I'm still on the fence about this. I'm not a conventiony guy, even though this stuff looks, judging from all the videos I've seen, to be the kind of thing I'd be down with. And it's in an unfamiliar location, which is historically bad for me. I kind of want to go, but I also kind of want to stay home instead. MY ASS HURTS FROM SITTING ON THIS FENCE.
"You haven't told me what I'm looking for."
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."
--Colin Laney and Kathy Torrance, William Gibson's Idoru