I'm generally not one to attend Sci-fi conventions of any sort. I think the last time I attended one was when I was 13 years old. So yeah, they really weren't my cup of tea. Anyway, this past weekend I had absolutely nothing to do except taxes. So in my infinite wisdom I figured that going to a Sci-fi/Fantasy convention was WAY more fun that doing my taxes. And you know what? It actually was WAY more fun. I got to see plenty of fantasy chics running around with their boobs hanging out. [
Ok, quick note to cute cutlery vendors with big boobs. If you are going to sell sharp weapons and insist on wearing a black leather top that shows off the twins and the peaks probably might want to consider making sure that your customers are not holding said weapons as they may inadvertently injure themselves while you bend over the table. "Land Hooo, yar"] I also had fun with my friends to boot.
Here is our motley gang. I'm on the left. Slider, Athena and Cougar (those are our call signs - hee hee). We were the only ones who had anything to do with BSG that day. Well, except for the Mark Hamell look alike (that's a whole 'nother story). I borrowed the "Clamshell" blaster and sundry costume bits as I'm not a costumer. Sometimes it's good to pretend you are someone you are not for a few hours.
