This is my final year as Unemployed Skeletor. In October will mark the 4 year anniversary of this crazy idea that so many of you enjoyed. I'm writing this blog to inform you that I will be attending SDCC working for the amazing company 80's Tees! Expect a video blog soon(as my alter ego) telling you more info. And for my East Coast peeps, i have 1 more con that i will be attending: Baltimore Comic Con in October.

The truth of the matter is a lot has gone down in my personal life this year. Some good, some not very good at all. On My 20th, my mother died unexpectedly and it has made me do some soul searching. My path is and will forever be comedy. You all deserve the best from me, and to be honest for the first time I see the end coming with this character.

I will put on a great show for 80's Tees at SDCC, and I will do the same at Balt-Con, but as far as blogs im tapped out, and its not fair to you all to watch crap. Maybe I should have walked away a while back, and I know some of you have already moved on. This character has always been an amazing crazy ride. I cannot thank you all enough for getting it. You make me smile every time you thank me or tell me that I make you laugh. It means the world to me. That's all I want to do, is make people laugh. But again, creatively I am limited with this character both for copyright reasons and financial reasons. Plus earlier this year my ideas started shifting to an all new ORIGINAL character I have begun working on.
LAVA-ROID is a character I hope you all take this journey with me as well. I will be publishing a one shot comic in October and a live action trailer/promo reel will go online around the same time. Please add me at:

www.myspace.com/lavaroid

This idea is even more insane than Skelly and I hope you enjoy whats to come. I am also finally jumping back into stand up after a long sabbatical. In fact if you are attending SDCC you will be able to see me that Sunday night at a comedy club in San Diego! More details to follow.

Again, I'm grateful for this ride. And maybe one day I'll eat my words but again I just have a feeling that isn't shaking from me. And I feel if I write this, it will make it more concrete. I know in the past I said the weekly blogs were done and they were but yet still more blogs followed occasionally . Lately tho, I just don't have any new ideas. But I will be taping blogs at both SDCC & Balt-Con, so the journey isn't over quite yet.
I really hope you see that I am not a one trick pony....I'm not even a pony..........can a pony type?!?!? Didn't think so! I really hope you follow me at www.kevinconn.com and add LAVA-ROID (www.myspace.com/lavaroid)

And that's it for now. Expect more details to come in the coming weeks about SDCC :D

Let me start off by saying that I was not a fan of Michael Jackson. That isn't to say I didn't like his music, but growing up in the 80's, I never followed him. I personally believe that "Off the Wall" is his best album. I'm saying this because some of you may think I'm writing this because of being a fan. That is not true.
I also want to say that this piece will be all over the place and I hope in the end it will make sense to both you and me. :)
We are and shall ever be children. Our bodies will grow old and we will die. Others may not grow old, but they will pass on too. We are all human beings, no matter what we do in our lives, the spark when we are born we are pure and innocent. Time is what changes us. Our actions define us, and no one can judge our actions, only we can. Because the worst demons live within us. Whatever you believe in is right and wrong at the same time and that is okay. We are only human. We are unique but not special. We live amongst all things living. I know nothing, therefor I am, and all is right with the world.
See? What did I tell you? It's gonna be all over the place. 7:30 last night I read that Michael Jackson is dead. I am a bit shocked but then become sad. Not because of his death but because the man had not been dead for an hour and already the hate filled comments and jokes had begun.
In the last month my life has changed, bit by bit and it will continue to do so. On May 20th my mother died. I have said this before and I will always remember this, that until I met my wife, my mother was the strongest woman I knew. My mother was the only one is my blood family that ever understood me, even if it was just a little bit, it was enough. So when I read these mean comments I thought "Did someone in this world say something cold and evil about my mother after she died?" "Did they truly know her?" Because as her son I can safely say I didn't know everything about her. So what gives you the right to judge?

There is a God. There is no God. God is everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. All is connected.

My mother's passing has brought many memories spewing from my soul. Things that should not matter, now do. Memories of us shopping are as important as the dance with my mother at my wedding. I do not understand why, and in some ways I never will. Because I am human and though we have been here for thousands of years, we are still children. We still have to grow. We still do not understand. We do not fully see the connection, but is and shall always be there.
Tiny fragments. Little things, those are the things that count. We say this about our friends and family. We believe that in the end, it is those small quiet beautiful moments that matter most and that is what we were here to do. So can it not be thought that maybe it goes the same way for all the hateful tiny comments, the mean quick jokes we tell. Don't those count too?
We cannot fathom what life truly is, we can only ride this guessing wave. Yet we cannot admit to all that we are scared. That we feel the same way about so many things. That we are right and wrong. We use words or war to divide us. We create ways of hurting and killing those around us. "Killing in the name of..." And we will never know what each human being is feeling.
We mourn the loss of a celebrity as if we knew them. We didn't and we did. We feel a connection on some level. They touched a part of our soul that only you can know. I have never met Peter Gabriel, but the day he passes I will cry like a child, because that individual helped guide me through rough times.
A celebrity has a strange life, they are chosen to be a great human by us and then are torn down by us. The same news media that put on there sad faces yesterday were the same ones who coined the phrase "Wacko Jacko". It's all bullshit. It's all lies. Why does Mary Hart have to act sullen while showing a picture of his dead face,yet on the picture the words"exclusive" is stamped on there? Why do you need to do that? For money? To use sad piano music at the end of the year when you have a retrospective, yet were right there when accusations were brought up that he molested a child?
Here is the deal. In the world of porn the most evil thing that exists is kiddie porn, and as I type this I feel like I shouldn't have to even say it because that should be a given. So know that this is no defense on molesters. Yet I believe those charges were false, and he was never proven to be guilty. But in today's media opinion-not-news cycle , everyone is guilty until proven innocent. You want to think he and OJ got off because they were black? I don't believe that. This is not a race war it is a class war. So if you do believe they got off free, just try to think it wasn't about the color of there skin, it was the color of there wallets. Continue to fall for that bullshit, because those high above with all the power are laughing at you. And for those who say I wouldn't understand because I don't have children, then I say this. Something that not a lot of people know about me, but again lately, I feel, why hold back? When I was in 3rd grade and 7th grade I was molested by 2 separate people. One was a father of a friend the other was my age. Did this fuck me up, did I block out the pain? Yes and yes. But I stood up once more and made damn sure I wasn't going to allow those dark moments to define me. So believe me I know what it feels like to be violated, and I've seen the darkness but even back then I did not believe Michael Jackson did that to that child. There are sharks all around us and the higher you get the more they surround you.
Being a celebrity is like being in a zombie film. You are consistently trying to not get eaten. You are always pushing/closing the door to keep them at bay. And in the end you either are eaten alive or you live to see the sun rise. We cannot fully imagine what all are feeling, so that is why we mourn a celebrity.
Is any of this making sense? Because I am just letting it pour from me. But to try and define what this piece is about is that as human beings we have no idea and never know what others are thinking, or what they've gone through. Yes it's sad to some that he died, but let us also not forget that everyday millions die. That I have friends fighting back death now. That in Iran people are being swooped up for trying to change for good. That up until a few months ago, I have always battled with thoughts of suicide. "It won't give up, it wants me dead and Goddamn this voice inside my head" Again, why hold back? Now I am on medication and seeing a therapist. That there are nights my wife and I are mad at each other or other nights one of us is crying. You didn't know that. Why would you? And I don't know what you are going through unless you lower your wall. By telling this to you, does this make me weak? Does it make me bold? A coward? A fool? Maybe I just had to say this, to release this.
Why do races hate other races? It makes no sense. I get angry when a white person calls another race a slur, but I get even angrier when say a Black person hates a Jew, or a Hispanic hates a Homosexual. None of it makes sense! We are all human! If God did not want all of us to be here, guess what? They wouldn't be here!
None of this makes sense. But there are moments that do for a brief second make sense of it all. To know that only love is what binds us all together and that hate is what tears us apart, and if we only could purge that darkness, and evolve into peaceful understanding creatures, and know the unknown that all would be clear. Others have come along over the years and said these things, so I am not original for saying these cryptic words of hope. Yet most of those people are murdered. Maybe this piece of writing you are laughing at me, you are angry at me, maybe you'll tell me this or let it build up and lash out on something or someone else. I don't know because these walls are too high to see inside of you, and inside of me, and maybe it will always be like this until the end of our time, until the end of time itself. Or maybe, we can finally walk side by side and let go of that cynical hateful side, just be and "Dance you into day (sunlight)".

-Kevin Conn 6/26/2009

These ghosts are hurting me
What was once insignificant
Is now deafening
Sadness & Rage
I hold them near
Trying to shake them off
But now realizing they've always been there
Realizing, everyday
Everyday,again & again
These insignificant ghosts dig deep
All the while holding my composure
All the while digging my feet deeper in the ground
Standing still in a moving place
But learning to walk again
To use the anger, to fight back with it
To make everyday a tribute to her and other loved ones
To give conformity the middle finger
To show that while these ghosts are strong, I am stronger
I've read comic books all my life
I have to be the hero
And while I didn't get to save the last one
I shall still fight for what is right
With tears in my eyes
And clenched fists
I move forward
Infinitely

Here is my speech I read at my Mom's funeral. I am still in disbelief.



It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
I was supposed to make it and giver her everything.
You see my dream is to make it as a comedian but what a lot of you didn't know was a part of that dream was when I made it I would take care of her.
The first thing I'd do is fly her all over Europe and then buy her every doll in the world.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
She was still so young and she was so strong.
My Mother was the strongest women I knew but she never realized it.
She never saw it.
But I did.

I know I caused her unintentional heartache over the years and for that I am so deeply sorry.
But my love for her was always there.

Growing up, our family never fully expressed our emotions.
We'd let them build until we'd explode or bury them deep.

But as years passed and we got older there were quieter moments.
On the phone or like the last time I visited my Mom and told her how I felt about her.
How strong she was to me.
How I still saw that strength.
To rise everyday and just be.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
My Mom would look at photos of when she was in high school and tell me how beautiful she used to be.
She never got to realize she was always beautiful.
It never went away.
In fact it shined brighter every year.

Ever since the phone call I've cried and I've screamed mostly because of two reasons:
One, that she is gone. That I won't hear her voice again.
And that leads me into the second reason.
I've had a flood of memories come back to me small yet important ones.
Like her laugh.
Her smile.
Her kiss.
Her hugs.

How when I'd go out on weekends and come home after midnight she'd be sleeping on the couch with the TV on, but when you'd wake her she'd act like she wasn't asleep.

I remember that my Mom didn't cook much but always made BIG bowls of spaghetti.

Or how we'd talk when I'd be walking to the bus after work in NYC and talk about her TV shows and talk about the day.

Or how I moved back in with her and Gene.
Then moved out.
Aaand, then I moved back in.
I know it wasn't easy on either of them. But she took me in every time.

But two memories keep playing over and over.
When I was a kid my Mom would bribe be to get up with her really early on a Sunday morning to go and wait outside a toy store and buy my sister a cabbage patch kid. And in return I'd get an Egg McMuffin and a Transformer.
A child is easy to bribe.

At the time I loved the moment because of the fast food and new toy.
But as years went by I loved the moment because it was just me and my Mom on a cold Sunday morning in car with the heater on as she'd sing songs on radio.
It was just me and my Mommy.

And the other memory I keep seeing is when my Mom and I danced at my wedding to The Beatles tune "The Long and Winding Road".
And the one verse that keeps repeating in my head is:
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Leads me to your door

All of you here knew her as Kathleen Ehlers, Kathleen Conn, or Kathleen Genaro
My brother-in-law and wife knew her as their second Mom.
My nephew knew her as Aunt Kathy.
My niece knew her as Grandma.
My uncle knew her as his sister.
My Nanny knew her as her little girl.
And my sister and I knew her as Mom.

But most importantly we all knew her to be a beautiful, strong woman who rised up every day.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
But it did.
It happens every day to everyone everywhere.
And the one thing that connects us all, the one thing is comfort.
The comfort in memories.
The comfort in believing she is reunited with Pappy.
The comfort of knowing that they are looking down upon us, and without words telling us they are okay.
Telling us to live our lives to the fullest and be the best we can.
To be beautiful to yourself and others.
To be strong.
To just be --- here in the moment.

To be like my Mother.


I miss you so much Mommy.
I hope I made you proud of me.
I love you Mom.

Wow! Where has the time gone?!?!
No seriously, i've been in a coma....or maybe I was in the Matrix?

So here is another update for those who read this. I of course am speaking about my mom.

UPDATE! ONE!

Next month this website will be "tweaked"

New comedy dates! New Geek links! New videos!

UPDATE! TWO!

I will be attending the New York Comic Con Feb 6th and 7th. On Saturday I will be dressed up as "Unemployed Skeletor" to hand out a free dvd! What's on it, I can't say but I will only have 25 to 50, so check back a few days before to find out where I'll be!
I will also be in my new original costume promoting my short film that will go into production later this year. Get ready for "LAVA-ROID"!!!

UPDATE! THREE!

The sketch troupe RANDOM SOUFFLE is over. :( We never got it flowing properly, it's no ones fault, but it just didn't work out, but who knows, I have a good feeling I will work with those fine folks again one day! :)


UPDATE! FOUR!

I like cheese.

UPDATE! FIVE!


Expect a bunch more updates in the next coming weeks, I also see something else coming soon......my own show perhaps? Hmmmmmmm.....keep checking back for more info!

For weeks I've tried to write a blog about how I feel about this election. But with so many people writing about it, I never could think of anything to say that hasn't been said before. My voice is no more important than anyone else. Yet here I am. Is this need my ego or passion or both? I do not know. But what I do know is this: comic books.

When I was 9 years old I bought my 1st comic book. Actually i'm sure I had other comics in the past, but what makes this comic so special is that this made me a fan, a collector. "Secret Wars # 3" from Marvel comics. A tale with Captain America, Spider-Man and the rest of the Marvel Universe was in my hands. Was it the art or the story that stuck with me? Or was it that for the first time ever in my young life I saw what a hero was. I'm not sure, I mean after all I had seen all 3 "Star Wars" films, but maybe for the first time it stuck with me. Good vs Evil. Right from Wrong. Years later when I grew up, i realized that the world was not black or white but gray. But yet something has occurred over the last few years. Hope has turned to rage. Evil has risen again, and justice is a joke. But most of all everyone is lethargic. No one cares anymore. We don't need to fear an invasion from an evil terrorist group, we have already lost, we have given in. A little pessimistic on my part? Perhaps, but i've always described in my own twisted logic that i'm so pessimistic because i'm so optimistic. Follow me here. :) In the past when I've gotten verbally angry it is because my sadness has turned to anger, because I know in my heart we are better than this. We still have so much more great things to accomplish. We have been given a gift from God or whatever you believe in. We can do better, we can always do better. That is what a hero is to me. Doing something for the greater good. Coming together with your fellow man, standing next to him as equals. Because we are all heroes.

We are witnessing history. No, this isn't about a black man becoming President. This is about where America will go. Will we rise above the hate and strive for a new beginning? "The line must be drawn here, no further." We have to show the world, to our children that America can be great again, that a hero doesn't keep saying they are a hero, but doesn't show any action. I do not understand this attitude, that we can not point out faults, to show things that can be improved and yet be called Un-American?!?! I am very proud and lucky to be living in America. This is a great country but we have to have make it better--we always have to. America needs our strength. When we are oppressed we rise up! "E Pluribus Unum" is on our Country's Great Seal for a reason-- and that reason is apparent in this moment. E Pluribus Unum means "Out of Many One".

Now some of you may disagree with me, that i'm being too dramatic and maybe I am, but I keep coming back to my childhood, reading those comics and being taught that Hope,Truth, Justice and the American Way was a great idea. We can make it true again. Tomorrow we can take the first of many steps. Tomorrow we can show those who would rather complain and be hateful that this country can come together and vote for change. Tomorrow we can show the world that not all of us were asleep. Tomorrow we can move forward and show that tomorrow is finally here, and that the child within us all can rejoice at the bright future that stands before us.

I want to end with this:
"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America."


-Kevin Conn



VOTE

Where to begin? At the beginning, I guess....No, wait! I'll start with a flashforward, ala "Lost":
Kevin woke up on a plane in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, thinking the Skeletor mask was still on him, like the symbiote Venom from Spider-Man.................... ................... ...(LOST end of episode sound effect)

Note: For those who don't like to read, I will send a link filled email out later this week once all the Spike vids are up along with others I find.

Tuesday:

I leave early Tuesday morning, arrive at the airport, check in my bag for 50 bucks(ugh, thanks Bush) Then i eat at an airport restaurant called "American Bandstand", the food tastes like Denny's and Stucky's had a retarded baby. Yum. I realize after buying an Entertainment Weekly, i should have brought more reading material...........yes, i can read. I get on the plane and head down for a 2 hour layover in Charlotte. I have an early lunch at "Bojangles Chicken". I had forgotten how good there fried chicken was. Greasy yumminess. I get on the plane to San Diego, it still hasn't hit me where and what I am about to do. After listening to my Ipod for 6 hours, I arrive. Immediately I fall in love with this 72 degrees all the time city. I take a cab to the hotel, and that's when it hits me! After months of playing it cool, with an occasional outburst of giddiness, I am smiling from ear to ear: I am being paid to make people laugh for 3 days at the Nerd-mecca/Geek-orgy! I meet up with my friend Andreas(a.k.a. Snake Eyes, in the Skelly blogs) we just hang for a bit, check the net and wait for our other roommates Eamon and Emiliano. Shortly there after Emiliano shows up with Val, Emiliano didn't arrive until the next day. We head out to dinner for sushi. Nothing too crazy, since the prices were overpriced. 20 dollars for a plain eel roll? Um, no thanks. I buy them dinner because a) Emiliano offered me and Andreas the room and b) Val runs He-man.org and has helped promote Unemployed Skeletor and c) they are both really nice and cool to hang with. We head back to the hotel and just talk for a while in the lobby, check the net again 'cause that's what nerds do and then hit the sack.

Wednesday:

We get up early, go out for breakfast, walk over to the con to pick up our badges, that's the other cool thing Val did, get us exhibitor badges, which allows us to go in early and leave late. We then walk around the con, it is 10 am and the place looks like a mess, i have no idea how this place will be ready at 6pm. After this we headed back and i just kinda did nothing. Then around 5 headed back to get in the con an hour before. The line had already started when were there in the morning, so by the time i got back---wow. Insane. I go in,and to my surprise the place is 95% done. Wow, they busted there asses. I go over to the Hasbro booth to pick up a few "exclusive" figures for my friend andrew. Again, the con doesn't open until 6, but there are other exhibitors ready to buy (then sell for a higher price) so there is this blob of people forming, the security guards tell them to leave and come back at 6. They don't leave tho, they hover. As do i, waiting near the Hasbro booth. And at six o' clock, the announcer says "The con is now open." My words will never give this next part justice. Like cockroaches, about 100 exhibitors come out of nowhere, they push and elbow me and others. A few get thru then the long line for the booth is already filled in under 2 minutes, they then tell us to move to the other side, where another line has formed, we walk all the way to the other side, where another line has formed in the oppisite direction. Quite simply, it is Nerd Chaos. The pictures i take of the con and some of the video I shot will not even begin to describe how massively huge this con is. I met up with my friend Jimmy, who just happened to be near his online friend Blair Butler, one of the hosts of "Attack of the Show". She interviewed me the 2nd year at the NYCC. She is so friggin' nice. When Jimmy introduced me he said, I play Unemployed Skeletor, she then responded "Finally then man under the mask, pleasure to meet you. Jimmy then said i was Spike tv's host for the con, she then shook my hand and said, "Seriously congratulations, that's awesome." Again, very nice and cool for being a celeb, and comic book goddess. :) After walking around for 2 hours I am already exhausted. I stay for the other hour and head back, have dinner with Andreas and go to bed, not fully realizing what is about to occur tomorrow.

Thursday:

It begins. I get up at 7, head over to the con around 8:30, change and meet up with the Spike crew at 9:30. Matt the producer is really cool as are the cameraman, sound dude, editor and P.A. We head outside the con, well we try because as always the "can i have a picture with you" begins. 3 things always pop in my head when I think about the Unemployed Skeletor creation. 1)"Really, a fat guy in blue sweats? That's all it takes? Okay." 2) Two words: fucking surreal. The third one will be brought up soon. Anyhee, we head out, to tape some opening "This is Unemployed Skeletor for Spike.com at the San".....etc. I dance around, eat some flowers, direct traffic and then we head back in to go to the press line. Immediately I am hated by the press. They are snikering behind my back, later one of the press, i'm not going to say who, but on a side note if anyone has the ability, please hack movieweb.com., Anyhee this fine gentleman says in a sarcastic way:"Wow, Skeletor, i sure do love HIS questions." Now i know what i'm about to say is ironic, coming from a guy who dresses up in a costume, but grow up! No worries press people, bloggers of the world! I'm not here to take your job. Which brings me to the 3rd thing I always think about Skeletor. I know it's foolish and kinda pathetic that a grown man is dressed up in this crazy outfit. I'm not stupid, okay? There are days I want to cry because of the mean things people have said about "fat skeletor" You either get it or don't but there isn't a reason why you have to be mean. With my stand-up, with my sketch comedy, with this, all i am trying to do. Is make people laugh. That's all i want to do in this world filled with assholes.
Speaking of assholes, the press line begins and my 2nd interview is 2 of them. The first interview is the director of "The Day the Earth Stood Still", really nice guy, I say: "I'm a fan of global annihilation, are you and what are your thoughts?" He says he too is a fan and that we should team up. I say we will be tag team champions of the world. We laugh and he moves on. I notice tho, i am really fucking nervous, even with people I don't like or want to meet. Weird. Now, where was I?----right, assholes.
Keanu Reeves and Jennifer Connelly. So i was told by the producer, to ask the same question multiple times(example: offer the fake bag of pot to James Franco and then again to Seth Rogen) So I ask the same question about global annihilation. Keanu just gives me a death stare, then says "No, Jen?" I have no idea what she said but it was maybe 1 sentence dragged out for like a minute, and very sarcastic. Not the way I wanted to start. Matt, the producer from this point on seemed irked that i wasn't quick to fire back, i literally froze from this point on. This was the first time EVER doing something like this. These press lines are insane! They wil bump against you, yell at you to get out of there spot, just real scum. And there I was amonst them. Lamb amonst the lions. Matt told me,"You have to be more aggessive, don't let them leave unless the pr person moves them." Again, Matt was nice, but i could tell already he was nervous working with me. Thank God tho, what happen next. Mila Kunis, from Max Payne came over, and as you can see in the interview loved my outfit. They didn't show all of the interview, but she was really sweet and knew who I was, so that was cool. Ludacris was also nice and then the one guy who i thought was going to be rude walked over. Mark Wahlberg. As you all have seen. We hugged it out. Then totally unannounced at the same Fox panel, they showed the first trailer to "Wolverine" and then Hugh Jackman came out. He then came to the press line. Here is the other thing about these lines. They will yell at you. They being the P.R. people. So for Hugh and a few others coming up in this massive book, i mean email, when they yell at you "1 question", you better agree or there is hell to pay. I ask him how the crowd reaction was. Hugh Jackman, is the most charming man i've ever met. Yes, you can call me gay, but i mean it. Didn't rush his answer either. I then ask a 2nd question, then suddenly i hear the p.r. person scream "NO!" but while Hugh didn't get a chance to answer, he said "No, it's okay i'm having fun here." He then tried to answer but was pulled. He then said "Sorry mate." I then said "Any wokout tips?" He laughed. Awesome, Wolverine laughed at me. :) Next up was "Race to Witch Mountain" a Disney remake of there 70's film, starring Dwayne"The Rock" Johnson and Carla Gugino. Carla loved my outfit, but again not only did they say 1 question to rush them thru, we were grouped with 4 other reporters. UGH. So i asked Dwayne how it felt to have his own action figure. He mentioned how the director (standing right next to him) liked to take the clothes off. He came across really nice and funny. While I was up in the press arewaiting for this press line to begin, Seth Green sees me, stops laughs and takes 2 pics, then says "Awesome costume, man." Then we head back on the floor, and the sketch group from MTV "The Human Giant" stops and asks for a picture with me and "my rad and fuckin' funny costume". After that we tape tape some costume "babes", then we wrap it up early. I decide to stay and walk around the floor some more.That's when a fan came up to me he's mentally handicapped. Not to sound cheesy or like a politician, but it really got me emotional, as he told me all his favorite blogs, how they mad him laugh, and he and his friend thanked me, he then asked for a picture, then afterwards he checked to "make sure this cool picture came out." It was very humbling, kinda sweet wrapped in an awesome sushi roll. At 6 i head back, shower, check the net, have a fast food dinner with my buddy Andreas and go to sleepytown.

Friday:

I decide to change before i head to the con and grab a shuttle bus. Bad idea, on the bus are 4 dicks. See, most nerds like each other, sure there are snobs but those people are snobby if you don't like something they like. Then there is a small group. Dick nerds. Nerds who not think they are better than everybody but are dicks about it. Of course they didn't say anything to my face, and i was too tired to say anything back. I'm a lover, not a fighter. That's my problem sometime tho. Anyhee, to tell you how dickish they were, the main dick said"Hey i heard Heath Ledger is gonna make an appearence" followed by a cackle laugh with all his hyena friends. Just plain dicks.
The check in was changed as I was heading in, so rather than having to be there at 9:30, i now didnt need to be there until 12. Great, i could have slept in. Oh, the reason, it was changed? Warner Bros did not allow Unemployed Skeletor at any of there press times. They allowed other Spike reporters but not me, so i missed interviewing the director and cast of Watchmen. Thanks WB for not having a sense of humor! ;) So i walk the floor, which was cool, it really is wild how many people knew who i was, even a few knew i was underneath! The best tho was, a shreaking girl saying"Oh my God, are you THE Unemployed Skeletor?" For that brief moment, I was a member of The Beatles. ;) Then, as i was walking the floor 2 cast members of Reno 911,Thomas Lennon and Ben Garant came up to me and asked if they could tape me for a segment on the website funnyordie.com, the viral website Will Ferrell started. They have a series of shorts where they play 2 secret services agents. They interigated me and asked if i had any pot. I hope it's online soon,it was pretty funny. Later they saw me again and thanked me. Around noon, I met up with the Spike crew. Off to the press line. The press was a little nicer, but i was less intimidated. Fuck them and there stupid asses. Today was the Kevin Smith interview, i was excited i could finally ask him the question i tried to ask him 3 years ago at the 1st NYCC "How would you defeat He-man?" What's that? Kevin Smith press panel cancelled? Foiled again! :( But first up was Jason Mewes. Really nice, laid back guy. He seemed nervous/confused when he came over but immediately went along with it and had fun. Elizabeth Banks was next. So sweet, and the first thing she said was "I know who Unemployed Skeletor is", so that's cool, again tho, only got to ask her 2 questions. Damn, she seemed like she wanted to keep talking. Finally Seth Rogen, again we were paired up with 4 other reporters so I only got in 2 questions, but he seemed to have fun with it. Next up was "The Spirit" panel. Everyone skipped me except the director and comic book God Frank Miller. I asked him a standard "How was it like directing this film?" and he gave me a nice thoughtful answer. He comes across as intimidating, but was really nice. Then next was Sam THE MAN Jackson. He was awesome, I hope they show all of the interview, I ask him since he has played so many bad asses, if he has any tips for an unemployed overlord of evil to make a comeback? His answer was very funny.
Next up was......oh right, Kevin Smith was cancelled, so no more press for the day. We taped some more interviews on the floor with "booth babes", had a picture taken with Attack of the Show host Olivia Munn, Kevin Perriera wasn't around, then went to a late lunch where they video taped me eating chicken fingers. Guess what i did next? yup after changing a few hours after that, went back to the hotel, showed, ate Wendy's, checked the net, and slept. Kevin was too cool, i mean tired like an old man to go out and drink. Blerg.

Saturday:

I just want to start off with how cool my wife was. She gave me a card to open everyday. It helped, and today's card was the sweetest and most inspirational card yet. It really made the day start off great. Up first was a sit down interview with Carmen Electra and Kim Kardashian, stars of the fall blockbuster, oscar award winning, pulitzer prized movie called "Disaster Movie" I wanted to punch them even before I met there no talent, we've had boob job idiots. That being said, the interview went great. For those who don't know who Kim Kasdashian, she is the spoiled rich cunt who is friends with Paris Hilton and who, like Paris, released a porn of her fucking some dude. So during the interview I ask her "In this film, you play a porn star, any life event that inspired you to pl--" Immediately her PR agent screams "We're not answering that!" I moved on, but wondered, if you fucked in a porno, then play a porno star in a film, um, dontcha think that question is going to be asked? Oh,and Kim Kardashian's mom, walked in before, with a few of us in the press room, and said to her pr person after seeing me "What the fuck is that?" Ah, the rich. I felt good today, i felt alive i was finally me. I came to the comic con to do 2 things chew bubble gum and kick ass, and i was all outta bubble gum........cause they sold out, it's really busy here, so you know, that left me to do more ass kicking..................................too long? I not only walk the floor I own the fucking floor! I interview a slave Leia while she is laying on a life size prop of Jabba the Hut, so i laid beside her. I get choked by Darth Vader, I interview a buch more costume peeps, i had a hilarious interview with 3 people dressed up as Masters of the Universe characters:Trap Jaw, Teela and Evil Lyn. We then see a unicorn up high at the New Line booth, we head over to get footage, they say we cant go up because the stars of Harold and Kumar 2, Kal Penn & John Cho are doing press. Matt , the producer asks if they can squeeze us in, they do. Matt hasn't seen the films, no one has, but knowing what i learned from trailers and such, i ask them both like 5 questions, i wing it, they love me, it rules. I'm on fire. For the first time since early Thurs morn, I can see that Matt is not stressed. I finally got it. Not bad for a first timer. We then run, literally run to the press line, we are late but make it time for the cast of Terminator and Pineapple Express. Sam Worthington was so awesome, he knew about me and the blogs. Moon Bloodgood (her real name) was super sweet and had fun with me. Common, also had a fun time. Onto the Pineapple Express pressline. James Franco, was also really nice, its a shame they didn't show the entire interview, but oh well, we live in in an A.D.D. world, which i guess this is a good time to thank the 2 people who are still reading this email. The writer of Pineapple Express, Adam Goldberg ,cool nerd. Seth Rogan was next, and was even nicer today, but again only got in maybe 2 questions with him. The producer thought that it was over, so we stopped, then 2 co-stars of Pineapple came over, Danny Mcbride (Tropic Thunder, Hot Rod) and Jorma Taccone( co-writer on SNL & Hot Rod writer/co star in Hot Rod "Cool Beans") said they loved the costume and took some pictures with me. Some guys then walked by, they wanted to take a picture, i told one of them he had a cool Robot Chicken shirt on, he said "Yeah? Cool, we are 2 of the writers, thanks man." Man, this con is filled with talent! We were going to leave when we saw Judd Apatow walking down, Matt didn't have any questions ready so i winged it and again, i hope they show you most of it, cause it felt good. On the last day of the con, I finally felt alive. We then taped a goodbye/me being fired segment, came back in and taped me outside the masquerade ball, where i got up a mini stage and made all the photographers snap away and laugh, i was a ham. Then i was interviewed by NBC Seattle, newspeaktv.com, xbox 360 live, and Rotten Tomatoes. Plus found out i was on E! during the news and The Soup, plus Access Hollywood. Then we were done. We all said our goodbyes, Matt talked to me, then left. I stayed until the con was closed, walked back in costume (since i didn't bring a change of clothes) people took pics, i heard people say "That's Unemployed Skeletor" I was walking on cloud nine. For the last few days I was made fun of, i was kicked down but i got back up. Sure, i was dressed as an 80's cartoon character, but god dammit, nothing will get in my way. I want to be a successful comic, and i'll take whatever i can to get there. I don't plan on doing anymore Unemployed Skeletor blogs. I know, no one believes me, but unless i get paid, it is done. To quote the film Serenity: "There is nothing left to see."
I went back to the hotel, showed and changed, but didn't go to Wendy's, instead i went out to dinner with a couple of cool peeps, 3 of which were my roommates (Eamon, Emiliano and Andreas) Val came too along with a few other members from the coolest forum around, he-man.org, we went down to Little Italy and i had the best personal pizza i have ever had followed by the very delicious raspberry and mango cheesecake. One of the other peeps there was Tom, the man who started this for me. The MTV rep/ Unemployed Skeletor fan who gave me his card at the NYCC. I had a blast talking to him and i hope to hang with him more often. We then headed back to the hotel where i was going to have a shot with my Irish pal Eamon, but it was closed for my friend Joe's favorite show "The Sarah Silverman Program". I saw Brian Posein, Jay Johnston and british god from my all time fave show "Darkplace", Matt Berry. Alas, we weren't allowed in, and Jay kinda gave me a dirty look, like we were trying to get in. We weren't. We were in the lobby to pay for the hotel, which was more than we thought due to a....."tourism tax"????? Stay classy San Diego!


Sunday:
From 12-5 walked around, said hi to a few peeps, said goodbye to a few other peeps, ran into Jimmy from CNI, he and i did a quick con wrap up segment for his show, bought 4 graphic novels for 20 bucks (each was normally 30 bucks! I saved 100 dollars, i needed reading material anyway) then walked back, had dinner, grabed my bags and a cab to the airport, got on board, flew to Vegas, for a 1 hour layover, then at 11:55 PST, I closed my eyes as I headed back home.

During the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, i woke up, thinking the Skeletor mask was still on me, like the symbiote Venom from Spider-man.........i then realized it wasn't and then i thought of what Matt told me before we left. "Thanks again for everything. It was a blast working with you and you did an amazing job. Would you be interested in working with us in the future?" Then I thought of what Tom said to me at dinner Saturday night, when he learned about my stand-up comedy. "I'm going to get you in touch with the people I know at Comedy Central." I smiled and fell back to sleep dreaming, and looking forward to a unsure but looking brighter future. Time to get to work.

Lately I have been trying to perform outside my safe zone. Doing more open mics, and performing at other clubs than the brilliant Gotham Comedy Club. Last night, I did a set at "The Delacey" in NYC on....Delancey street. It was a fundraiser gig for a theatre company. I was on the bill, along with a band and my fellow stand-up friend Kelley Lynn. The moment we both walked in, we had a vibe. That "Oh this isn't gonna go well" vibe. In the end we basically concluded with, the people who showed up only came to support the troupe and spend money on alcohol and mingle, which is cool. I am glad that the troupe made some cash. But let's break down the evening now shall we?
The band is introduced by our friend Rodney and his co-star Liz. NO ONE IS LISTENING. "Oh this isn't gonna go well." They are the friggin hosts of the night, you would think people would atleast lower there voices, but no instead we got "LOUD NOISES!!!", to quote Brick from "Anchorman" So the band plays some 80's and 90's hits. They were okay. Lead singer didn't seem to look comfortable, but whatever they had to leave anyway to a more "important gig". While they are playing very loudly with there loud instruments, I noticed that I could still hear the crowd. "Oh this isn't gonna go well."
After a few minutes of trivia questions, Rodney calls me on stage. I have a 10 minute set prepared. I killed with this set Saturday night. Tonight however, I die with this set. My 1st joke, always a strong opener. Nothing, except loud noises. Second joke, nothing but loud noises. No one is paying attention. At this point, I could have left the stage, or panic and start to lose my focus. Instead, I simply laughed, and from that moment on began making fun of this odd situation. Making fun of how no one was paying attention. Laughing at my 2 friends in the audience who were mocking the situation as well. Making fun of how dark the audience was. Seriously you couldn't see anything, as I said I felt like I was in a black hole. I kept making fun of my jokes. Delivering them as I would normally but then when I didn't recieve any response, saying something like "I this what Hell feels like?" "Dead grandfather." "Okay 18 jokes in, and nothing" "I now know how a principal feels likes at in an auditorium." "Keyboard solo!"
Here's the thing, I actually had a great time on stage. Sure it blew up in my face but I rolled with it and just had a private gig for me and the 2 people actually listening. No worries, just having fun.
Kelley then goes up, and it's the same response! Nothing! No one cares that we are trying to make people laugh. As if they are saying,"Cookies and Beer is why I came here, dammit!" But, just like me, Kelley rolled with it, and was awesome. Just mocking every joke that no one laughed at. That's not true, there were people laughing at her set, as well as mine, but you couldn't hear them because of all the loud Cookie eatin' beer drinkin' peeps in the back. She too just began to say some funny one liners like, "Silence for Ryan Seacrest? Really?" "I could be anywhere else but here, jumping off a bridge perhaps." "Yay, pedifile jokes woke you up!" "I hate you Rodney." But the best was the last joke she performed facing the curtain. "Curtain, do you know who Casey Kasem is?" :)
To wrap this up, I really had a good time. I know Rodney and Daina felt bad, but it honestly didn't bother me. For the first time in a long while, I didn't care that the audience didn't like me, or wasn't paying attention. It made me realize, bombing isn't that bad. It's not the end of the world. Im sure there are more horrible bombing stories ahead in my future, but I hope to take it like this show. Just roll with it and have fun.
And now to end on a random CONN thought: If dogs made horror films, the monster would always be a vaccum.

Everyone knows my real name is Poopface Gobot, but the Gobot clan banished me when they found out I was immortal. Now I live among the shadows, fighting the evil forces of the lawfirm Wolfram & Hart,with help from my car K.I.T.T., hoping that the next leap will be the leap home.







Im the one on the left.

"Hey y'all", I just wanted to give you a heads up that I appeared with my fellow Random Souffle castmate Kelley Lynn on the podcast Comic News Insider w/ Joe and Jimmy(another R.S. castmember) Check it out, it's a really fun show and we have a few funny sketches thrown in there as well.

Comic News Insider # 143 www.comicnewsinsider.com

I wonder if George Michael has danced again since "Careless Whisper"?