If it's Wednesday...

... it must be time for photos!

I was dragged down to North Carolina over the weekend so the Geek Squad could attend "HeroCon". Let me tell you, that's some entertaining stuff. Never- and I mean never- do you see so many obsessed, fanatic, sexually repressed people in one place. Well, maybe in San Diego in July. Or in LA during May.

I made some new friends, as well as being exposed to the usual troupe of hangers-on that I have to deal with everyday. Let's meet them, shall we?


Forget it, pal. I shall never divulge the secret location of the hidden Rebel banana stash.


Look kids, it's Val- er, Michael- er, George- er... Adam West!


You keep robbing banks, bad guys, 'cause I'm drinking Super Soldier Serum, and when I grow up...


... I'm gonna wish that they told me that "Super Soldier Serum" was really Pabst Blue Ribbon.


Yes, later on there were many "Cat Scratch Fever" and "Pruning the Hedges" jokes.


Superherodom at it's finest. I made Superwoman laugh by asking if she wanted to have a ride in the "Phreddie-mobile".


"What if Matt Damon starred in 'Daredevil', and had a fallen angel butler?"


Finally, a comic book I can get into. Along with a bottle of Jack Daniels.


Choose your favorite... #1- At least Destiny has the common sense to wear a hood on his bad hair days. #2- Psst, Death- Pat Benatar called from 1982. She wants her wig back.


Who ya gonna call? Du Mahnke! (hey, it fits the format of the song, dilweeds)


This is the second trip I've taken where I've been grabbed by this guy and told I belong in a musem. He's either a stalker, or just has really good taste.


Yessss... Join me, and we can rule the Men's room as Monkey and... glowy green skullheaded dude.


Is it just me, or has Mysterio been working out? I mean, check out the sixpack. It almost makes up for the celophane on his noggin. Way to cheap out, man.


Leave it to Nate to find and take me to the hottest cosplayer at the show. Of course, she's no Klingon...


See? Don't worry, she was just hungry. We went out later for some Rokeg blood pie. Good times.


Here's my newest buddy, Laura. She followed me around all weekend, trying to get an autograph. She did have something of interest, though.


This is a painting of my long lost brother, Fil Du Mahnke. It's Van Gogh-ish in its interpretation, but its still pretty accurate. Laura put some glittery stuff on it for realism. What a great kid.


So here's Nate and I with comic artiste Andy Lee. Let me tell you, that guy can drink. He thought I was a flask full of bourbon.


Sequoyah and Charlie. Why does everyone wanna eat me?


Brian shows off his awesome tatt, in a vain attempt to outdue the splendor that is Du Mahnke. Nice try, Bri.


Playing a monkey-game with Andy's girlfriend Kendra. The rules: #1- make hard eye contact (with ME) #2- slowly count to 10 without looking away or laughing. Gets 'em every time.


Okay, I promised I wouldn't say anything crude about Michele or her legs. So... um... uh...

mmmmmmmm...
...Nice coat.


Well, that about wraps up the trip. With the exception of little girls fishing in puddles after rainstorms, or Charlie littering in an already littered truckbed.

Until next trip- enjoy the banana smoothies.

- Phreddie