Maybe you don’t know this, but we’re going to PAX EAST.

As foretold in the the ancient books of Hiruldiath, three warriors shall journey north to the chilly lands of Bos-Town. They embark on what will surely be the trials of their lives. Visible only from the break of the morning sun, perched high atop a golden spire resides the ancient God of Paximus. An obsidian crown drapes across his furrowed brow, his fingers wrap around a platinum, jeweled scepter like a viper around its prey. Our humble warriors know not the hardships that await them, nor do they care. They cast forth into the wind, leaving their homes and families behind (except, Lance) in their pursuit of beer and nerdy jokes. When the moon is full and dangers lurk in every tenebrous alley, pray for them dear listeners, for they know not what lies ahead…

WE’RE GOING TO PAX, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We also have stuffs to give away and t-shirts to sell. If you’re gonna be there too, come find us and say “hello.” We’ll give you a button for your trouble and maybe even a hug just as long as our dicks don’t touch. NO HARDON COLLIDERS THANK YOU!

We have some stuff lined up: a live podcast at some point, possibly some Catan drinking games with Canadians, etc.. etc.. I’ll be taking pics and video clips and we’ll be interviewing people, so hopefully we’ll have some sound bytes and video for the site when we return, more so than last time. I’m sure awesomeness will happen… a lot. Also, Lance should be putting a fancy wallpaper up to commemorate our journey this Friday. So look for that if you’re stuck at home like a chumpasaurus.

PEACE OUT, BUTTLOVE!!