Back from the puzzle planet.

Miscellaneous post-Con commentary -- perhaps I'll post something more coherent later:

God, I love Con. The games. The puzzles. The conversations. The laughter. Especially the laughter.

I have very rarely in life felt like I fit in anywhere. I fit in at NPL conventions.

What do you call an instrument from an orca-stra? A "shamoon," of course. Probably not nearly as funny if you weren't there to hear Trazom say it.

tmcay's Sixth Sense and G Natural and Xemu's Texas Jeopardy were the game highlights, certainly. Bad accents are fun. :)

Just got home an hour or so ago, after volunteering to give up my seat on an overbooked Houston-Boston flight last night. Got a $300 travel voucher, a night in a nice hotel, and a first-class flight this morning out of it.

I officially announced something that's been brewing for a while: I'm giving up the Enigma editorship at the end of the year. I just don't have the time/energy to do that job as it should be done and all the other things I want and need to do, and I care too much about the group (see "fitting in," above) and the magazine to do it badly. I have a successor lined up; it's technically an elected position, but I doubt anyone will challenge him.

Announcing that I was going to step down was harder emotionally than I expected.

I left my swimsuit in the hotel in San Antonio. Oops.

Reality is overrated.