Yet another aspect to my unabashed geekery is my anticipation of this hallowed event, CONvergence, a sci-fi/fantasy event constructed by my friends. Minicon decided to cut out TV, movies, and any remaining fun stuff out of their convention, leaving literature to hopefully attract the "right kind" of attendee. I haven't been there since, so maybe their policy is working. Anyway, this year I got all dressed up as a zombie on Friday and as Kakashi (from the anime/manga series Naruto) on Saturday. A few people even recognized me! Sunday, as usual, was just a day for shuffling around and looking for water.

Ursula prepares her hair for the evening.	Bexley applies the first layer of liquid latex for dead skin.
Me, bein' all zombified in the stairwell.	Frost commences to working the bar at Vice City.
Erin and Eric hang out at Vice City, socializing.	Fatty Arbuckle and others congregate outside House of Toast.
Check me out, bein' all undead with Go Go Yubari!	Here's something you never thought you'd see: Nick in pants.
Jeremy gives the thumbs-up on hardcore girly action.	The panel begins to discuss their sci-fi romance horror stories.
The crowd, in a rare moment of silence.	Jeremy explains to the audience where the girl touched him...
Bexley-as-zombie goes over the weekend's schedule of events.	A better shot of Bexley's first-class makeup job.
Worm (with Don behind him) actually showed up for a few hours!	Dark shot of a couple geeks swatting at each other with foam weapons.
Bird's-eye shot of Vice City: I can see Bexley, Zhac, Dusty, Aaron, Alexis, Caly, Nick, and Jordan.	A slightly brighter, much blurrier shot, of the same scene.
Accordion Guy! (Accordion to whom?)	Accordion Guy rocks out a very soulful rendition of "Trogdor".
A very gaunt Will lurches at the camera!	Jeff finally decides zombies don't wear glasses.
Zombie GQ... naah.	Nick demonstrates his standard Road Warrior gear.
Full-body shot of my Kakashi outfit, Saturday afternoon.	Action pose: Kakashi seems to read a lot of "romantic" novels.
The Hogwarts gang! You'll note girls tend to crossdress out of necessity.	Even a badass like Lester likes a nice bowl of ice cream now and then.
Hot little demoness I spotted. Made her own horns out of Sculpey.	The demoness and her friend. I forgot to get a shot of her friend the first time.
She asked me if I wanted to hold her chain. I nearly forgot how to form words.	The first person to correctly identify me! Also my first glomp of the weekend.
Me and Omaha, while discussing the schedule of food to be served.	Courtney chills out with a smoke break.
Logan, in a contemplative moment.	Will, all pale and gaunt and stuff like he does so well.
Ursula-as-Delirium, thinking about things to come.	Delirium's oversized sweater costume, just like in the book.
S4 stopped by for a smoke and talked about the possibility of getting dressed up.	Me with a tall girl walking around dressed like a Catholic school girl. I didn't ask why.
Jarrin in the Space Lounge, making drinks, food, or trouble.	Cali, also in the Space Lounge, where heads-tilted-downward are the new black.
I really coveted the posters, but they were too big to transport and I'd have no where to hang them...	...so I just took pictures of the two I liked best.
"Indiana Jones", describing his discontent with someone else's gold idol, which someone had done up in sneakers.	Jordan as Spider Jerusalem, Molly as Yelena. Continuity rocks.
I don't know who Joe's supposed to be, but he's very blue and ethereal.	This very polite, affable child was running around as Kaonashi ("No-Face")!
Laurie in her punk Wizard of Oz costume, after Masquerade.	Laurie, about to climb out of her costume.
Anime transcends borders, as Kakashi makes time with Kitana from Mortal Combat.	This girl threatened several times to give me SARS, yet I survived.
Another fan of Kakashi, willing to step to the plate.	Better shot of Go Go Yubari in action.
Everyone will recognize this Borg. I think his costume only improves.	Shutter-drag kinda smears the effect, but you can see how brightly he's lit up.
Parker, showing me how tigers swing at cameramen in the jungle.	A couple more anime fans - I had to get pictures of everyone who knew who I was.
Jeff and Heather. She looked like Laurie Petty but claims not to have dressed up.	This is their punching game, where they punch each other back and forth. Until they don't.
Fucked-up little female Joker here, looking pretty snarly and dangerous.	Aw, but cute, too. Insane is so cute.
Scott (S4), a little more dressed up and happy with himself. See him glow.	Heh, not like Cali (star5) and Carrie (DJ Rahna) glow, in the Space Lounge.
Zhac (ms. starduSt), serving up drinks and catching the scoop on preteen melodrama.	Spider Robinson and Yelena, rockin' out in the Space Lounge like... recliners on speed... I dunno.
Hmm. Supergirl isn't as big a fan of anime as I'd hoped.	Kitana strikes a pose. Wicked job on the fans, must look great in blacklight.
Something was up with these duct tape masks, but I don't know what it was.	Ah, here's the cute SARS girl again, the Asian death with which I'd been threatened.
This represents one of my favorite moments in CON and will dictate my future activities, I bet.	I caught this bad-ass Buckaroo Banzai quote and had to capture it.
I don't know why Will and I are in the bathroom, but here's proof.	Skaht (DJ Noise), Tod (Fenris), and Cali (star5) are running their set at the dance party.
Molly radiates good cheer like the Death Star radiates plasma bolts: get out of the way.	These are a kick-ass pair of boots she was using for the weekend, and now I think she wants her own.
A very harried, muzzy Spider Robinson contemplates his evening.	Scott, Zhac, and I mug for a shot in the Lounge.
Maybe I shouldn't grab people, inform them they're anime fans, and shove a camera in their faces.	This is my friend Christine, whom I only see at CON and RenFest.
Yeah. Yeah, I agree.	Mike is dressed as the Pillsbury Doughboy at Mardi Gras, I suppose. Well, why not!
I don't know who they are, but... duh, I needed their picture.	Displaying all the social grooming that is emblematic of a sci-fi convention, lizard-boy lunges in front of the shot.
This would be where I start not remembering things, I think.	Angie tolerates my "lemme get a picture with you" phase.
Ursula sees something funny on the floor. What could it be?	Who would've thought the bad guy of Resident Evil could be defeated by a thermos of Mai-Tais?
I don't remember needing an up-nose shot of Bexley, but here it is.	And it's Sasha! Hope you've had your shots, Sasha.
Is that... lipstick in Laurie's cleavage? Is it ringworm? Let's get a better look.	Why, yes it is a big fat kiss, but we have no idea as to from whom. It is a mystery to all.
Once in a while Bexley would wake up and do this. Not just for me, but for anyone nearby.	Does this picture look fuzzy? Everything was fuzzy for him.
Angie, Joel, and me, embarking upon a long, late night of getting 'faced.	Angie strikes a pose, as is her right.
Yeah, things are beginning to run out of control at this stage.	Poor girl, she had no idea what she was getting into.
She had killer boots, though.	I'm not sure who this was, and I'm not sure what was going on.
Among her friends, she alone watches anime.	It's great they're so into Japanese culture, but they haven't quite mastered English as a language yet.
This is Michelle. I thought I remembered she was promoting something. I thought she had flyers. Evidently this is almost entirely incorrect, but she is very Michelle.	I'm so fucking glad The Young Ones will not be lost on our youth.
Sunday morning sees Andy, Ursula, and Courtney chilling out in the smoking room.	Now I'm in disguise as a sports fan, and no one recognizes me. Martin humors me with a polite pose.
Courtney has a head-resting-on-table morning.	Close-up on Ursula (four days before she moves out to Portland, OR!).
Side shot of Ursula's hair. The green stuff is growing out of her head; the red and yellow was purchased and transplanted.	Side shot of Laurie's hair. Your life is good when you know so many girls with such interesting hair.
I don't know why I took this picture of empty space... I thought I saw something there.	Is it a massage or is it strangulation? Either would be welcome on a Sunday at CON.
"It feels better than sex!" she slurs, before slumping to the table.	Aww, so tired! Curled up in the bar at the Sheraton, with CON fading into the distance.