Yeah, that’s right. Look how many David Tennants that is. That’s two more than even David Tennant’s wife sees on a day to day basis. She’s like, “you need to get those other two Doctor Who looking sons of bitches out of here. They used up all the pinstriped suits! Leaving their sonic screwdrivers all over the place. Damn. They could at least get a plunger off one of those Daleks and fix the toilet.” I guess you could say she’s upset about having to deal with her new “tenants.” And now you have to deal with that joke.
So I obviously just flew in off my rental dragon and have returned from DragonCon. Here’s a link to the whole giant set of photos I took over the weekend. But I recommend you view it as a full screen slideshow.
A follow-up story about the convention is coming on Wednesday, so now you can throw those dumb New Yorker magazines out the window because you’ll have my tales of DragonCon to keep you warm. Also, why were you warming yourself with copies of the New Yorker? Are you the world’s classiest orphan? That would have been a good costume, come to think of it. Guess I’ll have until next year to get some silver embossed fingerless gloves and a little porkpie top hat.