Awright dudes. Here’s the skinny on a thing I’m doing. With stuff. A thing with stuff. And whatnot.
PhilCon is coming up. It’s a convention devoted entirely to the awesome that emanates from my being in all of its various forms and incarnations. Yea verily, it shall be a day of glorious, glorious Phil.
Actually I’m lying. Really hard. It’s a sci-fi convention, and courtesy of The Legendary Rob Balder, I get to be a guest. It will be myself, himself, Bryan Prindiville, possibly Rich Burlew (still waiting for confirmation) speaking at a webcomics panel. And partying. There’ll be a lot of partying. At least there’d better be. Or I’ll be miffed, I tell you what.
In fact, I should play the PhilCon drinking game. It’ll only work for me though, perhaps maybe anyone else who’s with me. Every time someone shouts out my last name Shatner-style, you take a drink. It’s a Sci-Fi con, after all. I’ll probably be bombarded with that.
Which… makes me think twice about playing that game. I’m not exactly in the mood to get alcohol poisoning.
At any rate, if you’re in the Philly area that weekend (Dec. 9th-11th), and in the mood for a Sci-Fi convention, c’mon out and see me. I’ll be the big, bearded, long-haired loudmouth that has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about. Can’t miss him.
Will you be serving the infamous “I’m Just Drinkin’?”
A drinking game at a con?
1- Every time you see someone at a con with a goatee or vandyke like it’s still 1992, take a drink.
2- Have someone rush you to the hosptial to get your stomach pumped before you die of alchohol poisoning.
3- Use your near death experience to become a facial hair-shaving vigilante
Zach: I might.
Will: I’d never be able to do that to my brothers in beards.
If i were you and I wanted to name a convention after me, I’d call it, the Kahnvention. Of course no one would know what that was just by name alone…
Whatever. Shut up, you don’t own me.
What about KahnCon?
Phil’er up honey, we’re headed to KahnCon.
Haha! Oh Zack. I fucking hate you.