One thing I learned from the (not allowed to say the name) flu ....

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... is how much I didn't miss GenCon.

I read the material they sent and considered the on-line games (which I don't need GenCon for) ... and ... decided ... meh ... I'll get on the Epic Table and roll some dice with my dogs. (That would be you dogs.)

The GenCon brand has really deteriorated and with all the ... well we're checking your testicles for your safety ... not our pleasure ... business going on ... I'm kinda okay with letting the next wave enjoy it without me.

(What??? ... testicles is a scientific word ... and I suppose you could hide a shoulder mounted surface to air missile behind someone's testicles ... just I don't know why you would.)

The GenCon team sees this and has ramped up the junk digital mail ... and .. well ... they apparently love something ... it's just not games. I would not have a problem with it if it was money ... but ... apparently not that either. Six emails and no real games. I would even take some abstract triangle bullshit ... what .. you can't say triangle anymore?

The vibe I got back when I asked for a refund less the appropriate handling fees in the amazingly short proscribed processing window ... was a bit off putting. I'm the customer and just like the rest of you, I want them to swap gloves out after the nut check on the way to the forehead swab and throat culture. It's just a personal thing.

Indy is a great town and I'll be back ... just when the hordes aren't lined outside and down the block at the Steak and Shake.

One of the Virtual Desktop companies will figure it out and we'll be golden again. (I'm not sure if I can foul the toilets like they do at GenCon to get the complete experience but I'm willing to try.)

Your mileage may vary.

Yours,