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In about 36 hours, I drive off for Gencon. I have not started packing. I have little cash. I have no idea what I'm doing any given day. I quietly dread the possibility of my ex-bosses trying to con me back into being their stooge, if only because I don't much like having to tell them no again.

OTOH, all the time in the world belongs to me once more. I can go up to complete-ish strangers, and chat with them about upcoming products, without worry of intellectual property rights. I can pull aside some acquaintances, and finally ask them if I've figured out their plots, as opposed to them telling me outright. The mystery is back.

I had a dream. I was leading a band of warriors in combat against another; we had on all the silly LARP padded armor and shit, but the weapons were real. I slaughtered every person who dared oppose me, and in the end, I slew the witch who'd set both sides of the fight up. To do so, I had to kill her bodyguard, whom I defeated by catching his sword in my left hand, even though it cost me all five little piggies. And stuff.

I am amazed I had such a mundane dream, but still... I will enjoy Gencon. I have foreseen it!

And now, I will geek out elsewhere. Toodles!