On the first day, a hole opened up in the sky above New Orleans, dropping geeks out all over Bourbon Street.

Jim & Ted's Excellent Adventure

Jim, Heather & her Red Hat.

Me & Eric (he's drinking wine, of course, and failing to remain incognito with his borrowed badge).

Me & Eric (No, there's no shape-shifting going on here, silly. This is a different Eric. People's names are Open Source, after all.).

Me & Jimmi (trying an artistic profile type thing) headed out of our tutorial.

Me, "Ash" (being juvenile with the bunny ears) & another geek who's name I can't remember even though he was pretty cool. What's your name, dude?

Me at the BOF board, looking like stoner.

Me in the hotel room, looking like a stoner again. Man, do I look like a stoner that often?

Me, Linus & a mob of other ravenous geeks grabbing time slices of him (I'm, of course, all niced out here, being as much as I'm Plato's reluctant Philosopher King and all. And that little bearded face on the extreme right is some college student whose name I can't remember either. He was pretty cool too though. Hey, dude, who are you?

Pretty much the same as above, except I'm thanking Linus for helping liberate us from subservience to greedy pigs who never learned to share. Subsequently, I hastily vacated the area in order to free up some space for other adulating geeks. Okay, maybe I'm a bit agoraphobic too, but my heart was in the right place.

Linus, locked in gaze with a disembodied head that looks unsettlingly like Lars'. Scary.

Richard in all his glory, disk-platter nimbus and all.

Me & Maddog. Doesn't my beard look pretty anemic?

Steve, sporting the latest in Wearcomp accessories. And Jim again, back there in the chair, trying to avoid the shot.

Same as above, but more of an action shot this time. Don't you just gotta build one?

Pat, chairing the SAGE BOF.

Me, Richard & some other lucky geeks in his Unix Network Programming Tutorial. Hey guys, here's that picture you wanted copies of... finally.

Some of me, Jimmi and Wayne.

Me, Theo, the guy in the middle I liked but never caught the name of (who are you, dude?), Todd & Neils.

Adam, covering up the "Satan" on his T-Shirt with the shawl of the offended hotel patron behind him (who was apparently pretty drunk herself).

Later, Adam worshiping the women in the room.

Whatever, uh, you know, technical stuff with Wayne, Chris, Cherie, Pat, me in the middle and Steve. Thanks go to Adam for the shot.

Uh, more technical stuff. Steve, most of Wayne's head, Adam (who we eventually had to carry out of the place), Chris (what do you mean he doesn't look like the NASA type?), Cherie, Pat's leg, hands and cigarette.

Adam, going down for the count, Chris, toasting in the shadows beyond him and Delroy's head (guess I did get a picture of Delroy after all, wish I'd also gotten his email address).

Steve, and Tod behind him.

Cherie couldn't stay until Friday, so here she is all bummed out at the airport, catching an early return flight.

Antoni, Betty, Steve and me. Thanks go to Maddog for the shot.