This movie panel is jammed packed. It’s a Q&A and the fans flocked to the open Mic. Like half the room got up and went to stand in line.
1941, X-Men: The Last Stand, Spiderman 3, La La Land, Thor Ragnarok, Santa Claus : The Movie, Oceans 11, You Dont Mess With The Zohan, Logan, Alien 3, Fantastic Four, Where The Wild Things Are, Greatest Showman, Batman v Superman, Murder Party, Lion King, Up, Hudson Hawk.
Lots of groans, hilarious!
It’s only just begun! A view along Artists Alley for all you dear readers. It is slightly low press, as compared to previous years, which is remarkable and somewhat less distracting. Which I like.
Also, today is brought to you by trolley and bungee: 
BCW, Braunschweiger, Copernicus, and Wittgenstein. Classic names in comics.
The Hyatt could give any newspaper away for free. This is what they chose: 
Not the USA Today or the Times or even the Chicago Tribune. No. The Wall Street Urinal.
That’s targeted and meaningful. No. This is Chicago. Not New York. And even still, if it was New York, then it should be the Times anyways! Not this toilet paper rag. Tsk tsk tsk.
The time is right again, the stars are in alignment and the Great Lake has receded to reveal the Convention Center of the Old Ones, the Display Space of the Insane Damned, McCormick Place in Chicago Illinois! Tentacle monsters, inexplicable seaweed tresses, and the definite sense that maybe Jim Butcher used the entire building as inspiration for the Harry Dresden stories.
We have purchased snack foods and purified water supplies. Healthy snacks with an eye to fiber and protein that we can carry with us on our travels without having to purchase an $8 cuppa coffee or a $17 hot dog or a $25 dollar slice of microwaved pizza. We can sit down and enjoy our snacks in the places reserved for buying patrons and enjoy when frustrated concessioners make their precious frowny faces at us as we enjoy our own treats.
I probably have enough for a two week adventure, and that’s okay. It’s all shelf stable and not going anywhere, and it’s all good for me anyhow, so I can drag anything to work and use it to battle low blood sugar hangries.
The cat sitter is set. I have to get a few more cans of food for Ysy, that’s tomorrow during lunch. Then we will be off for a cavalcade of sitting and watching and enjoying as geeks, dorks, and nerds celebrate pop culture, comic books, and social and economic planetary domination over the uninteresting residuals of the species.
We’re all judging you. With our little plastic wrapped booklets of artwork and our little trollies full of collectibles worth more than your entire educational experiences combined. Then we’ll store all of it in perfectly airless preservation solutions until we remember much later that we have any of it and how much is stacked up…?
And we will laugh, privately, and amusingly while the residuals go out to buy diapers and formula.
I tried to buy a 1.3oz tin of Reuzel Beard Balm from Amazon. Twice they shipped me Blue Pomade. Why?
Because Amazon has a GIGO problem. Check out this snapshot I just took. The wrong one is on the left, the right one is on the right. Look! At! The! Labels!
Amazon will always error out here because they have totally mislabeled the entire stack supply at distribution! So anyone who orders this will get the wrong thing. Thankfully my barber will trade one for the other, so it’s fine. Honestly I should just buy it from my barber. Lesson learned.
Stupid dullard Amazon. You done fucked up now. Morons.
So, Amazon shipped my Reuzel Beard Balm and… WRONG AGAIN IN THE SAME WAY. So instead of sending out another tin which is wrong, they want me to ship it back. LOL. Fucking Amazon, man. And this is the dark side of Jeff Bezos’s company. Top notch work you fucking dullards.
I wrote this letter as a reply to the fifth or sixth sales representative with AT&T. They are attempting to sell us fiber optic data services. I directed them to our Telecom MSP as a professional courtesy, as I do to all sales folk who directly appeal to us. It’s just good business practice, the MSP exists to handle the complexities of telecommunications for us.
Hello,
You’ll be the fifth AT&T sales associate that I have written this to, so here goes… Please direct all sales inquiries for the COMPANY domain to MSP. Person 1 and Person 2 have been CC’ed to this email. Please feel free to share this detail with any other AT&T sales associates who might want to contact us, or not, as we are just forwarding all of this to our Tcom MSP.
We are now considering AT&T to be harassing us, but since your company doesn’t seem to understand cease and desist, we’ll just keep on sending all of you to our MSP. I would ask to be taken off the list and to “Please Stop”, but AT&T isn’t interested in stop. Perhaps AT&T doesn’t have a clear definition of the word stop.
Here… here’s the definition of stop:
stop |stäp|
verb (stops, stopping, stopped)
1 [ no obj. ] (of an event, action, or process) come to an end; cease to happen:his laughter stopped as quickly as it had begun | the rain had stopped and the clouds had cleared.
• [ with present participle ] cease to perform a specified action or have a specified experience: she stopped giggling | [ with obj. ] : he stopped work for tea.
• [ with present participle ] abandon a specified practice or habit: I’ve stopped eating meat.
• stop moving or operating: he stopped to look at the view | my watch has stopped.
• (of a bus or train) call at a designated place to pick up or let off passengers: main-line trains stop at platform 7.
• Brit. informal stay somewhere for a short time: you’ll have to stop the night.
2 [ with obj. ] cause (an action, process, or event) to come to an end: this harassment has got to be stopped.
• prevent (an action or event) from happening: a security guard was killed trying to stop a raid.
• prevent or dissuade (someone) from continuing in an activity or achieving an aim: a campaign is under way to stop the bombers.
• prevent (someone or something) from performing a specified action or undergoing a specified experience: you can’t stopme fromgetting what I want.
• cause or order to cease moving or operating: he stopped his car by the house |police were given powers to stop and search suspects.
• informal be hit by (a bullet).
• instruct a bank to withhold payment on (a check).
• refuse to supply as usual; withhold or deduct: the union has threatened to stop the supply of minerals.
• Boxing defeat (an opponent) by a knockout: he was stopped in the sixth by Tyson
ORIGIN Old English (for)stoppian‘block up (an aperture)’; related to German stopfen, from late Latin stuppare ‘to stuff.’
Please Stop.
Please Go Away.
No, We do not want any. Even if we did, we don’t anymore.
Thanks
We’ll keep getting helpful AT&T sales reps until I create a spam filter for the att.net domain and route everything to the trash, which really, I should do out of professional courtesy to AT&T. If it wasn’t for the fact that they at some point could email me about repairs, that would be something I could seriously consider. Alas, I may have to just start ignoring them with my delete key.
Unless they … stop… HA! HA! HA! They don’t know the word, “Stop.”
Tonight’s dreams were sponsored by a blend of La La Land, a free ranging musical where strange behavior and boundless physical endurance meet a totally romanticized New York City where there is traffic where traffic is romantic and piers providing perfect picturesque vistas of the cityscape that obviously do not exist. Complete with the background orchestra that provides the structure for the dancing, running, and singing. And nobody is a fat tubby bitch who runs out of gas in the first ten minutes and can’t get past midtown without an oxygen tank and a blintz. Oy Gevalt.
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
P. G. Wodehouse, The Man Upstairs (1914)
British humorist & novelist in US (1881 – 1975)
I heard a loud thump outside and I sprang to check the CX-5. Nothing wrong. But then I happened to notice my neighbor with a unique posture. He was between his house and his garbage trundle. Hands down, centered, with the look of bladder relaxation that all men get. And then he shook himself off and got in his car and drove off. His house, he can pee on it if he wants to. I suspect he may not be a family man. LOL.