As most of you know, DragonCon is a pop-culture convention without apparent equal. A 24/7 convention of dorky mayhem, it’s basically Mardi Gras for geeks, taking over a significant chunk of downtown Atlanta once a year.
As a member of the first generation of true Redneck geeks (that’s “Redneck” with a capital R folks… look it up), I consider it my solemn duty to attend every year I can. That means I’ve been at pretty much every gathering since about 1995, each one its own unique experience. From being solicited a viewing of “Clerks” by a very drunk Scott Mosier and Kevin Smith at my first visit before anyone knew who the hell they were, to being whacked with a riding crop by Voltaire in a most friendly manner at my latest, the occurrence known as DragonCon is always and forever a fine time for anyone open-minded enough to have it.
This year was marked mostly by my spreading the good word concerning AFTER, and it’s upcoming future. Without babbling further on the subject, I’ll let the following pictures give you all a taste of the festivities, and we’ll leave it at that. Do enjoy, and remember… geeks rule the world. And the parts they don’t, they should. Except for furries. Fuck furries.
SECURITY WAS PRETTY TIGHT THIS YEAR
PASSED OUT, DRUNK, OR JUST A LOSER? DOESN’T REALLY MATTER AT DRAGON-CON
THEY WERE ON A MISSION FROM GOD.
THEY CLONED HIM SMALL FOR RECON WORK.
HE FOUND HIS LACK OF FAITH DISTURBING.
THIS GUY WON MY ‘OLD-SCHOOL GEEK REFERENCE’ AWARD FOR THE CON. GOONGALA GOONGALA!
EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS… STILL FUCKING CREEPY.
BY DAY TWO, THEY WERE ALREADY CALLING IN LEGAL REPRESENTATION.
FUCK. YES.
NORMALLY I DON’T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS. BUT I DID TRADE THESE GUYS A FIFTH OF WHISKY FOR A QUARTER BAG. THEY GROW GOOD SHIT ON COBRA ISLAND.
YES, I GAVE HIM A HUG.
ONE BLACK SUIT PER CON. THAT’S THE RULE, DAMMIT.
Out for now…
– Paris ‘Rev’ Battle
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