That's Gus. The guy behind that cute JJ kid, who's behind a very tired, very fat-headed Myg.
So, those of you not making the pilgrimage, despair not. There will be a full on documentary, of sorts, of this adventure. And those of you going who are like what the mother of fucking fuck are you thinking, capturing this on film? We understand. Honestly. We've got a system, see, and we promise, and Gus promises that only those of us
(Being serious for just a minute--we know that some of you simply cannot have your face and/or name publicly associated with the brand of fuckery that's likely to go down on the Olympic Peninsula in 9 days. We absolutely respect your need for anonymity and promise to protect it. The rest of you? Consider your public reputation hereby trashed. Start grieving your good name now so by the time we get there, you're over it.)
In Forks, you'll mostly encounter Gus like this:
|Yep. He'll be the one crouched down unobtrusively with the really, really BIG camera.|
Lord have mercy (Brown?) on him.
P.S. from LKW: Twitarded was recently approached by an anonymous, very closeted (but uber-awesome!) Twitard who couldn't be in Forks but wanted to make sure we did something special to commemorate the occasion. What better way to honor the trip than by having a professional document it?! We were very lucky to receive a donation from this amazing contributor to make this happen! And poof... GUS! Thank you, anon patron of the Twitarded Arts!