Last night, I hit up Dragon Con. For those of you that don’t know, and I didn’t know until last night, each year 40k people converge onto Atlanta to get totally shitfaced. This would not seem all that much different than the Super Bowl, aside from the fact that they’re all dressed up like people out of various science fiction stories. I almost hit a jedi knight that was crossing the road…he and a storm trooper stepped straight out into traffic without looking. Did I mention that they’re all totally blistered? Did I mention that I was totally blistered as well?? I’m sure that there is a more intellectual reason for attending this convention, but all I saw was a party spread throughout 4 different hotels. Red Bull set up an entire display at the convention, and they were not all that pleased when they saw me and my Venti Lattes. I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into, but when spreading the word of whynatte, sometimes you have to step outside of the box. All in all, it was a great time.

Spider Man, from the Venom Era (notice the uncanny resemblance that this guy actual has to Toby McGuire?) and a hammered storm trooper of some sort. Wake up, bro, you’re at Dragon Con. I suppose the man in black needs another whynatte.

I simply don’t know what to say. I had strange dreams about the man in red. I have now been informed that he is representing Juggernaut from the X-Men. Of course, silly me.

This man was no less than 9 feet tall, and made sure that we didn’t take any pictures that showed his face because as he said, “I have a corporate job”. This man could be your accountant.

I kind of wanted to ask Ivy for her phone number. I’m not sure who the people on the other side of Ivy are, so throw me a bone if you have any idea.

Klingon baby, klingon.

Space Ghost looks like he’s been hitting more than just the whynatte (see: dust, angel).