Back home now.

The Lovely and Talented Judith and I stayed in Minneapolis an extra night, in part because there were severe storms all the way dfown along our drive back, but mostly because CONvergence 2007 was so very, very, very, very, very, very, VERY good, we really wanted to hang out with the con organizers some more.

I’ll try to post more soon. Right now, I’m transferring all those the Good, The Bad and the Munchkin drawings I wasn’t able to over the weekend, because I’d spamheadedly left my laptop in Madison. So look out, Steve Jackson Games…125 drawings are heading your way right about…NOW!

All my panels went wonderfully (meaning I had a tremendous time at them, anyway), with packed rooms (this happens often at CONvergence) being the rule of thumb. Sunday, though, was unbelievable. Going from the Elements of Game Design panel straight to the brilliant, brilliant fun of the Iron Artist panel, and then to the closing ceremonies, where I could be seen pacing like a deranged wildebeest as I panicked before the speech I had to give.

Hanging with the organizers and many a volunteers after, I felt truly among friends. It’s a feeling you don’t always get at cons, but this one had it in spades.

Seriously, this had to have been one of my favorite conventions ever. Right up there with Lucca, Ropecon and Warpcon. It was tremendously, audaciously fun, and I’m sure as hell returning next year, for the big 10th anniversary blowout!

So, yeah. CONvergence 2008. I’m in. I’m so officially in.

Be there. Seriously. This is a very special, amazing show.

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Ganked from a pal on LiveJournal:

FDR, WWII: Oh, I’m sorry, was wiping out our entire Pacific fleet supposed to intimidate us? We have nothing to fear but fear itself, and right now we’re coming to kick your ass with brand new destroyers riveted by waitresses. How’s that going to feel?

CHURCHILL, WWII: Yeah, you keep bombing us. We’ll be in the pub, flipping you off. I’m slapping Rolls-Royce engines into untested flying coffins to knock you out of the skies, and then I’m sending angry Welshmen to burn your country from the Rhine to the Polish border.

CURRENT US AND BRITISH ADMINISTRATIONS, NOW: BE AFRAID!! Oh God, the Brown Bad people could strike any moment! They could strike … NOW!! AHHHH. Okay, how about .. NOW!! AAGAGAHAHAHHAG! Quick, do whatever we tell you, and believe whatever we tell you, or YOU WILL BE KILLED BY BROWN PEOPLE!! PUT DOWN THAT SIPPY CUP!!

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