it's a trap!

dear internet (with a lower-case i as per Wired style guide): tonight i am in Chicago, having left Indianapolis this afternoon after five days of Gen Con, the world's largest and greatest gaming convention. in my dreams i wade knee deep through rivers of orc blood.

after arriving at the airport to find that my roundtrip ticket had somehow been refunded *after* i flew to Indy, i managed to get a later flight into Chicago. then, because i hoped they had net and a smoking room, i threw down many clams for a Red Carpet Club membership.

three long hours and two round trips between Terminals B and C later (the RCC in B has no smoking lounge, but the one in C does), i gave up my spot on the Oakland flight in exchange for a free first class upgrade tomorrow morning, a free roundtrip ticket, and hotel and meal vouchers.

so now i'm sitting in a Hilton which is hosting what seems to be a Beatles convention. there was a group sing of "All You Need Is Love" in the lobby when i checked in.

i'm sure this all means something, but i'm not sure what. maybe my astrologer can offer some insight.

i'm pretty sure i need a horned helmet to wear out to bars.

random neat things accumulating in my inbox for the past several weeks:

Pirate Keyboard

Cthulhu LiveJournal

oh, i guess there aren't as many of them as i thought.

sorry for not updating you all lately on the riveting details of my fascinating, fun-filled life in the sun. i barely have time to take a dump these days. maybe you should come to my housewarming party tomorrow (Sat Aug 14) and ask me in person. email for details.