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Monotonuesday

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No Haiku for this week because today is a special day. The first day back from DragonCon (and this year PAX Prime) is always caloric and monochromatic. The locals call it “The Great and Terrible Beige Day” because everything I eat is that particular light caramel color and it all wrecks havoc on my gastrointestinal tract. It’s a treat day for myself and a reminder of why I don’t eat this way all the time.

I love it and hate it and it is awesome.

In case you’d like to celebrate along with me the main diet for the day is Double Decker tacos from Taco Bell, “chicken” planks, hush puppies and fries from Long John Silver’s (conveniently located right in the same place as the Bell) and as many Krispy Kreme doughnuts as I can shove down my throat before I make myself sick. Last year that was 8 or 9.

So rejoice! The great Dragon has come and gone for the thirteenth time in my life and this was the best year yet. I dedicate the torturing aabdominal cramps that are surely headed my way to you O Con of Cons. May you sleep in peace until next we meet.

Haikuesday

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Many things to pack.
Did I buy enough vodka?
Here comes Dragoncon!

Essentials

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1.75 L of Three Olives Bubble vodka…check.

750 ML of Three Olives Rangtang vodka…check.

750 ML of Three Olives Purple vodka (not grape mind you but Purple)…check.

750 ML of Cupcake Vanilla Frosting vodka…yes indeed.

750 ML of Godiva Liqueur…yup.

750 ML of Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey…of course.

705 ML of Jeremiah Weed’s Cherry Mash Blended Bourbon Whiskey…got it.

Three 4-packs of Kahlua Mudslides…sure.

200 ML of Goldschalger and 100 ML of Rumple Minze to mix into the Mudslides for “Oatmeal Cookies”…you just have too.

And 200 ML of 99 Bananas liqueur and 50 ML of Disaronno to top it all off? Why the hell not!

With PAX coming up this week and five more brutal workouts to destroy before we fly out Thursday morning it’s nice to know I’ve got all the important things for DragonCon already taken care of 🙂

The Drive to Dragon

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The Thursday early morning drive to Atlanta each year is an odd and wonderful tradition in our world. The back seats are removed from the the Element and it’s sturdy and voluminous steel walls are packed all Tetris like with more than a dozen costumes and the weekend’s supporting “normal” clothes. If a Utilikilt can be considered normal. But normal or not it all gets packed. Along with some roast beef, a pair of gallon jugs filled with water and a wide mouth V8 Fusion bottle. More on that later.

The caravan compatriots start arriving at the house late Wednesday and we kick off the road trip with a DVR clip party. We watch bits and pieces of Tosh, The Soup, two year old Metalacolypse episodes and some of whatever is fresh and awesome. This year it was the “Whywolves” ep of Adventure Time. We are creatures obsessed with the spirit of inquiry and blood lust so it seemed apropos. We watch, double and triple check the packing list and then hit the road a bit before midnight.

An all night road trip can get weird. Surreal. As you drive through the fugue of night oh so many things you’ll see. Or think you see. The sketchy writing on the gas station bathroom wall advertising the phone number of the best BJ artist in Ocala. Yes, artist. A good bj is like art in that it should challenge your perceptions and leave you feeling perhaps different than you thought you would. But the phone number, that’s real, you see that and the Circus Peanuts you bought and the fifty Waffle Houses along the way. All real. The faces you end up seeing on the backs of semi trucks or off in the woods are not real. At least I hope they’re not. Being tired makes you see a lot of things that just aren’t there. Maybe it’s the body’s defense mechanism against falling asleep because just about the time you start nodding off that giant devil/donkey face wakes you right the fuck up! Add to this the fact I’m on a low carb diet and drinking three gallons of water every twenty four hours and you have all the ingredients for six to seven hours of 100% pure wacky. What’s the empty V8 for…um…all that water and we only stop for gas…do the math.

Somehow we manage though and just before dawn, when according to legend it is darkest, we stop just shy of the 475 around Macon for breakfast. For the last two years it’s been the Shoney’s breakfast bar that meets and greets us weary travelers. We eat up, and I carb up, and we roll out for the final push into Atlanta. Which through the mist of early morning and oh so tired eyes appears like a jovial juggernaut in the wilds of Northernish Georgia welcoming us with scaly open arms as it has for so many, many years.

We arrive with fumes in our tank. Not the vehicles but ours. After we check in and smuggle a great deal of alcohol past the fortified gates of the Marriott comes what may be some of the best sleep of our lives each year. The last few quiet hours before the storm. We shower and sleep and then wake with mind, body and soul ready for the wonder to come. Thursday night, Friday, Saturday and Sunday await. And I’ll tell you all about those times in a bit.

A list? Really?

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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”.

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