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"Let Ianfest begin!" So sayeth Dorito, King of the Palace.
"Let's get this pah-tay started!" So sayeth Jason, Wielder of the Oven-Temperature-Dial.
"So, Cookie Dough, we meet again. I will enjoy cooking you and eating you after I cut you open. Mua haha haha ha!"
The ceremony called "Placing of the Cookies in the Oven".
The ceremony called "Act Like a Jackass When the Cookies are Done".
"Dudes! Where's the Smirnoff Ice!?!?!"
Sometimes it's customary for women to hide themselves during Ianfest, just as women hid themselves before Ian himself.
John shows us how to drop loose change like a profess-Ian-al.
If I had a dollar for every coin Ian ever dropped, I still wouldn't have enough for rent at Bear Creek. But I could buy a couple video games or something...
"Oh-oh, it's magic. You know-ow-ow..."
"I reckon them cookies is finger lickin' good. Mmm-hmm."
John cooking some of Ian's popcorn, THAT I DIDN'T GET ANY OF.
Ianfest 2004 was going very well until Drew Carey came on. Fortunately, Thomas' mastery of the remote control is paralleled only by Superman's illegitimate, fat, and lazy son.
Fuel for Ian's dolphin-flogging fire.
Here is a lovely rendition of Ian caught with his Midnight Cookies. The proverbial deer in the headlights.