Zero Hour

The air over middle America was crystal clear on Saturday, making for a very smooth and timely flight. If only ground travel were so relible. Regardless, made it to the BBQ relatively on time and in one piece. It was a blast getting to meet TCON and friends face to face. It was also disorienting. Imagine seeing an alternate reality draped over your perceptions like a color slide show. That may LOOK like a hotel manager from the midwest, but its actually a deadly Outer Rim rifleman and hunter. That military contractor? Hairy-faced Bothan merchant. And the lady over there seems to have misplaced her Lekku. Pics:

General Hijinks

Spawn of Jaden and Aaura

We ate, laughed, argued politics. Some people pit bunnies against each other in bloody combat. Wren and Jen gave the non-believers a lesson in EQII. And a good time was had by all. Although the last few hours are a little hazy, since my brain is still firmly rooted in another, more bagel-intensive temporal dimension.

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