That's me, doing what I do best. Which is acting like a raging dork. While at a party. A good party, even. (You may not be able to tell that it was a good party judging by the fact that I was sitting in the corner in a back bedroom, but it was. I'm told.)

When faced with large groups of people I sometimes tend to do this thing called 'be antisocial'. Maybe you've heard of it. (Topher, if you're reading, you know this is true. We met at a small party of sorts, when I was hiding out on the ground next to the couch, so as to stay out of the conversation. And then you and I started talking about comic books and ignored everyone else. It was awesome.)

I'm generally fine in social situations with smaller groups, and I kind of love going out, as that's where all of the good alcohol is. For me, being antisocial is less a matter of being shy (which I am, but not crippling so) and more about the fact that most people act a certain way at bars and parties, or in large groups, and that way is STUPID.

(Uh, not like me getting wasted and playing with the host's toys is any better. I don't look too fucked up, but that fact that I allowed this moment to be captured on film should serve as proof that, oh boy, I was.)

At a party I don't want to gossip, I don't want to nod my head in faux sympathy while a relative stranger bitches about everything under the sun, and I really, really don't want to be impressed (so feel free to stop trying).

I do want to play with your video games and toys, drink your alcohol, and look at your books.

So I'm going to take it as a really good sign that the party I'm going to this weekend has a singular focus: Guitar Hero. I've never played, but I'm pretty sure that the rock? I CAN BRING IT.

I may actually even talk to other human beings while there. But I'm not holding my breath.