[Note: The much-beloved longtime Pancaker (and author, and filmmaker, and improviser, and more) is leaving the Lone Star State, hauling himself and his family from Austin to Boston, because (the group of repressive little turds within) our legislature is so relentlessly gung-ho on criminalizing trans kids and their parents.]
[Note: Way to go, Texas! Oil, beef, and fascism! Yee-fuckin’-HAW!]
As Master Pancake head honcho John Erler tells us, “We’re doing an old-school mock (from the Mr. Sinus days) of Masters of the Universe. Then a “Choose Your Ow(e)n Pancake,” where the audience picks the movie. And we’ll be ending the threefer with a mystery pick from Owen himself: one of his favorite horror movies.”
Aaaaah, you know this will be a day of wild shows to remember, citizen, and – oh! Never mind us yammering on, just get those tickets (and see that Owen) while you still can.
This article appears in Guide to Summer.