The Asian pop star last night was none other than Mothra, herself. As The Only True God, she flew around the room shedding good fortune.

Unfortunately, both Connie and I were so exhausted (drunk) that we couldn't participate in the ritual singing of the Mothra Song. We both ended up face down in the pillows. Mothra contacted me through telepathy today to say she understood and forgave us, and that, as long as it was for a Gaysian, she was proud to have been of service.

All hail Mothra, The Only True God.