bathos, guignol, yadda yadda yadda.

After picking up my comics yesterday, J. and I went next door to the gaming shop because he needed dice. Why did he need dice? Because Pagan Mike has inviegled him into taking up D&D again. Which is ok by me because it's all retro.

OMG.

I have never been in such a nerdly setting as that store. I had geek cooties crawling all over me. GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF AAAAGGGHHH

There was this guy there with his kid. He was ignoring the kid and playing MTG with the douchebaggy Steve-Dave looking counter guy. Then this other guy came from the back and he looked like Willam and I was like FUCK I AM IN AN EVIL ALTERNATE KEVIN SMITH NERDVANA and I started to sweat. And sneeze from airborne flocking from the Warhammer playing field (which I wanted to stick my abc gum on, really)

(yes, the irony of me holding a bag with $147 worth of comics inside was not lost upon me.)

So we got the dice and got out of there and I was like "I AM NEVER GOING IN THERE EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME? THEY WANTED TO TOUCH ME AND MY XX CHROMOSOMENESS." and J. was all "sure. let's get a sandwich." and I was like "DAMN RIGHT, YO."

Bring on the anti-D&D Chick tracts, yo!