Ok welll the Con is officially over but my job here is not yet done. I still have to attend the " Dead Dog " party that my boss for the week, Bob throws. This party is considered THE party by all who attend the Comic Con. Only the elite gain entrance to the halloed halls that are Bill's Chicken Shack. Almost from the day we get to San Diego people come up to us in search of Bob, the list master, to get an invite to this monster party. The flow steadily rises until Sunday, the last day when there is a non stop torrent of whimpers and whines from the people who thought they were cool. That is until they watlzed up to Max ( when you need something you call Max ) and he told them no you are not special and no you can not come to THE party. I know it is a little snobbish but sometimes it is fun to see shrug away with their tail between their legs. The fact that Max says no to some people doesn't always matter because they will track down bob with scud missile like accuracy and he will grant them their wish to go to the ball. What is so special about this party that makes people go bonkers trying to get into it? Im not really sure. For me it is the free food and open bar. A few years ago it was to say that I ate dinner with my favorite artist. But I am not really sure why everyone else is soo keen on getting admission to this E ticket ride of a night. So I am sure that you are wondering if this party is soo cool and hard to get into what the hell am I doing smack dab in the middle of all the action. Well the answer is nepitism of sorts. I know the the host and ( some would say ) more importantly I know the bouncers. It pays to know people.
Now on to our Autobot update. Tragicly this year there was no Autobot sighting. I am not sure what this means but lets pray it's not the worst.