I was never any damn good at Pac-Man or Ms. Pac-Man. Q-Bert was also a chore. Give me Gauntlet or Final Fight any day.
Is bounty hunting really a viable career choice in the Star Wars universe? How come we never see any accountants or auto mechanics on Tatooine?
I LOVED this costume. What a great, creative idea.
Harley Quinn- always a Con favorite.
I bet she was nervous as hell meeting Mark Singer. He makeup was probably better than the stuff on the show.
Once again, Damian has the BEST Superman costume at the Con. It helps that he has the look and the height to pull it off. I saw a Supes earlier that day that has some major moose knuckle going on.
Not a difficult or original costume or anything, but props on having read a book that's not horror, fantasy, or science fiction. Not something that most con-goers can say.
Let's see... there's the Joker... Jango Fett... okay, that's Han Solo, check. Now... the bottom looks like Threepio... but she's a girl.... oh, I get it! SHE-Threepio!"
Wonder Woman in battle mode.
Todd Coss as Sargent Slaughter. I saw the real Sarge battle the Hulkster in the Gulf Coast Collesium in Biloxi, Mississippi. At the height of the first Gulf War Slaughter had turned his back on the USA and aligned himself with that camel fucker, Saddam. Hogan, once again literally wrapping himself in the American flag, did what a man's gotta do.
Keep those hands of fate at 10 and 2, mister! Shame he had no Torgo to accompany him.
I have to wonder if the WWE is over and done with. Steroids have destroyed what little love I had left for professional wrestling.
"You know, building that fucking Death Star all goddam day really takes it out of you. Those Stormtroopers are lazy, half the contractors are Rebel scum, and the Emperor just doesn't understand. Sometimes the only thing that calms my nerves is a nice, smooth Deathstick."
Pimp my Chief Engineer. Geed out Georgi. Don't hate the Chief Engineer, hate the game.
Okay, you win. Dick-In-A-Box is still funny.
Perhaps my two favorite costumes of the Con. Absolutely spot-on. Perfect colors, textures, and details. Bravo!
For some reason, the Corpse Bride was a little flustered. Or in character, I dunno.
Now THESE are the droids I was looking for. Later, one of the Threepios donned a t-shirt over his costume. He couldn't see a thing and some woman led him around like a waddling newborn in his pink-and-black shirt.
She handed me a flyer promoting another Con five tenths of a second after I snapped this photo. I felt so used.
This fine fellow hasn't taken this shirt off since 1989. He was lurking around the Walk of Fame bucking for a David Faustino autograph. I salute you, my friend.
Sometimes a good costume is all about matching your existent physical characteristics to the character.
The term "Jedi" is derived from the Japanese word "jidaigeki," which means "period drama." This genre frequently included samurai films including the work of Akira Kurasawa.
So, the baddest bounty hunter in the galaxy gets accidentally killed by a blind man. Great job, George. Do you think the Sarlaac Pit represents some of Lucas' issues with women?
"Ma-rines we are leav-ing!" James Cameron's wives included Gale-Ann Hurd, Linda Hamilton, and Suzie Amis. He likes tough chicks both on screen and off.
"Have you ever fired your gun into the air and shouted arrrrgh?" These sporting chaps re-enacted their favorite scene with no prompting and stayed in character the whole time. Jolly good show. It's like an Agatha Christie story directed by Michael Bay.
Might want to stop handing out those power rings like Cracker Jack prizes. We were knee deep in the fuckers all weekend. Stacked like fucking cord wood in the halls, they were.
Everquest is a family activity.
Did Lucas really have to name that fat Rebel pilot Porkins? Porkins. Really? You think so? That's the name of a brave hero that fought and died to end the tyranny of the Empire? Fucking Porkins? Christ.
"Staaaaar Waaaaaaaaars... nothing but- Staaaaar Waaaaaars... I tell you these- Staaaaaar Waaaars really must staaaaaay..."
Perhaps the nicest photo I took all day due to the presence of wonderful, natural light. Those hotel lobbies are dark, dank nests of sweat and cantilevered cleavage. Notice the blond tucking her cell phone behind her back. Gotta love that dedication to period detail.
Okay, she was short. Maybe 5", tops. But man, Chewie was TALL.
I was always bothered by people who have a stitch-for-stitch perfect costume save some very contemporary glasses. Rebel scum.
The scariest pepper pots in the universe.
Not quite the droid I was looking for.
A gaggle of geisha.
I'm sure these are wonderful representations of their respective characters, but I have no idea who they are supposed to be. Even my geek has limits.
"What [pause] does God [pause] need with [pause] a starship?"
"Look, sir. Droids."
"How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?" Notice the light and the ammo counter on the pulse rifle.
"Yo, Joe!" Scarlet was accompanied by Shipwreck (off camera) and MP.
Got no idea who this ubiquitous fellow was supposed to be, but he was never out of character. Or shouting distance.
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