Let me start first by congratulating the organizers for the best planned
Guadec in modern history. It was spectacular! Though some hipster old-schoolers disgree with me and say that Villanova was the most fun (or Vinylnova), I think they are confused by nostalgia, not being able to handle a little ocean breeze, and just general old age crankiness from not finding shorts that fit. Competitions aside, it is clear that Guadec+beach is the most epic of combos.
...but even the nicest of days with the best of people come to an end. Looking forward to seeing you all again.
That said... where in the world is Duckie?
Jeff and
Seif don't know if somebody took him in the airport or if he is lost his way. Not as naive as them, I know the truth, I saw it in Duckie's eyes. Jeff finally found somebody that would help clean PiTiVi's bugs and he wasn't ready to let it go, but Duckie couldn't take PiTiVi's issues anymore. They could bring even the mightiest of men down, and Duckie kept looking at the destination boards with hopes of freedom, waiting for his chance. Luck was on his side that morning, since the guys attention slipped for a moment due to Guadec sleep deprivation and some Norwegian conspiracy, and he went for it.
Run free Duckie! Run free!
Perhaps this is just wishful thinking. We love you duckie.
