
(Olivia’s presence was necessary because we’re talking about geeks and San Francisco and I need to keep my manhood in tact.)
I’m not fully versed in nerd well enough to completely fathom what’s going on here, but I’m going to try my best. Apparently there’s an outfit called Operation Tron, part of a viral marketing effort to cram Tron Legacy into our lives. And tonight in San Francisco, there will be a special “Encom” press conference that will be “interrupted” during an appearance from “Alan Bradley.”
*hits asthma inhaler*
While the fake press conference begins at 8 p.m. PT, the “Flynn Lives” group will be passing out T-shirts (presumably XXXL) and other viral merchandise. The rally will take place at the Justin Herman Plaza on the San Francisco Embarcadero, in case any bullies or jocks in California were looking for the easiest score of their lives.
Tell it like it is Slash Film:
The Flynn Lives website launched last summer, dedicated to the idea that the character Kevin Flynn is still alive and must be found. It is the most professional-looking “missing person” website I’ve ever seen, let alone one dedicated to a fictional person.
Well that’s great to know. Thousands of children go missing every year and all along some dorks with great design skills could be out there saving them. Maybe if Soul Asylum had made the “Runaway Train” video about episodes of Battlestar Gallactica and Fritos, we’d be a safer society.
And just because it’s San Francisco, here’s my favorite Nancy Pelosi image ever.

Pelosi image courtesy of the Frogman.
- Burnsy



In deference to the fanbase, Operation Tron is the new medical term for liposuction.
What’s a runaway train? Why it’s when you pull a train on a runaway, sillypants.
This is the most fun you can have in San Francisco without getting crabs.
What, you don’t like Fisherman’s Wharf?
Durst?
Really, no Fisherman’s Worf joke from Fek?
The press conference was going well until U2 showed up and started playing then that asshat Bono spray painted “Rock and Roll Stops the Fatass” on Larry Tubberman’s Cheeto gut right before he boned out to The Point to buy a $20 bag of crack. Dick.
Bullies and jocks and chicken hawks, oh my !
Oh, Tron. Never mind. Not a chubby soul under 40.
Once the Alan Bradly sex tape came out, things got out of control. The press named the scandal Golden Shower Gate.
San Francisco blogs are plagued with trollies.