This week I FINALLY got confirmation that yes, I could have the Saturday of Labor Day weekend off, so it looks like I'll be able to attend PAX this year again after all. I feel as though I had to sacrifice a virgin-birthed-baby on an altar of human skulls... it was without question the most difficult day of vacation I've ever had to bargain for. One of the effects of the faltering economy is that my company has trimmed fat wherever it can... unfortunately, once all the fat is gone, your body starts burning muscle for fuel. To put a point on this increasingly labored metaphor... there are no longer enough people working Saturdays at my place of employment for more than one person at a time to take a weekend off. Since vacation days are decided by seniority, this means the one guy who's been workin' there for 20 years can (and has) taken pretty much all the weekends for the whole year off. It goes without saying that a holiday weekend was one of the first to go, hence my difficulty.
But screw that, it's all in the past now, and I will see the lot of you in Seattle. I will of course be rocking the Blue Shell hat. I've been told it should grant me free passage to the front of the line, but I was too much of a weenie to try it. Perhaps an influx of adult beverages can belay my inhibitions long enough to try it this year?
It was fairly light for a Monday in the Cblogs, but there's still some great stuff on display here. The Articles in Wordtoid merit special attention, there were several thought provoking pieces by our amateur bloggers. Let's get those recaps rolling, shall we?