So, Nerdapalooza was a blast. Hex, I have no idea how you guys duped these acts into coming to Orlando, but you done good.

It was an honor to introduce The Protomen. Sorry if my introduction sucked, I just wanted want everyone else wanted: for me to get off the damn stage so they could get started. It was a success in that regard.

Y’know, I’ve been listening to them for a couple years now. I have to ration myself. Like, there’s a clock at our local diner that just says “Time To Dine!” That’s me, but my clock would say “Protomen”.

But live?

Holy shit.

Turns out there’s a reason why any YouTube of their live performances sounds like garbage. We do not yet have the technology to capture that level of HOLY SHIT. They must record their albums by dialing it down to 11 when they’re in the studio. Because as good as they are on CD, their live show takes things to another level.

I’m running a little behind with the printing and mailing part of the print sale. I should have everything done by Thursday/Friday. I’ll keep you updated.

And Brian is dumb.

So, I’m driving home from the store Friday evening waiting to make a right turn into traffic. A car passes in front of me, slowly, because it’s coming up on a stop light. There’s a kid in the backseat, maybe six or eight or something. I don’t know, they all look the same to me at that range. Anyway, his window is half down and he sticks out a N-Strike Maverick and pretends to shoot at me with it. It’s not hard to imagine that he’s done this to every car they’ve passed for their whole trip.

A range of reactions unfold before me. But, really, there’s only one option. I pull out my N-Strike Maverick and pretend to shoot him back. I’m pretty sure that was the most amazing moment of his life.

What, you don’t have Nerf guns in your car?

It’s this weekend. I’ll be there off and on, probably hanging around the A Comic Shop folks. The guest list is kind of amazing. If you’re nerdy enough to be reading this website, and anywhere near the O-Town area, you should really be there.

So, every time we finish a Warbot in Accounting comic, I ask myself “Why would I write that?” I’m sure it’s the same for Zack, only replace “write” with “draw” and sprinkle it with a dash of absolution. I mean, he’s only following orders. I’ve read about 1/3rd of a comprehensive history of the 20th century, but so far it looks like there’s no reason to believe that’s not a free pass on wrong-doing.

But, really, why do I write that? There’s no secret darkness to my childhood. My parents are great people who are incredibly loving and supporting. My adult life has been spent falling ass-backwards into success, so, y’know, no complaints there either.

But then this morning I got a call from my mom.

“Hey, mom. What’s up?”

“Oh, I was reading your Warbot. It’s not sad enough.”

“Uh, no?”

“At the end, the city should have billed him for the damage to the street.”

“Damn. You’re right.”

So, that’s why.