I’ve been down for the count since Saturday night. That night I slept thirteen hours, and had a feverish dream in which I was a wiki and anyone could edit me. More of a nightmare, really.
I’m on the road to recovery, but things will be very slow around here for another day or so.
Oh, and what the heck? I’m out of action for a couple of days and the Canucks go and re-acquire Brent Sopel? Smolinski’s a good pickup, though.
UPDATE: In case you’re keeping track at home, I understand that the following Northern Voice attendees have fallen ill (thanks to Airdrie for a partial list, and apologies for the lack of links, I’m sick): me, Travis, Susie, Maryam, Kerry Anne, Robert Scales, Warwick, Erika, Patricia, Roland and Boris.
Let’s find patient zero and beat them senseless with our kleenex balls. Maffin was coughing up a storm next to me in one seminar–I’m blaming him.
UPDATE: #2: Add to that list Tim, Lauren, Brad, Jason, Brian, Keira, D’Arcy, Robin and Arjun. That’s 20 freakin’ people from one conference. That’s it, NV 2008 will only occur in Second Life. That’s assuming, you know, we can avoid the flying phalli and grey goo.