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Hi Reader,

Welcome! Please come in. It's been raining out, and the air smells clean. Here on the table, a tall glass bottle has a stalk of creeping bellflower. Apparently it's a noxious weed, but I admire weeds. They just don't care where you think they're supposed to be. They're irrepressible.

Last week, Thursday through Sunday, I exhibited at Origins Game Fair. And I have to say, I love this con so much.

The people, the vibe. Everyone’s excited to be there. I met tons of new queer people. (New to me. I'm sure they've been queer a long time.)

I also love hyping up Raccoon Sky Pirates. Two friends helped me do it, and I was so glad they did. Their help was essential, and their company sustained me.

The con had a strong earring game. One person had Monopoly-hotel dangles (big capitalist energy), and another had tiny d8 dice studs.

Someone bought a game, then held up a bag and asked me to draw a random die. I got a green d12 with farm animals on it.

Convention time is weird. My daily habits went out the window. I walked the dog and got to the booth by 9:30 am, restocked the table, and stood for a manic eight hours. After the exhibit hall closed, I had a quick dinner and ran games at Indie Games on Demand until 10:30. For 13 hours, I shuttled from exhibit hall to conference room to food court, never leaving the building. By Saturday, I’d started ordering low on the menu at Mykonos Gyros.

Also, for the first time, I was offering enamel pins! They show a panicked raccoon who’s just trying to hold it together. They were a hit. You too can wear one of these frantic fellas.

Until August, that’s about all I can offer. I’m waiting on a new batch of dice from Q Workshop, scheduled to arrive in early August (though they often deliver early). After that, I’ll be back in the business of shipping out raccoons. I picture them as paratroopers in a plane, clipped to the line and waiting for the green light.

How has your summer been going? Have you played any interesting games?

Whatever you do, I hope you are irrepressible.

Cheers,
Chris

P.S. Seriously, I have tons of these pins. Please take them off my hands.

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