. That’s why you’re reading isn’t it? To see and feel for a mo perhaps the way that I do? To slip on some TC tinted glasses and gaze out at the world?

I figured you don’t mind else you wouldn’t still be reading.

And so I was sending out some emails and thinking about the coming trip to AWA and sipping on Jeremiah Weed’s delicious Sweet Tea flavored vodka and all of a sudden I just had to watch the end of the Iron Giant. It’s one of my top five fav movies. No shit. That’s not vodka talking. Vodka says things like “is it okay if I do this on your face?” not “Man, I have to watch to watch the Iron Giant!” Well…actually…I suppose vodka says a lot of things so it very well could be that but whatever the reason I watched it on youtube. And cried. And smiled. And felt 10 again all in the span of 4 minutes. I had forgotten just how much that movie means to me. And it make me think of the others that I just love. Truly, madly and deeply. 5 or 10 or more I don’t know but lets see eh?

Movies that Tentacle Chris keeps close to his heart and ready to go into the DVD player at a moment’s notice:

When I’m feeling Romantic it’s Secretary, Moulin Rouge or Stardust.

When I want to see something shot I have to go with ALIENS, Equilibrium or Boondock Saints (the first one not that second p.o.s)

Two good ones for pretty much anytime are American Psycho and the 1986 Transformers Movie.

And my top five in a most particular order…

5) Fight Club
4) Iron Giant
3) 300
2) Secretary
1) V for Vendetta

Yeah I know Secretary is listed twice. Just worked out that way. There you go. My first list. Neat to the “O”.

It’s not Strep


At least I don’t think it is. We’ll see. I made it back from Dragon without the con crud and it’d be a shame to give into it now.

It would also be a shame to not tell you about the toilet paper dispenser in our upstairs guest bathroom. One slight but firm pull sends the roll spinning for what seems like an eternity. It’s perfectly balanced. I daresay with a hearty yank the entire roll might undo itself because of whatever heavenly mechanics went into this most seemingly mundane of contraptions. It’s quite possibly the closet we’ll ever get as a human race to a perpetual motion machine. If the damn thing could reload itself it might go on forever.

That said, I am working on my reflections from Dragon. The trip to Atlanta, the wonderful times there and the return home. You will all be privy to it soon enough. Till then folks.


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