Title: Get it? Got it! Good.

Please remember, won't you dears, that no matter how bad you may think your life is, my dad's is worse?  Oh, much worse.  And has been for far longer.

Rumours of my inability to survive the horrors of Dragon*Con have been slightly exaggerated.  Yes, I lived, and I actually got Ponch's autograph and a $10 picture with him to boot.  You know how much I love my Ponch, so of course I would've paid most anything.  Up to and including 11 or 12 bucks.  And now you can download it free of charge below.  Now I know how much you love your Daleband, but I really don't see how you're gonna be able to cut Ponch out of it since he is kinda all over me.  Ponch is on the right.

There's also the matter of my catching Lou Ferrigno's breast self-exam on film as he exited the restroom (w/o washing).

That's right, gentlemen--you're not immune to cancer of your glandular breast tissue if you have a C or greater cup size, which Lou certainly does.

And here's that adorable Pikachu whom we were able to snap a shot of just before he evolved into that obnoxious Raichu who just ended up ransacking the comic book section and melting all the toy guns from the Umbrella Corporation lookalikes' hands with one of those 100,000-volt outbursts he's prone to.  Say...maybe ol' Raichu wasn't so bad after all.

So here I am in my Spidey outfit doing some warmup stretches right before kicking the stilts out from under some guy dressed as a tree.  You know, just in case he wasn't on stilts at all and I needed to make a mad dash for the safety of some weirdo's kilt.

Yep, it was a damned freak show.  And that alone made the three hour wait well worthwhile.