In a little over two months, we crammed a lot of learning into a short period of time, a lot of ideas into a lot of presentation decks, a lot of food puns onto buttons, a lot of it into wordholes. And hopefully in the end, we will succeed in cramming a lot of literary omnivores into the Oregon Convention Center.
In between moments, in the"interstitial spaces," we've managed to have some laughs, make some stuff, and get taped saying a lot of stupid crap. Here's a quick sampling:
Super tiny happy hour at 50 Plates
Jamie is practicing for later
Our blood is Wordstock Red
And then Mike was born and we celebrated.
"Hey, remember when Mike was from the future?" "No."
Roof beers
Trying not to be creeped out that Ris is dressed like a woman at his photo shoot.
More roof beers
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