Dragon*Con 2003

Welcome to my coverage of Dragon*Con 2003. Unfortunately, I took far too few pictures this year, but those few I did take I'll stick up here along with some poor attempt at witty commentary. But for now, back to the grind stone of picture preparation.
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Below is the best of the 130 or so pictures I took of James Masters (I was trying to do the professional photojournalist, take a bazillion or so pictures in order to get one good one, and yup 1:1 bazillion is about the right ratio) to tide you over. This is also the picture that graced the front page of the Daily Dragon, the convention newsletter I reported for this year.

OK, just a word about James Marsters at Dragon*Con. Actually, not so much about Mr. Marsters, but about his fans, his rabid, squealing fans. I'd only seen reactions like that in films about the Beatles. I kid you not, I saw him escourted down a hall, and in his wake there was a female doing the hands-fanning, "my-god-I-was-this-close" squeal thingie. Amazement doesn't quite describe my feelings about this. That said, you know, if someone can find something or someone to get that excited about in this drab and unpleasant world we live in, more power to them. Though, I'd suggest stopping well short of actually stalking the man. That way lies just heartache, misery, and jail time.

Of course, I have to admit to being somewhat jealous, as no one is ever going to go all weak-kneed squeally over me. *pout*