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  Sunday: Rare and Exotic Craft Beers, Producers and Saboteurs, Hair Wants to Kill a Man, the Case of Chris and Chloe, Learning to Say No, My Head Detaches from My Body and Floats Away

  SUNDAY It’s ten in the morning. I’m not dead yet. I wake up slowly to the sound of my phone vibrating across the nightstand. One bleary eye strains into the screen; it is a text message from Lindsey. She wants to know if I am attending this morning’s beer swap. She’s already headed there. My joints are screaming. Existence burns. I ponder getting up, but then I close my eyes, and the world is a sea of calm waves, and […]

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  Saturday: Pineapples, Perfect Gifts, News from the Tournament Desk, Engineers and Nineties Rock, When Gunnar Met Molly, Electric Conversations and the Great Awareness, Sadness between the Pizza and the Vomit

  SATURDAY I wake up next to a pineapple. My head’s not hurting as much as I thought it would. I check the time: one thirty in the afternoon. The signature Dragon Con parade is already over. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the parade. The Saturdays of Dragon Con past have all started in exactly the same way: waking up delirious, fighting some form of hangover, thirsty as all hell, and cursing the afternoon […]

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  Friday: An Unexpected Visitor, #4111, the Time My Friend Broke a Toilet in Columbus, Enter the Great Nothing, the Wild Bunch Rides Again, Logistical Nightmares on the Way to the Next Big Thing, Lovely Notes in the Jaws of Dinosaurs

  FRIDAY I wake up around noon, smelling like sweat and Fireball, Rachel is fixing breakfast/lunch in the kitchen. I’m in minimal pain, save for my lungs, which are protesting last night’s cigarettes. I head to the kitchen, cough like an eighty-year-old man, and then drain a few glasses of water feverishly. Rachel eyes me hungrily. Ben comes down and joins us. “Rachel told me you were respectful last night. I really appreciate that.” I’ve only been awake for five minutes. […]

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  Thursday: God’s Wrath, Renfree vs. Yates, Anything But Clothes, The Poseidon Adventure, an Army of Bunnies, Swinging at Edgewood

  THURSDAY I wake up hungover to the sound of rain. It’s almost noon and I should already be on the road to Dragon Con, but in truth I haven’t even started packing yet. I fall out of bed and wince as the bourbon in my gut does a somersault. Not how I imagined this morning. I’m racing down I-75 to school, rushing to turn in a history paper at my school, when the clouds start to break open. By the […]

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  Interview with Con-Voluted’s Jay Wright

  As a former bartender of five years at the drunken nerd haven known as Battle n Brew, I have been fortunate enough to meet all kinds of eccentric movers and shakers in the geek community. They come in many shapes and sizes, but always there is this strange and amazing sense of quirkiness and relatability that ties all of these amazing characters together. Jay Wright is one such character. As one of the founders of Con-Voluted, Jay has put his […]

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  Foot Pound Force: An Interview with Dave Hewitt

  This weekend, I got to talk with Dave Hewitt, bassist and self-professed “laboratory vocal assistant” for nerd rock outfit Foot Pound Force, a three piece band (usually) that revels in irreverent pop, culture observations and radio-friendly melodies. Their charmingly lighthearted track list includes such titles as “Dr. Mario’s Medicine Cabinet” and “Moshpit Bandwidth.” Undercurrent Atlanta: First of all, Dave, thank you so much for taking the time to chat with UnderCurrent Atlanta. Dave Hewitt: Thank you for your interest. UCA: […]

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  The Hype: Furious 7

  It could have been a result of the cheap movie-theater pizza I was struggling to digest throughout the screening or a product of the ringing and raging in my psyche from two and a half hours of mind-numbing explosions and vroom-vrooms, but as I stumbled out of my seat and beyond the shellshock, I began to wonder if maybe the “seven” in Furious 7 is more than just a mere indication that this uber-machismo, adrenaline-fueled, NOS-guzzling dumpster fire is the […]