I don't travel well. That's a massive understatement. Let me paint a picture for you if I could. When it comes to trips like the one I'm on right now to the Game Developers Conference, I am much like a monkey with a shotgun, potentially funny, but dangerous.
On every trip to the U.S. in which I have mentioned TenTonHammer.com as my employer I have been grilled, sometimes almost literally, as to where I'm going and what I might be doing when I arrived at said destination. My trip to E3 last year was as bad as it could get, or so I thought as I sat in the Greater Toronto Airport Authoritie's rendition of Guantanamo Bay amidst a sea of bearded, praying men, some of which wore "U.S.A. is the great Satan" T-shirts. For the record I do not have a beard and I do not pray. My T-shirts state, "I'm not a geek. I'm a level 12 paladin."
My trip to the Left Coast started like every other trip, early. The 5:00am wake-up call seemed like a good idea at the time and in restrospect it probably was, had it actually taken place. They didn't call, but no biggie I had institued Plan B and set the alarm, which went off on "ringer" at a tone that apparently only dogs and bats can hear. At 5:15 I happened to wake up to the sound of car alarms, as I had done every 30 minutes throughout the night. Everything happens for a reason, or so somebody said, once upon a time in a land the fates hadn't abandoned.
The tale gets even better, as does our developer diary, "Creating a Dragon" in Dungeons and Dragons Online. Clickity click.
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