Hello faithful reader! It's that time again. What? No, not time for another edition of Because (PHOTO)JOURNALISM. Well, it is that time. But what I meant to say is that it is that time again, where I put off updating this for so long that memories of the days are starting to fade from my memory. Looking at my pictures isn't helping; I've fallen into the habit of only taking pictures at night during the bar scenes. But really, there isn't much to remember. I went to a panel, played a video game, got some free swag, etc etc. The stories of PAX proper are countless and near identical. So let's get to the part where I can actually remember something, once I've stared at the pictures long enough to spark a wispy fragment of a memory. Join me, won't you? As I wander down the rutted and potholed road that is my memory lane, of my third night of PAX. And after that, we see some pretty faces at the Destructoid panel!
Ramminchuck, JJ and Andrew reveling joyously in the glory of the night
Conor being all business and shit
Ben (flintmech) and Beccy chillin' on the lounge's just-above-tolarable chairs
Sam doesn't know either
Addison (Crackity Jones) dons Gobun's hat and does his best Gobun face, a recurring theme throughout the weekend
Darren clearing out his Streetpasses amongst a storm of activity
People gather around to take pictures of Adam sleeping, another recurring theme.
A self-portrait that I disguised as a group photo.
Josh glares through my camera into my very soul. It was cold.
Jacob chats with fellow debauchers
Nicole and David engage in conversation, while a timid Apathy flees from my flash
And that marked the end of the Taphouse. I reluctantly left in order to trudge off to home base to recharge my power cells. The next morning I shook off a hangover in order to make it to the Destructoid panel.
On the way I ran into a vibrant and well dressed Mr. Destructoid
There was quite a turnout!
A placid Mr.D watches on as its subjects gather in
Sam shares some dick pics with Spencer before the panel begins
Niero shares a childhood picture. Not much has changed.
The full panel crew above their sea of admirers
Conrad lying down the truth
My annual attempt at a group photo. Keeping in tradition, I mucked it up.
Mr. Destructoid again finds himself in front of my camera, for not the last time
And finally, I have an awful picture of David and Jack together as they bid their friends adieu. I found out a bit too late, or rather was too overcome with social anxiety, to ask for a proper portrait. Next year!
And that's it for now, but what comes next is the grand ball of Destructoid's PAX. Kareokee night, in which also took place a live Podtoid, and a whole bunch of love. I literally took hundreds of pictures, so prepare for a bit of a wait and one loooooong blog. See you then.
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