Michael Rooker, Adrianne Curry, Shane West, Grant Imahara, Me, and Meg Turney after a fucking amazing Superfight episode at Petco Park.
The final villain of this episode was Abraham Lincoln / Long metal claws pop out of hands / On a Segway. #superfight
Robert Kirkman and I on set for episode one. God damn that was fun.
People are buying Superfight shirts.
I have free reign in empty baseball stadium.
So this is happening Thursday at Petco Park. We are filming episodes of Superfight in front of hundreds of people. It’s going to be insane.
San Diego bound. I mix these decks up, and some kid cosplaying as Zelda draws a card that says “IS REALLY INTO BESTIALITY (BUT IN A WEIRD WAY)”. I shouldn’t have this kind of responsibility.
Congratulations on your success in building a small empire or two and then having a larger empire acknowledge what you’ve created and reward you further, luckyshirt. To me you’ll always be the dude I bothered for a photo 5 years ago at a get-together in Manhattan (babyface pictured above) and have occasionally bothered since. Enjoy ComiCon.
Oh hell. Thanks, brother.
And thank you to everyone else who has been so damned nice and supportive through everything.
Look at this picture. We were puppies when we all met in that bar for the first time three thousand years ago.
I found your next favorite album and group. You’re welcome.
Went in the water a third time today because fuck it. Now I look like a lumberjack of the ocean who fronts an eighties synth band.
THE CREATOR OF THE WALKING DEAD TOOK OVER PRODUCTION OF SUPERFIGHT. That is what I have wanted to yell for months, and have only just this minute been allowed to say. I went to them to ask them to make a Walking Dead expansion. They said yes, and that they want to help with everything. While leaving me in place for creative decisions. Now I’m heading to San Diego to speak on a panel with Kirkman and Norman Reedus (Daryl on The Walking Dead) about the future of Skybound (Kirkman’a company) and Superfight. At the same time, I was asked by Wizard World to fly around the country and play the game on celebrity panels. That is my life now. It’s perfect. This means great things for Superfight. That’s obvious. But anyone who thinks that’s where my excitement ends hasn’t been paying attention to me. Because more importantly, it means amazing things for Find the Starlight. I know Find the Starlight is weird. And hard to follow. That was intentional. It won’t always be that way. And now that this is my life, it is about to become something nobody is ready for. Least of all me. So that’s it. I took lemons, made lemonade, froze that lemonade in the shape of a club, and used that club to beat the shit out of this life and its stupid lemon-handing face.
"GRANDMA’S MY NAME & SPOILIN’S MY GAME." I want to get this license plate frame. Then I’ll pull up to people at red lights and yell shit like "SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE." Then I’ll flip them off, smoke my tires, and speed away. Then I’ll wait for them at the next light. When they get there, I’ll say "Oh, and my name is Grandma." Then we will all laugh, and I’ll find a new therapist.