I got back from E3 just in time for the SG Prom, and my doctor has diagnosed me with 8 new strains of alcoholism.

E3 was pretty eventful - I led a photo scavenger hunt that'll be in the next issue of GMR that had 15 grown men and women searching through crowds for a picture of a nerd's exposed ass crack. On the way, I met Gallagher, Tom Green, Trishelle from the Real World, and Choda Boy from Orgazmo. I also filmed some promos of me dancing with the G4 panda mascot that I beat up last year.

At the Sony party, I ran into Torrie Wilson who seemed to be arguing with her husband Billy Kidman. They seemed happy when I interrupted them, and they grabbed me and Stacy Kiebler (and Stacy Kiebler's mom) and we got in a limo to go down to a club in Hollywood. Since they're ridiculously famous and hot beyond reason, the bar put us in the VIP room and threw liquor at us. I was making a cocktail when Torrie tapped me and asked me if I wanted to meet the Rock. I did.

A couple seconds later they saw Leo DiCaprio walking by in a trucker hat and went to giggle near him. The Rock, by the way, rules.

So although I hate LA, shit like that doesn't happen to me very often up in San Francisco. Or thousands of years into your primitive "Earth" future where I'm originally from.

There are pictures of the trip plus random scenes from the last two weeks of my life here and since I have to write 7 articles in the next 8 days, forgive me if they're not captioned with hilarity.