7pm: I go onstage in two hours. And I am FRIED. Luckily my vision hasn’t blown out yet, but it’s getting there. Thank christ I don’t have a scripted talk. Bad news is, I have to think on my feet instead. It’s going to get random, and probably very filthy. Bad enough I just told a room full of Tomb Raider fans that the animation company cut out a scene with a flying womb that looks a bit like the Pope that shat out hordes of bats with Dick Cheney’s face.
Live From The Field
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