On Saturday night of Con, as the crowd of "invaders" at the Marriott began to swell I retreated back over to the Hyatt, down into the geeky safety of that hotel's labyrinthine bowels. Still feeling my Trader Vic's Mai Tai and swelled with cardboard courage (I was in my best cardboard battle armor) I trotted into the International Ballroom to find
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