I'm not going to bother explaining the story because half of it is in vague lyrics, another part in a comic book with an ever-changing illustrator (can you say distracting) and then another part of this story was ruined by the aforementioned novel.
It was honestly the worst thing I've ever read, and I love Claudio Sanchez like he is my own flesh and blood.
I already wrote a post about the first time I met Claudio, found here.
The second time I met Claudio went a little something like this:
I didn't ask if he recognized me, because I didn't want to destroy my original credibility as a college reporter who just happened to be a fan. This would make me crossover into super-stalker-ommigod-why-are-you-doing-this territory.
That's not saying I regret my decision to slather my face in blue eyeshadow and dress up like a blue angel to meet one of my musical heroes. No. It was awesome.
So, here are some highlight pictures from that great day:
My whole blue suit is pretty awesome. And slightly embarrassing; why am I posting this?
Oh, right. Because I'm lazy.
The day ended with me taking home some free goodies, a signed copy of Prize Fighter Inferno (I judged that album here) and a bunch of awesome comics.
I cannot think of an ending for this post. Here is a lizard entering an oasis in the desert:
I hope that will suffice.