I'm back from sitting through three days of the most mind numbing dribble you can imagine. The worst part was looking around and watching as the good little automatons took it all in.
The only fun I had was doing my "mission." As you might have read on my other thread "My Mission...Help Please," I had planned to plant as many "wake up and smell the coffee" flyers as possible. My friend in the military told me I should refer to this a a Force Recon Mission. All went well. I managed to plant two dozen flyers in several differant places, mostly in the mens room stalls. But I got to tell you, I think they were getting pissed by Sunday. I had been going back to this same stall over and over, and on Sunday morning I reconed the area and went in. As I was standing there, this little voice said - "Not now, this does not feel right." So I took a leak, and opened the door. Standing right there was the mens room attendant with rubber gloves on. He rushed right in behind me, looked around and then came right out. BTW, the best one I did was in that very stall. You know those advertisements they have in most stalls? I managed to get my Bio down behind the glass. It stayed there almost a half a day before they got it out.
You know, I may not have been the baddest "Apostate" at the convention. But the baddest called me right before it started...he wanted to make sure we were still friends.
One more note - After each "recon" I would sit in my seat and listen to "Damm It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta" on my mp3 player.