Dragon*Con 2008 Report

Greetings, citizens of the Internet! I have just returned from the yearly event known as Dragon*Con, where the men are men and the women are naked. Dragon*Con is the Southeast's version of the San Diego Comicon (though I'll admit it's not nearly the same scale); several hotels in Atlanta are rented out for panels, concerts, celebrity autograph sessions, and other events, all with some sort of science, fantasy, anime, or other "geek" theme. My first time at the Con was last year with my brother and one of his friends, but we came on the last day, and thus didn't get the full experience.

This year, however, we stayed the whole weekend. I was completely blown away, not just by the sheer volume of people, but by their enthusiasm and dedication to their hobbies. It's customary to wear a costume, whether related to something in existing media or completely made up. I decided to go with the second option, becoming America's next great hero:

As Averageman, I possess the strength and speed of nearly one man, and have the amazing ability to roll coins and pay credit card bills online. Due to my oath as a superhero, it was up to me to observe my fellow science fiction, fantasy, and comic book-themed brethren to assess who is friend and foe.

Ah, yes, cookie monster!  He is always a worthy ally in the battle against evil, especially when there are cookies involved.

Pffft.  You call yourself a Storm Trooper?  The Emperor would be ashamed.  And to the little girl, good work, heroine-in-training!

Zounds!  It seems that Indiana Jones has had a son!  That is, he's had another son who isn't totally lame.  

Jumping Jupiter!  In some sort of horrible experiment gone awry, Batman and Boba Fett have combined into one!  I'd better keep an eye on him.  There's no telling what he'll do.

As is custom, the Flying Spaghetti Monster is blessing the cood citizens of Dragon*Con with his noodly appendage, keeping evil at bay.  

Egad!  The evil Galactic Empire has finally stolen Christmas!  What other treachery is afoot?

Leaping Leotards!  Dorothy has been turned into a zombie!  I must find a way to cure her!

That's right, come closer, I only wish to help.

Okay, that's enough.

Seriously, you're getting in my personal space.  Wait. WAIT! NOOO!

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Editor's note: We at jimboroni.com apologize for the lateness of this week's entry.  As punishment, we actually sent zombie Dorothy to devour Averageman.  We thought he was pretty obnoxious, anyway.  Now let's take a moment of silent remembrance, then move on with our lives.