Every year I stay on a high floor in the Marriott and every year the architechture of this place has me in awe. Not bad for 22 years old.
The Marriott atrium once more, this time looking up from the ground. This is the second-largest enclosed atrium in the world!
This was the Hyatt lobby on THURSDAY. In years past, it wasn't until Friday or even Saturday until things were this busy. This year was madness, and things only keep getting bigger.
Three bars of soap to the brain, and I still can't forget this guy's costume.
Tanuki!
Then was born the catchphrase of this year's con, "Love the frog, LOVE the frog!"
It's not sci-fi, it's not fantasy, it's not even in a comic, but it's D*C, so it's quite appropriate.
Spaceballs was funnier drunk, but sadly my pictures weren't any better. I might mention that this was yet another insane Thursday. A portent of things to come.
Actually took this photo for the Vash. I love that he even has the necktie from that scene. Also, again with the "holy crap, it's only Thursday!" motif - that's more Leias in one photo that you used to be able to get a decade ago, and the con hadn't even officially started!
This was the first year I remember seeing any steampunks, but they were out in force.
No idea who or what this gent is, but I've seen him a few times, and I love his armour. Check it out if he wears it next year.
Upon exiting the centennial tower elevators, a con staff member ran over to them and said something like, "Hooookay, this is going to be a problem. Go stand somewhere NOT in the lobby." Probably the best compliement a group can get!
Sweet voidwalker.
One of the hundreds of Spartan photos I have, but the only one I'll post. The general idea was a drinking game - for every photo of a new Spartan you can bring forth, everyone else drinks. This got very out of hand.
Finally, something that you can safely say exists only at con and for con.
Hidden somewhere in there was a boobox on endless loop. Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat, indeed.
The halo reminded me of the T3 Priest armor from WoW, though I know it's probably something else. Love this one.
Most clever costume of the year. It only came down to his abdomen when he was standing, but crouch+waddle=goomba!
I was standing outside the consuite when these guys emerged from their room. They attracted a ton of attention, but noone that I heard ask ever managed to find out what the heck they were.
Same bondage sea urchins a few hours later.
Best. Accessory. Ever.
Security chased me down five floors for taking this photo. It mightn't have helped that I was wearing nothing but a kilt and had a very full mug of "coffee". (hey, it made sense at the time: rum is clear, dark, and goes in a mug. coffe is clear, dark . . .)
Bond and Bond and Bond girl. I think Bond almost cried when he met Bond.
Dear Buddy Christ, I know it's the same costume every year, but damn it never fails to be the most awesome. That dude who dresses up as the Flying Spaghetti Monster ain't got nothin' on you! Love, Daniel.
