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.