I know, I know, it’s not exactly a very triumphant moment, and it’s REALLY self-serving, but I wanted to make sure the gag really had a good climax. Rule of Three and all that.

I should point out, though, that I’ve never worn the Dr. F costume as much as I did at MAGFest. Even into concerts. No, it did NOT smell good by Sunday.

(Historical Notes: It should be noted, however, that I was still bringing WAY more costumes with me to cons back in those days.  I’ve probably worn Dr. F more in a single day now than I did all weekend then, just by virtue of not changing every 90 minutes.)