Dear Diary, on Saturday, netik, lilmissnever and I went downtown to watch the dry run for the Apocalypse. What it looked like: rent-a-cops closing off a street where a bunch of firemen sat on folding chairs drinking coffee. We also failed to find even a single zombie.

Then lilmissnever took us to what I can only describe as a furry convention. It was a release party for an "elegant gothic lolita" magazine (all three words are false!) I lasted about 45 seconds before I had to flee. There was a pink sugar cookie decorating contest, and a seven foot tranny bunny (no, not Scotty). And this was no mere bunny mask, but a full facial prosthetic, like this.

Overheard: "I really want a fox tail? Because I already have a wolf tail?"