Pax West formerly Pax Prime

In one months time, I will be in Downtown Seattle for PAX. It’s a gamers convention. One I have, in the past, thoroughly enjoyed. I go now because if I don’t, I will lament it. Though it is a culture I feel increasingly out of place in. I just don’t play many games anymore. As the demands on my time, with writing and relationships and work, have increased. My times spent playing games decreased. It’s not that I enjoy them any less, merely that I don’t immediately turn to them as my entertainment outlet. If my friend were not going, I would not go on my own.

I think as the years have worn on the distinct flavor of this convention as inclusive has worn away. Much of the unique aspects have fallen away, leaving a soulless corporate shell. Since the originators have stepped further and further back from the organizing of the event, so too has many of the personal touches gone away. It runs efficiently now but much of the character is missing. I may spend more time in the local Rum bar than at the convention.

If anyone lives in or will be in the Seattle area and wants to meet up or hang out, drop me a line at


I dreamed that I was at PAX. It was the final round of the Omegathon and me and my friends were up front watching. And we were talking about something or other when I get some information that this person, this woman that holds my interest and has for months, this amazing person who I would do nearly anything for might need help.. I find myself describing why I need to get to her. How she’s so important, that even though we are only talking and never met in person, she means the world to me. I say that I am going to her even though I don’t have the means, since I’m on vacation, at the end of it. I take off and get on the train, there are all these people I’ve known there and when I tell them that I’m going to go get this woman, who I then realize I love. My friend comes up and says that some of the Movers and Shakers at PAX heard me since we were so close to the stage and the they provided plane tickets and other things like a place to stay. Everyone is so happy for me except my parents. They hate the idea, they try to keep me from her and I call them out on the evil shit they’ve started to believe. We have a giant fight in full view of strangers and friends. They shun me, disown me. But it doesn’t matter. Only she matters. My friends offer me places to stay, give me support, all to help me get to her. I get on another train. I’m going to her. My heart happy and full. I don’t know what the future holds, but if she’s in it, I’ll be happy.

I’m not going to rescue her, the feeling is that we are rescuing each other. Or she is rescuing me.