my head hurts pokey

I is back again. Content to probably not follow.

I would like to mention that being there when the Indy axon went hot, rocked like a rockin' machine. I would've been content to stand there in the hot sun talking with the other geeks about it all day, except mecha and mechamom wanted to actually be sane.

I was spending time in meatspace with a good-sized group of my own kind. They were utter strangers, whose names I didn't even know, but around whom I felt right at home. That never happens. Ever.

Every paragraph in this post begins with "I" except for this one.