Oh sweet sweet Gen Con. A time when boys (and girls) of all ages come from the depths of their parents basements to spend fleeting moments in the August sunshine if only to travel from their hotel to the Indianapolis Convention center.
Gen Con also smells of body odor and feet.
There’s not much I can say about Gen Con that the pictures don’t convey except that every August since moving here Gen Con has given me a sweet calm assurance that no matter how geeky I get on the Internet there will always be those who outgeek me. And outstink me.
Are you amazed? Think I’m a little mean saying these boys don’t get out much?
Well check this.
OH HAI? DUDE? CAMERA IS UP HERE! HELLLOOO??? THOSE AREN’T YOOOURRSS!!!
THIS CAMERA TAKES PEEEEKCHUUUUREEESSSS!!! FROZEN IN TIIIIME!!!
*ahem* Gen Con rocks. Hard.