I’ve been home sick for the past several days, fighting off some sort of rather nasty convention plague. I have, for the time being, been fortunate enough to manage avoiding the dreaded H1N1 that appears to have reached over a hundred fellow con-goers, which is a small consolation, I suppose. (EDIT: turns out I was indeed one of the H1N1 sufferers, but fortunately, the worst is over!) As I intimated on Twitter, I have reason to believe that EA’s Dante’s Inferno marketing campaign probably has something to do with this particular outbreak. After all, no other company is both rich and foolhardy enough to hire the services of Pestilence himself, right?

Anyway, now that I’m at least coherent enough to make it through a blog post, I figured I’d give all you folks watching at home that PAX recap I promised earlier. Suffice to say, if there’s anything out there that’s worth getting this sick over, this year’s PAX was definitely it, at least for me. I came carrying several months of anger at the video game industry and frustration about the future of my career, and left feeling newly invigorated and hopeful about where life will take me next. Not an easy effect to have on me, I tell you.

But wait! There’s more…