Rubi-Con write-up.
By USA+Geek
(www.ghaps.com, USAGEEK@GHAPS.com)

 Friday.

PUlling up to Barnes and Noble on 28th street in grand rapids, i see a man
suckin down a cigarette with computer and duffel bag at his feet, i have found
Priapus. After a while of bullshitting about rubi and work, jamez shows in the
mac pimp mobile (his parents mini-van to be exact).  We are off, and an endless
string of conversation is started to my delight.  We stop at a subway somewhere
between gr and detroit, where we are almost forced to throw down with some
jerriatrics.  After a near scuffle caused to priapus being 'loud' we are off
again.  Priapus shows off his mad-azz hookups as he powers a laptop, offers
internet access, and calls the hotel via his cell phones.  After a while
though, we make it to the hotel and the unloading begins.  Much to my surprise,
this is the same hotel with which the original ghostbusters movies was partly
shot.  After procuring a room and finally meeting the elusive rijilv, we set up
in the network box and begin to mingle with the other attendees.  This carries
on for awhile, and at about midnight or so i decide that bed is a good idea.  I
know i know, i am a fuckin lightweight, but i had been up for a day and a half
straight dealing with nothing but computers, and was tired as all hell, sleep
was a necassary evil. 

 Saturday.

 What is this mad-azz pain in my back?  Why is the room such a mess??  The
answer to both was the party that occured last night without my knowing.  Not
only did the room Get trashed, but due to my sleeping, rijilv found it
necassary to hurl phonebooks and other objects at me in my sleep, to my
surprise, i didn't wake at all.  I get up, find Jamez, and we take off to the
local Burger King to find some nurishment.  After having some breakfast, we go
back to the hotel and retire to the network room.  At about 3 and after
ownering 2 boxes, jamez and i run to burger king again (now jamez' third time
there today) and get some dinner.  After coming back to the hotel we decide to
go explore the hotel.  We take to the stairs and are now working our way up to
the elusive 4th floor, many rumors encompass this floor, and we find it
necassary to investigate. On the way we visit the mezanine, find a discarded
matress, and make various comments as to the hotel's overall grandeur (or lack
there of for that matter).  We get to the fourth floor gaining the company of
the www.overflow.org crew, and send in a scout.  He fetches a picture, which i
hope will soon arrive in my email box (hint hint).  The fourth floor is totally
ripped.  Shits all over, mirrors broken, everything just generally fucked. 
Makes us question what really occurred which caused the condemnation of the
floor. 

 Sunday.

 At this point i find that my rubi-con experience was lacking, as i lie back
and look at the beautiful italian ballroom ceiling, i think "don't i have
another sticker in the room??"  I begin to devise a plan as to place a sticker
on the ceiling of the ball/network room.  After speaking with Waxx0r, we decide
to find a ball, place the sticker on it, and launch it towards its celestial
place in history.  Problem being : soccer was not on the agenda.  So a ball was
not a real option.  I quickly root myself a bed sheet, and wad it up, Waxx0r
helps me find some tape, and now we have a 4 pound launch craft.  I grab the
sticker from my room, and fasten it to the ball sticky side up. The initial
launch was less than shitty.  Simply throwing the craft at the ceiling provided
me with a spinning un-controlled placement device.  Then it occurs to me as i
peel the sticker off the floor.  Putting spin on the craft would stabilize its
path.  Now i had a plan, problem being that as i spun it, i sacrificed upward
momentum, but after afew tries and almost hitting a chandelear (the concern
which RijilV had voiced only moments prior), the ball went up, and a black spot
was left.  Now rubi-con was forever a burden to that hotel.  Now any social
function that happens to be held in that ball-room, will have comments like
"What the fuck, some fucking badass musta put that up there! Fucking shit, that
0wnz, w00t!"  I only hope that someone got a picture of the tagged ceiling, and
would so kindly send it to me.  Anyway, at this point i spent probably the last
hours of rubi-con speaking with my peers about various subjects.  The closing
ceremonies are held, we load up, i pass out in the back of Jamez van. 
Eventually making my way to my house, i slept.

 Sorry about the incredibly short length of this write up, much more happened
im sure, but lack of sleep does that to a guy.