I, sadly, have to start out this blog, not with my normal tone. My tone that causes an uproar. The tone that shatters dreams, and hurts peoples' weak, penetrable, soft and gooey egos. I like to think that that tone has long since died. I was going to write a retraction to my previous blogs, and I was going to stretch out this paragraphs summary into that blog, but what the hell? It wouldn't do me any good, and I feel as if bygones are bygones with everyone. People have learned to take a joke, and my work here is done.

Today is a new era. And with that in mind I give you this new blog entitled, "The Man, the Myth, the Legend."

The title would have one assume that this blog would be more of the same, but that's just to lure the regulars back, but this blog isn't about me. It isn't about my penis, or my getting laid. Like I said, new leaf, so it's about a different man, and how that man brought other men, and a woman together.

That man is "Weird" Al Yankovic. And let us meet our cast of stars:

First, you have yours truly, in the past I feel enough has been said about me for everyone to be updated on what is, essentially, me:





Next, we have Kevin. Ladies, he's available, and he loves the Detroit Rock scene.


Next on the roster we have Rob. Obviously the love of my life because, frankly, I have more pictures of him and I on my computer than anyone else; and when I say "together" I mean "posing as a couple," not him and I standing next to eachother. Check us out:







Lastly, and most certainly not least, the girl whom I need a lot more pictures with, we have April. She is amazing, funny, lovely, and well-educated. And she knows as well as I do that the comma before the "and" in the previous sentence is called a "Harvard Comma." A girl that understands the brilliance that is "The Critic." And catches me quoting the rarest of the rare nicktoons. I wuv her:



This is less a picture of us and more of a guy tripping balls behind us. According to his story he was feeling the POWER OF ROCK!







She's never in the center of the pictures because believe you me, it's damn hard to take a picture of someone while not letting the move away from you. That's why April had to take all of Rob's and my pictures. Why neither Rob nor Kevin exchanged the favor is only because how infinitely jealous of April and I they are, but who can blame them.

And special cameo by punk rock baby!



Now the man of the hour. The one man that can bring all these people together. Mr. "Weird" Al Yankovic:

Opening with a polka:



Bubble Machine!



It's all about the Pentiums WHAT!?



RATM Reunion:



Even the dead have risen for this show:



Some serious sinners:



The Obese:



And the reason we were all there. Only because we are all white and nerdy:





That man works wonders. He brought people from everywhere together. And if you've never seen him live, I really recommend it.

You may be asking why anyone would want to read any of this, and the answer is simple. The fact of the matter is that you probably wouldn't, but the moral of the story is that I got to see "Weird" Al and you didn't.

And I also had to point out that Rob and I have more "couple" pictures that April and I.

And I can't wait until all of my friends are together again.