Home is the Hunter, Home From the Hill

My flatmate David has finally returned from his sojourn in large, strange countries (the USA, and GenCon), safely, though with a tendency to fall asleep.

He says that Indianapolis, the site of the Con, is very, very friendly to it. Restaurants have Gamer-theme menus. Coffee-shops and movie-theatres are open all night long. That sort of thing.

He says that GenCon is a lot like other conventions, but it doesn't end; it extends infinitely up, down, and sideways, and that most of the business seems conducted, not in the Dealer rooms, but after-hours in the bars.

He also failed miserably at his mission to bring back trashy souvenirs, instead gifting Michael and myself with several lovely card-games purchased at same Con, including Sluggy Freelance's Get Nifty which is, indeed, Nifty.

That's all.