I came, I saw, I used the restrooms and met a couple of pseudo-celebrities like Paul and Kathleen from LoadingReadyRun. Mostly, though, I think that I found myself. Amidst the large crowds and strange smells, I discovered a part of me that exists deep down inside and really hates goddamn furries.

On the Show Floor

There were a lot of cosplayers at the expo and, although there was a terrible population of furfags pantomiming their desires for man-rape, some of the other costumes were actually impressive. I wasn't able to get a photo of everyone, though, and had to perform a couple of silent strikes with my camera when some of them weren't looking—which is exactly what I didn't do if anyone in a suit and using words like "voyeur" comes asking about me.

The only camera that I brought with me was my Blackberry, however, which should explain the shitty quality of some of the photos. But not the one of Jack Sparrow: that fucker just wouldn't stop moving.

Also, please take note of Batman's horrifically padded groin in the third image.

Some of the shit that was there was simply bizarre, like a tattoo parlour right on the show floor which I couldn't get a decent photo of, a big, gay lego pirate and a comic featuring Rape Face Wolverine on the cover, which I am now determined to turn into an Internet meme.

There was also a guy walking around with a baby wearing a Stormtrooper helmet, but I thought I might come off a bit creepy if I asked to take a photo. I don't know if the baby was real or fake, but it didn't seem to be moving much either way.