Greetings from Tiny Netbook and the Hynes Convention Center, who are already becoming best of friendsMarch 26, 2010
I am eating the world’s tiniest pizza. Oh, wait, there it goes; it has been eaten. Huh, is that Professor Layton? I think so. A guy with a giant wrench just took a picture of him. Liveblogging, people, it is fucking fascinating.
Nothing of interest to report yet, actually. (Oh, here comes Layton, I’m getting a picture.) After walking through a theme-park-size queue snake, I checked out the expo floor and experienced sort of a, you know, failure to care. (Sorry, expo floor, you’re just not very interesting, and I don’t understand why you have a giant bus.) The Storytelling in Interactive Fiction panel goes down in like an hour fifteen, though, and that will be a thing that happens that I can blog about. Crap, I need to find a place to plug in Tiny Netbook. If batteries were prostates Tiny Netbook would be an old old man. Also there would be a lot of other ramifications, probably fairly disgusting.