Home again, home again, jiggety-jig

So, Marcon was. I'm still not quite sure *what* it was, but it was certainly something. Something that involved a lot of dancing, way too many lecherous geeks, not enough time with friends, and extraordinarily little sleep. And led to a lot more introspection than I had thought possible.

( In which I present most of the introspection, and a way-too-vivid snapshot of the inside of my brain. If you want to know how I tick, read on. If you want something fun and fluffy, this is so the wrong place to look right now. )