Conventional Wisdom

(Historical Notes: Now THIS is the sort of behavior I’d engage in no matter what I sleeping arrangements happened to be.  Finding that one spot in the convention center that’s an island of refrigerated air in an ocean of sweat stank is almost as rare a treasure as finding that one bathroom nobody’s wrecked.  Granted, the Cobb Galleria in particular has a nasty habit of being a bit… extreme in the temperature fluctuations, but that doesn’t make them any less refreshing when you really, really need it.  And before you ask, no.  I didn’t actually wait in line or enter whatever panel was in there… but if some staffers had tried to clear out the hall, I totally WOULD have just to stay where it was cool.)