by J. Brent Stewart

Brent with the great Charles Cyphers and his personal hero Tom Atkins. Brent's personal hero, that is. We don't know who Charles Cyphers' personal hero is. Gandhi?

One of several Devos running around these days.I guess this Devo is "Three Stages of the Development of Mark Mothersbaugh"?

Man in a latex Elvis outfit with a mystery stain on his ass. Enjoy.

Julia submits to her twisted hubby Pat's wishes and poses with these plushies...or furries...or whatever it is you call the people who like to dress up like animals and screw.

Tom Atkins' Merch table. You NEED that "Creepshow" photo.

While we were drunkenly sitting in a dark hallway, this girl kept popping out of one of the nearby panel rooms, flashing us her butt and begging us to join them. Eventually, we relented, only to find that it wasn't really a panel, but was, in fact, a room that a bunch of kids dressed as Dethklok from "Metalacolypse" had drunkenly commandeered. They had taken the microphone, they had lined up bottles on the table, and they were asking anybody that walked by totally random questions, all in bad Swedish accents. It was, to me, the VERY essence of everything that is great about DragonCon. Geeks getting together and doing what the hell ever. We would have stayed all night but the gals wanted to head home.

Well duh.

A man dressed as Robot Monster, with his son dressed as a Killer Tomato??? This is Dad of the year, in my book. GREAT costume.

We'd been seeing this hefty Pepsi Man everywhere all day. For one: 1. PEPSI MAN??? and 2. Isn't that suit a bit tight? and 3. PEPSI MAN?!?!??!

We drunkenly pledged that if we saw him again, we (being El Presidente and I) would grab his ass. Instead we just asked him if we could take a picture of us touching his ass. You can't tell in this pic whether or not I actually TOUCHED this girthy Pepsi-man's ass or if I'm faking...and you never will know!