The Reality Problem
You may see us this weekend with camera crews in tow; now you’ll know why.
It’s thoroughly experimental, and I’m not sure what the endgame of that project will be yet, but similar to the podcasts (which people have expressed enjoyment in) a campaign internally to capture the odd things that occur around here strikes me as a wise maneuver.
Of course “here” at this very moment is actually a hotel room, and not the office, whose soy-based creamers and ordinary rituals would be a tremendous comfort right now. In less than a half an hour I will don my badge and enter the Holy Sanctum, where even now the strange energies of PAX are coalescing. As opposed to convalescing, I guess. Don’t the worry about the energies! The energies are fine.
Herculean efforts on the part of a dedicated Enforcer Corps built the show, and their enduring enthusiasm is an incredible biological feat. Thank them, should the opportunity arise. Beyond that, my only directive for attendees would be to extend your antennae, put yourself in receive mode, and prepare to absorb the joyous, deeply coded emanations of a wholly unified people.