You know, for kids!
Happy Birthday, Aaron Odland!
It is on this day, somewhere between 25 and 50 years ago, that Aaron Odland was born. Now, having emerged from both the Magic Kingdom and the powerful grasp of the tree people, Aaron lives in the rocky cliffs of San Francisco. Eating seagulls and fresh oysters, he ponders ways to mold God’s green earth to his iron will. Congratulations on your many years of life, Aaron! Herrmania.com salutes you!
Another incredible image from E3
Okay, so this is just a cardboard cutout. Now that video games and movies are so tightly linked, E3 has all kinds of previews and teasers for new movies. There were also things for Chicken Little, Spiderman 2, A Series of Unfortunate Events, etc. Personally, I think Van Helsing could have skipped the movie all together and just come out with the game. Or, at least, they could have given me a controller to hold onto while I was sitting in the theater…
I am the man (standing next to Dr. J).
While I was in New Orleans for NCTA, I got to meet (or at least have my picture taken with) Dr. J. I loved Dr. J when I was a kid, and I remember throwing up shots on the playground and calling out “Dr. K”. Although, in retrospect, Dr. K sucked compared to Dr. J. Anyway, it was fun to get to see Julius Erving in person and take a picture next to him and two random people from ESPN. Thanks for standing in my picture, guys.
Welcome to Geekfest 2004
Ah, yes. This is the time of year when nerds bring their pasty white bodies out into the sun and then flock into a big, dark, loud convention center to look at all the new video games. As you can see, they needed to hire extra security to keep all the overstimulated gamers from getting too excited. I have to admit, I was somehow able to walk amongst them unnoticed, and I did enjoy checking out new video games up until the point that the ear-splitting noise gave me a very uncomfortable headache. Now that I have braved the chaos of E3, I can start working on my Christmas list.
Welcome to Bourbon Street
This is what Bourbon Street looks like in the daytime when you’re sober. I won’t tell you what it smells like.
