The Pentagon is not an interesting place. Do not let the promises of military intrigue and a vast network of conspiracies fool you. I suppose if you were a spy things might be different, but for a civilian, there is very little at all to find. The staff is somewhat unfriendly (the lady at the check-in post threatened to send me back to Louisiana on account of the poor condition of my ID), and the press corps is something of a seedy branch. They spend most of their time trying to convince you that they have never withheld information, have never used smokescreens to hide anything of importance, and certainly they’ve not once disseminated half-truths. There’s nothing much besides what’d you expect, though the courtyard’s rather pretty and the fellow who led our tour was something resembling friendly.

Politico isn’t even worth mentioning, except to point out that we talked to a political cartoonist at some point (political cartoons lawls) and then had a conference with a business-minded Moby who… he said nothing. There is no other way to describe the doggerel that came from his mouth than to say it was completely lacking in substance.

At least I might have a chance to find the likeminded here! A little bit of digging revealed a clandestine group of DC comics artists, known as “The DC Conspiracy”. They’re not quite as shadowy as could be hoped; their identities and their mission statement are plainly available on their page for all to see, and contact is made plenty easy through their message board. But that I might have the chance to talk with these men soon and maybe become of their number, that is what drives me now! It is always good to find the likeminded, especially where all things artistic are concerned. In a class full of people who have called me “old” for my tastes, it is nice to know that soon I might have a group, if only for a month, of the like-souled, who will show some interest in the work Mr. Rainwater and I have put out or will at least provide me company of some sort.

What’s more, I’ve found in them the solution to this wretched “profile piece” that my journalism professor has thrust upon me. No longer do I have to concern myself with videogame companies that are made inaccessible by shoddy Metro scheduling, no longer will I be forced to contend with the madness of Matthew Lesko, aka The Riddler. Instead, I can deal with human beings!

P.S.: Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey came out today. Though I’ve yet to play it, and probably will not get to for some time thanks to the odd scheduling before me, I’ve nothing but faith that this installment will fulfill my expectations (long as they’ve been waiting to find validation).