FudPub on the other hand, I have this to say. After a night of eating sausage, bavarian potato salad, and drinking enough jägermeister to kill a deer, the best cure is the hair of the dog that bit you: something sausagy. Alas, there was none to be had for this poor loup all day at the hackfest, as there was a hackfest going on. I get home tonight, after travelling all the way to Chicago just to get back to Pittsburgh, and having had not a single bite to eat, even of overpriced food from Starbucks, and ask my dad what there is to eat in the fridge. "Well, there's a couple pieces of knockwurst floating around."
It's good to be home.
(I'll be going straight back to classes after this, so it seriously will be a day or two before I can get all my thoughts together. I promise a nice lengthy report on FudCon soon.)