The first set of photos from the madness that is working tech staff at dragon*con…

• I would really like to know where this rag tied in the shape of a chicken carcass came from. That creepy little thing kept showing up backstage in Centennial, and it weirded me out every time I saw it.
• My job on tech staff: providing recharges, or food/hydration/back massages/general geek care, to other staffers. Yes, I can whip out something like eight thousand of them an hour…why do you ask?
• Tech staff is filled with all kinds of interesting people. It took me a year to learn that this guy has a name besides ChocoBunny. (It's Donovan.) Until you've seen this man walking around the 'con in a neon-pink mohawk, you haven't lived. Or something.
• Brian keeps a count of how many people ask him if he's David Spade. Thus, the name on his tag: Mr. Spade.
• We're apparently supposed to live in fear of the Great Oompa Loompa. Bah. It's just Jody. I refuse to fear.
• Kat and Suzan and I are usually to be found in the grand central sta….er, equipment room, known as Harris. Judging by this photo of Kat, it could also be renamed Antarctica.
• Sleep is for the weak. (Jody says this is Gryphon, but I don't actually know his name. The clowns ate him shortly after this photo was taken. That's probably why.)
• We like pie.
• I'll say it again. We like pie.
• The cops standing backstage enjoyed the Jefferson Starship concert, and the band had a sense of humor. They arranged for the guitarist to be escorted offstage in handcuffs. Whether or not the crowd got the joke, I don't know, but we were all howling with laughter backstage.
• …and no, you have NOT lived until you've seen Stormtroopers dancing onstage with Jefferson Starship.

More photos as I edit them. Many of these were stolen from Thomas. (Oh, by the way, Thomas, can I borrow these?) ;) Thanks, Jeremy, for letting me play with your camera…