Comfest and Corncobs

Man, getting the call from the Comfest committee still feels good, no matter how old one is. And, so, here we are, prepping to tear it up on the Off Ramp stage on Sunday at 2:50 sharp.

Everybody with half a brain knows that Sunday is funday at Comfest.  The corncob quotient is low, as most of the morons who can’t hold their hoppy CBC drafts are exhausted and hungover to hell by that point in the weekend.  Thus, a handsome collection of good natured folks usually gather around the tent by mid-afternoon on Sunday.  And there we shall be, loud and happy as hell, dropping the hammer.  2:50.  Don’t be late.

Happy Comfest!