WAR comes to Russia.
Barnett and I are off to Moscow for the Igro Mir show. Hopefully, neither of us will get lost or arrested – barring that, hopefully only ONE of us will.
Hickman tried to convince us that saying (phonetically, of course) “gloop cock poop” means something adorable about a child. I am not certain I am willing to test it personally.
If you’re in the US, remember to vote tomorrow. I had to sit in line for three hours on Friday to cast my ballot, so no whining from any of you.
November 3, 2008 | Filed Under On the road
Sorry to hear about suitcase, etc. Hope it all got fixed. Ni panikovvai (don’t panic in Russian!)