Next Thursday night, right after what I'm sure will be an intellectually stimulating day at work, I will be hopping in my SUV piled high with fur and booze and weaving my way to San Jose for my seventh Further Confusion.

Once more (and probably for the last time) I'll be at the Marriott, getting in sometime around 8:30 pm. Once there, I'll be sharing a wonderful luxurious weekend with my friends the furries, the volleyball players, their parents, and the new kids on the block, the potheads! Freak show? Bah!

I'm hoping I can secure parking in the garage before the vollyballers set up their coffee and sweat-scented Hooverville in there. If successful, I'll snag my badge, offload all the goodies and see what kind of trouble I can get into that late in the evening.

If you'll be at the con, feel free to stop me and say "hey". I'll either be the disheveled old fat dude wandering about, the disheveled old brown bear wandering about or the disheveled old polar bear wandering about. You have many options!

See ya there!