Basically no mischief or craziness. Having DEFCON at a casino did to it exactly what I would have expected. No money pots to eat the cockroach, no naked fire jugglers, no getting thrown in the pool, no parties by the pool.
Bros outnumber the blackshirts now. They're talking loudly and proudly about how little they know and care.
Kilts are representing, too. The freaks are here. There's a Japanese gang dressed in kimonos. Some other Japanese guys walked by talking vigorously amonst themselves, laughing and pointing. Punks with combs, raisers and hairspray are in the contest area/lounge dispensing mohawks. They have their own official area. Strange hats abound. One kid has a fez. There are BDUs and lab coats. Lots of colored hair.
Aha! Finally spotted someone I knew -- Kevin, a friend of Ernie's, who also worked in the gaming industry, but on a different side of it.
People are sitting next to me reading long hex strings from the "background" of the talks description book.
They ran out of badges as usual. My flight got delayed two hours which seriously cut into my time here.
"My only crime is that of outsmarting you"... shirts have slogans.
There's a lot less interesting in WiFi and a lot more in smartphones. The common area is woefully inadequate.
UnixSurplus is here again and people are packing in to see old Unix hardware. Some people are going to be coming home with O2s.
More later, perhaps.