I am sitting at a McDonalds in the Hartford, Connecticut, airport. My head is full of sleep. My belly is full of whatever evil residue remains in the wake of too many Coronas. And my eyes feel as though they have been filled with a slightly caustic, partly opaque substance. Also, McChuck is offering largely unhelpful critiques that some might describe as annoying while I write, so this is going to be quick and dirty.
Which, is actually very Rabbitcon.
Maybe it's the airport. Maybe it's the fresh memories of a fun weekend that ended too soon. Maybe it's a lot of things, but as I look down the release list for the week ahead I just can't get excited about anything. So there's no game of the week, and instead I offer an uncomfortable reminder of Cory "Demiurge" Banks dancing suggestively with McChuck. How do you like that memory, unsolicited editor?
*Look for next week's TWA with 98% fewer inside jokes.*