Look I love foosball and all...

Ha! That's nothing. Go to Emerald City Comic Con, and watch the fat comic geeks who're doing a semi-annual excursion from mother's basement, and haven't been bathed since back when they were convinced that they'd probably get laid some time soon. I watched a couple make out that was like two walruses stuffed into black clothing, dipped in fry grease and pig shit, and rubbing against each other. Papa, what city?

I love OotS. I've 11 comics I read daily, and 52 I check quarterly.