Dorkgasm Gonzo Is God

Dorks.... They are everywhere...

No, really! I mean they are FUCKING EVERYWHERE!!!!

Look, you're here because of one of two reasons:

1. You made a wrong turn at Albuquerque.

2. You're a DORK.

Now, let's settle some shit real quick. Dorks do NOT live in their mom's basements, lamenting about never having seen a real woman naked while wearing their Ren Fair costume from when they only weighed 300 pounds... That stereotype might exist, just like any other in this world, but it doesn't really apply to anyone I know.

The mass media, on the other hand, seems to think that we ARE social retards. A recent article about the San Diego Comic Con proves this. They seemd to be shocked that the convention was populated by "normal folk"; men and women who had real lives and real jobs and who REALLY enjoyed comics, movies, and fiction...

I shook my head and flipped to their movie reviews... and I nearly wretched. When a movie comes out, we ask our friends "What was it like"? Meanwhile, modern "Film Critics" seem only to concern themselves with "What was it about?" and "Did I Like it?"

Dorkgasm seeks to remedy a few wrongs in our society. Not anything Bono-esque like poverty or world hunger, but I digress. We're more concerned with the experience, first and foremost. Is something fun, entertaining, enjoyable? For that matter, we also care about shit that DOESN'T get reviewed elsewhere. Pen and paper games, card games, graphic novels, books that don't make the best-seller list (and some that do), and the technology that brings it all to us in the end.

We're cultural elitists, and we know it. We look down our nose at the bastards at the office who wouldn't respect us for owning an original Jack Kirby instead of a Manet. We applauded the gal who makes the Princess Bride reference in the middle of her business meeting. We're Dorks. We're you...

To paraphrase the late, great Hunter S. Thompson: you've bought the ticket, now take the ride...

Gonzo is God,

Michael C. Riedlinger
Dork-In-Chief