Last night Mark came over so he and I could fuck around with some revoicing gags. They never really went anywhere brilliant but we were having a good time lying around doing it, and then we hit on the idea of having him run down to Teen Girl Squad's back yard party in his underwear, pretending to be someone who had just stumbled in off Taste of the Danforth looking for a party. Me and D-Coc and Demetre and Chris and Brandy watched from the balcony. IT WAS GODDAMN TREMENDOUS. Naturally Rachel was up like a shot asking him to come join the party and have a drink; by that point Mark was humping Dana's scooter and singing Guns n' Roses at the top of his lungs. By the time he got back up to our apartment, he and I just collapsed on each other laughing.

It was around that point that I noticed that I've been taking very unimportant things seriously lately, particularly as regards girls, my life, and the general orientation of the horizon line. I then tried, and failed, to get the assembled masses to watch Symbiopsychotaxiplasm.

D-Coc spent about ten or fifteen minutes prowling around the edges of my DVD bankruptcy plan like a bomb-defusing robot, trying to find flaws; he was defeated by my magnificent brain. That's another thing: my all-Zim diet lately has resulted in my using phrases like "He was defeated by my magnificent brain!" and "Shut your noise tube, Taco Human!" with rather more frequency than I have before. Which admittedly is really only funny to me. But then that's true of just so many things.

I actually slept solidly - like really solidly - for the first time in ages and then woke up this morning thinking that the TGS party was still going on downstairs; I was gonna stumble down in my bedsheets with the rum and say "Excellent, are we carrying on?" but it must have just been an audio shadow in my dream brain cuz all was quiet as a millpond. Now I'm sitting in the Starbucks watching giant hose machines suck up the Waste of the Danforth. First of all, giant hose machines: awesome. Second: they gotta stop this TOTD thing before it gets any bigger; it's like a mega-sized alien paramecium that's eating my life. I even made a new arch-enemy out of the deal: last night Mark and I were trying to navigate through the crowd and ended up stuck in a bottleneck for like ten minutes; as we were finally getting out of it I said "hey, at least we made some new friends" and this tiny woman immediately behind me said "or enemies!!" in a menacing fashion. PREPARE TO MEET YOUR HORRIBLE DOOM, SHORT WOMAN! I brook no treaty with neo-nemeses. If TOTD brought out the best in people I'd be all for it but if it's stirring up a cauldron of super-villains then it must be stopped. Today, I fly the colours of Kal-El, last son of Krypton. Let them come.