Flower Tuccci has nothing to do with the horrible thing that happened two hours out of Las Vegas after I ate at the Orleans buffet (the hamlet of Yermo and its overtaxed public works department will never be the same), but maybe Ms. Tucci's callipygian fantasticness can help to offset the pain I still feel.It was a fantastic convention for me. I got to meet some cool people. Oddly enough, my only negative experiences (save for the Orleans buffet) came online. After bitch-slapping one of those stalker-types via IM, I immediately began getting threatening pings from an entity I assumed was a 'bot who eventually turned out to be more or less real, who threatened to launch an attack on my server if I didn't send $500 by Paypal.
It's important to never leave a paper trail when threatening violence and extortion, especially when the trail is connected to an un-NATted IP address.
Here my convention resolutions:
I determined that next year I would stay within smelling distance of the Sands and not rely on shuttles. I determined that next year I would bring more business cards.
Next year I will drink more with more people.
Other than that, this year was a blizzast.
I'm still a little under the weather. I'll begin posting again in earnest next week.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006 
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