Hi Seattle! I see you rolled out the rain for me, so I get the full PNW experience this trip. That was very thoughtful of you.
Burbank airport plays the coolest music. I've heard Devo, The Jam, Hall and Oates, and The Go Gos since I've been here. 80s FTW!
I've been fine tuning my delve all night, and I'm slowly trading the stress of not feeling fully-prepared for the excitement of running it.
I haven't heard any feedback from my audition. I think I may have sucked after all, and not been aware of it. That would be very bad.
All the relief I felt when I finished my PAX draft was just replaced by terror upon realizing I'm not prepared for ECCC. Back to work.
I loved Tron in the 80s because Flynn WENT INTO A VIDEO GAME AND LIVED THERE just like I wanted to. It still entertains the hell out of me.
What I meant to type: Games have made me who I am as much as my DNA. What my fingers automatically typed: ...as much as my DNS. Sigh.
Woah. I've been writing for almost 14 hours, and my brain is damn close to Bat Country. I'm not gonna lie to you, Marge ... good night.
I'm not going to lie to you, Marge: after a full day working on the keynote, populating my delve with monsters is a great way to unwind.
And all of you who just put Love Shack into my head? We're taking you to HER! She will deal with you, precious. Yes, yes she will, precious.
Whenever I mention B-52s, people ask what record. So: I love Whammy the most. But we hates Cosmic Thing, precious. We hates it with FIRE.
This evening's writing music included The The, Echo and the Bunnymen, Love and Rockets, ... and The B-52s? Whatever it takes, brain.
Is it amusing to read my speech to myself in the style of Robert Evans? You bet it is.
Cat: It's degrading that you Twitter as if I only talk in LOLspeak. Me: I'm sorry. Here, type for yourself. Cat: 384fsdw 1 kFJW DEq;