This is the first time I’ve taken a laptop to a conference; I’m typing away as David Ebert graciously slams video games at the beginning of his keynote talk.  It feels… right, somehow.

I’m also sipping some truly awful coffee.  (It was free, at least, and worth every penny.)  Bad coffee provided for free at conferences is a predictable phenomenon; the problem is that there’s no good coffee available, not even burnt-to-carbon coffee with faux italian names.  I find myself wishing there was a Starbucks around.  This stuff makes me think I filled up with hot water by mistake.