Enough of that jazz, I'm talking Comic-Con and I'm cosplaying as old timey press. I'm sick of the bloggers, internet journalists and whatever a Twitterists might be called other than Twitterists dressing like the Russians one. Frankly, there un-American jerks. No beef, with a side of fries for those other journalists dressed up as other stuff, but those dressed in the simple dress shirt of today with jeans you shame your mother and Editor-in-chief.
As Editor-in Cheif of this fine publication, stayed tuned for all sort of updates of all the wonder you will only hear of from the internet and thousand other outlets there.
