A slight perversion of Burns, probably, and only meant to be used in the context of plans and planning and how things get fucked up, but it's even better than you hoped for.

pouikee has been my house guest since Tuesday, and today we are going to uncover the horror (the horror) that awaits at Anime Expo. It's being held at the Los Angeles Convention Center, and even though Google tells me it's 16.4 miles away from La Maison des Mensonges (AKA THE CRIB, YO), I know better than to trust that wind-y (not to be confused with windy, no hyphen) ass 110 connector thingy by Dodger Stadium. It's all fun and games until you're stuck for an hour in rush hour traffic.