The Con is still underway here in Memphis, and everyone is having a blast.
So far I've met a number of talented authors, amazing artists, and equally amazing fans. I've been on a ghost hunt with the crew from Expedition Unknown, been on a panel, watched in awe as the Drunkest Fanboy in the World struggled to maintain a rough approximation of bipedalism, and won not one but two Darrell Awards.
The Expedition Unknown crew and the Darrell Awards get their own posts, to follow shortly.
Now, though, let's see some pictures!
No SF/fantasy con is complete without a Klingon or two. This year, I spied a Klingon with a familiar face beneath the brow-ridges. I even put up his picture a couple of years ago, when he was a roving but cordial zombie:
This year, he shed his shamble for the more menacing look of a Klingon warrior.
Despite only knowing a single word of Klingon (graak, which means 'You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?) I asked the mighty Klingon for an interview.
Meeting people such as Frank is what makes the Con scene so much fun. I know the media loves to poke fun at us in their minute-and-a-half segments between Sports and Weather, but there are some genuinely fascinating and articulate people behind the masks.
Speaking of masks, here are a few more of the many cosplayers at this year's Con!
I love the way this Tusken raider is being photo-bombed by an Old Republic stormtrooper.
They're serious about pedicures on Altair VI.
This is how I see all clowns.
Stormtroopers!
Stormtroopers after one too many Pan Galactic Gargles Blasters at the Mos Eisley spaceport bar.
Steampunk Lives!
Old Republic Stormtroopers, and friend.
The Black Widow!
Breathless Mahoney
The Hilton at midnight
More to come!
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