A stack of these were sitting in Escape From New York Pizza a few weeks back:

"Sleeping in, walking through...etc." Is that a poem of some sort? And what's with the guy surrounded by a force field? Will it protect him from that floating dinosaur head and his weird flower/orb pals? For his sake, let's hope so. They look like assholes.

Take a closer look. Do you see a date anywhere on there? The organizers included the location and time but not the day.

So, because of this oversight, I still have yet to "rock for John Kerry." With only a month left to go in the campaign season I may not get the chance. I guess I could slap on Back in Black and bang my head a few times. Would that officially count though, thus fulfilling my obligation to this call to arms, er, rock?