So at 1.35 this guy shows up with bag upon bag of Star Wars franchise food - six-packs of 24-ouncers, Doritos, Lays, fraps, donuts. Turns out he's checking in but can only stay for an hour. Dude gets full credit.

Byron started pranking the payphone - fucking hilarious. He hung up as soon as someone got to the phone, like, fifteen times. Vic and I could not stop laughing.

Some of the guys are down by 6th Ave dueling their asses off, and everyone else is watching deleted scenes from Jay and Silent Bob.

"Dollar? Token? Credit card?" - homeless dude

Tonight's definitely better than last night. :)

Holy shit.

Spent the past three hours listening to endless sexual innuendoes from Joe, Amit, Food Guy, Rob, and (sometimes) Viktor. Not really complaining - it's like Watkins Glen redux, and it's just a good thing I can condition myself not to take offense at anything.

Everyone that stayed up (save Ben and Jon S, who've been dueling ALL FUCKING NIGHT) is fucking delirious at this point. The Rick McCallum references started several hours ago and are now apt to take over the conversation at any given point in time. I'd really sort of like to sleep, except that after fifty ounces of caffeine since 2am, it's just not gonna happen.

The Hilton bathroom is fucking posh, but it's too far back in the building. Finished the last scarf around 1, I guess, and am now almost three stripes into the next.

Meant to comment on people, not events, but no longer trust myself not to fall asleep in the middle of mentioning that I'm *ahem* a sucker for geeks. Particularly certain ex-NYU bio geeks. ;)

Just remembered to write this down -

"I am very slowly dying." - chair guy, Killing Jar Jar

2.5 solid hours of sleep.

Kevin J. Anderson is here, autographing copies of "Hunting Harkonnens" for everybody who's here now, and other stuff for prizes.

And that, boys and girls, is why we do the line at weird times.

Programming? What programming? Star Wars!

We're just starting Jedi - ANH went on while I was asleep, and ESB started after Kevin J. Anderson left. It's like the ubergeeks gathered around the TV - me, [goofy] Mark (oy), James, Rob, and Amit. Sixteen people right now, I think.

Rob: "The Lando figure, I'd kiss that too. I'd put it in the bottom of my Colt 45 like a tequila worm."
Amit: "This is when you were how old?"
Rob: "Four."

Dave just got here. Fuuuuuck.

And the Cuban Day parade is going up 6th Ave; the Israel Parade is on 5th Ave or some shit.

"I love Ewoks." - Amit

"I have to admit, I'm learning to like Jar Jar." - Rob

:o

"Matt, you're a big drinker. What's the blue alco-"
"Blue curacao."
"You didn't even let me finish the question."