"Ancient spirits of evil, transform this decayed form to Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living!"
I know exactly how he feels and what he's going through. Well... except when I say it, I don't transform. I just stay as an old man in red bathrobe wrapped in toilet paper. But I do feel evil-er.
I haven't seen the outside world for a while now. The only external contact I have is when the solicitors from the Los Angeles Times call; and I keep them talking for so long that even they have to look for a reason to get off of the phone with me. The pizza delivery guy has to shove each individual slice through the mail slot. Small tip: Pizza tastes better when it's hit the carpet face down and has picked up debris from godknowswhere. And as a final sign of dementia, I've given up on wearing pants all together - which that door to door U.S. Census guy said that he wasn't too comfortable with. His eyes and quick glimpses to my Hanes comfort waistband boxer briefs told a different story, however.
Anyway, my most favoritest convention, Charlotte's HEROESCON is next month! I'm excited as hell as I will be in attendance with cohorts MING DOYLE, STEPHANE ROUX, and MIKE CHOI. Let's hope that for their sake and for the sake of everyone in attendance that my pants embargo has remedied itself by then. More details to come about what I'll have available as the date draws closer.
For now, enjoy the image. "HOOOO!"