Dragon Con
"Back from Dragon Con" doesn't mean the kind of trek that it used to, now that I am living in Atlanta. The house is less than 4 miles from the convention hotels. Hotels, plural . . . Dragon now takes up five. But it still took me most of today to get unpacked, physically and mentally, and get everything sorted out.
I had a great time, as always. My panels were fun, with rooms full of people asking good questions. We announced Munchkin Critical Role – Vox Machina to wild and much-appreciated applause. (Look for an Illuminator real soon now with details and images.) I even got to see some programming from the audience side, and lo, it was good. And, as always, the hall costumes were a source of ever-changing joy and wonder. I can't even name a favorite this year, but the image of a gaggle of inflatable Tyrannosaurus costumes, in different colors, will stay with me. I remember complimenting a lady on her tooled-leather armor and learning that she had made it herself. And why were so many people dressed as French waiters and carrying baguettes? Perhaps I will find out someday. Perhaps not. Perhaps it's better that way.
And some business got done. I'm not saying what, yet, but I encountered a really neat gadget that just cries out to be Munchkinized. I talked with some new game designers. I bought a towel with a LEGO head embroidered on it (perhaps that's not really business; at any rate, I did not use the company card, Keith, I promise). But now I know where my towel is.
Nobody can ever take in all of Dragon Con. You can't even get close. But it's fun to try.