I dunno why she’s shouting at us. What the heck did we do?

The convention was fun. Or not. Actually, I don’t know. Y’see, I’m sending you this post through time and space (and space-time) from the far-away distant past of last Thursday. I don’t actually know how it went yet because I haven’t experienced it, even though we’re here after the convention.

This is what happens when you mess with the timestream. Things get all confused. I’ll just write here that I had a good time, and that way create a predestination situation where the convention has to be good. Because I’ve already observed it here as such. See? Totally logical.

Well… It’s a kind of logic, anyway, and that’s good enough for me.