Mutant Summit III: This Time, Pooly Made Cupcakes!

Justin: I'm kinda proud of taking this picture. We were on one of those pirate swing ships, sitting opposite of each other so that we could gaze into each other's loving eyes, and also try to hock loogies once one of us was in the air. Here I'm taking a shot of Pooly straight down. Oh, and I should probably mention that by our mere presence, we raised the average age in the park from 13 to 19.

PoolMan: It WAS a young day at the fair. Granted, we were there in mid-July on a Thursday, so chances are good that most of the patrons are out-of-school kids, but boy, we got to feeling OLD. Thankfully, Justin's my senior, so he go to feeling OLDER.

PoolMan: You know how we're always joking about having to talk each other into embarassing photo ops? This one didn't take too much coercing.

Justin: Oh, mermaid of the deeps! How I wish that you were real! How my heart desires your loving embrace! How annoying it was for the park workers to have to peel me off of you in order to restart the ride!

PoolMan: At 3' 6", I know SOMEONE who won't be fighting Mothra anytime soon, don't I?

Justin: Ha ha. Yes, we all like to have fun with height jokes. Har de har.

Justin: The horror. The horror. Also, the swing ride! The swing ride!

PoolMan: I somehow think that whoever designed these seats, with the "up the middle" seatbelt didn't have skirted women or kilted men in mind. That is all.

PoolMan: I remember waaaaaay back in the day reading a political comic which featured a woman in a pantsuit and a Scot in a kilt standing outside a pair of bathrooms marked only with the male and female stick figure symbols, like the one above. Let me tell you, everyone, I understand this comic now in a way no amount of Zen meditation could ever reveal.

Justin: Why we took this picture is pretty obvious. The funnier thing about it was that while Sean was ducking into the doorway to take it and I was prepping the camera, at least three female-types were trying to make a break for the restroom but couldn't because of us, and thus veered away like the aborted attack on the second death star. "Pull up! The kilt is still operational!"

Justin: My arrival at Vancouver Int'l and Sean picking me up. Obviously, he loves his artistic photoshop creation, "Rollercoaster Justin With Boobs" (c.2003) a little too much, but hey, he was the one who had to stand there holding this freakish sexual picture while I was able to blend in with Canadians by asking for beer and belching "eh?".

PoolMan: The time-honoured tradition of waiting at the airport with an embarassing sign for the other Mutant has grown to be quite fun. Probably mostly because I've gotten to do it twice in a row (and a third time when J comes to my wedding next summer, yes!), but I cringe in fear with what he'll no doubt have waiting for me when next I venture to the plain gray marshlands of Michigan.