The Future of the Geekend

And so Geekend 2010 belongs to the ages.

I was delighted to see you guys come out of the woodwork and make the effort to show up at my place for a weekend of gaming. Despite our numbers this was a canonical Geekend, with games played, stories told, and a new King crowned. If this was the last Geekend, then we go out on our own terms.

I have nothing but admiration, affection, and gratitude to out-of-town geeks like Topogigo, Quisling, and What If? who incurred great expense and difficulties to join us as these kooky gatherings. I feel personally responsible for getting these guys to come down on their own dime for what turned out to be such small get-togethers. I have every indication that our long distance travelers felt richly rewarded by their experience, but I still feel a little bad that our Geekend wasn’t a bigger event. Sorry, fellas.

Likewise I want to thank our local guys, particularly Geekend rookies like Ninja Bob who enthusiastically embraced the event, rustled up tables and chairs, brought games, and played games late into the night with a bunch of guys he didn’t know. The greatest virtue of boardgames remains their unique ability to bring people together and forge common experiences between players who scarcely knew each other before the game began.

And so what is the future of the Geekend?

I’m not really sure. I’ve noodled with this blog entry for two weeks now and I’m still not clear where we go from here. We had a small turnout, but what is the trend? Would we get more guys if we did this again next year, or is this about the best we can expect? After all, the Geek Nation is older, more spread out, less enamored of sleeping on the floor, and more distracted by family and alternate activities than ever before. It is possible (likely) that the pageantry and eccentricity of the Geekend is something rightfully belonging to the past.

But I have to tell you, there were moments of the old Geekend passion. It popped out, here and there, in the middle of the night, or first thing in the morning, or while eating Too Much Meat and swearing and drinking and talking trash to each other. I just can’t tell if this is a distant echo of youthful indiscretion or the buried, glowing ember of some future glory.

The Ulm has suggested the Geekend evolve into a spontaneous event, that a Geekend can be declared any time a game weekend hits some ill-defined target of attendance, drunkenness, and myth-making. Hmm. Maybe. There’s a germ of an idea there but by this definition I don’t think we’ll ever have another Geekend. I’d rather spike the idea outright than have it depend on such an ephemeral future.

So, you know what? I’m not going to decide.

Maybe this was the End of the Geekend.

Then again, Maybe Not.

I’m going to keep this blog going, and use it to write about my gaming — you are all welcome to stick around and comment (please!). The best way to keep tabs on me is to subscribe to the blog via email (front page, right side, top of the gutter) or RSS. I’d also like to do some Geekend retrospective pieces. Hopefully over time I’ll be able to collect all sorts of trivia and information of Geekends past on this blog. Or maybe the blog will die out.

And maybe there will be another Geekend, in June of 2011. I’d set a date, but most of you clowns don’t commit until about 48 hours before the event no matter what.

So watch this space. And good gaming, Geeks, good gaming to you all.



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  1. Having returned from uttar Mongolia, beaten (as usual) but unbowed, I read this stifling introspection. Are you mad, I had marshaled my resources, contacted the Ugly one, and Dr Cold Balls, and girded my proverbial loins only to have the object of my intent snatched away at the last moment. I move that the census include those that DID attend the abortive Easter Massacree, and if the padded numbers do not suffice to put the sense of Endeavor back in your heart, the woe betide the Name of Geek!

  2. To declare the Geekend’s future “ambiguous” is the same as declaring the future writ-large “ambiguous”.

    Which is to say it is wise.

    The Geekend was ever a confluence of circumstances harnessed by men who were at best immature, and at worst, felons. It’s very nature encouraged and rewarded chaos.

    And by the very definition of the word, you can’t plan chaos.

    You can walk right up to the devil himself and say “I’m taking over Hell,” and he won’t strike you down or take any offense. He’ll just smile at your naivete’, for he knows that merely saying something does not make it so.

    You can say there will be a Geekend, or you can say there won’t- and the weight of this declaration represents the extent of your mortal powers.

    Well, not quite. You can foment unrest, you can encourage something to happen. To this end, you have been a hero- what I see and read here was indeed a Geekend, slouching towards Bethlehem, with one of the Knuckleheads-From-Small-Times bearing a richly deserved crown. He rides the beast now, grim and perverse, appalling and attracting.

    And what, in the end does this mean? It means that up until a month ago, most in the world only heard about the Geekend in the way that we grew up hearing about Elvis or Hitler. Now, NOW, people will hear about it the way you hear about McCartney or Al Qaeda- long-standing institutions, but STILL HERE.

    They might even meet them some day.


    Thank you for your efforts, Goldenboat. Know that I tell my own minions of my mentor from Deathworld, the war stories, the Leone soundtracks, the perfectly honed facade of jaded experience with a still-beating heart beneath. You’ve done a man’s job. Rest now, and we’ll see what happens next year- you can’t stop the Geekend any more than you can stop petroleum companies from Killing Us All… but you can lackadaisically encourage it to happen whenever you feel like properly -slacking-.

    1. You are right — I can only nudge things one way or the other, in the obscure way of the Power Behind The Throne. Merlin is all-powerful, but also cursed and limited in strange ways.

      We ride strange tides, but we can’t ride at all if the waves aren’t rolling in. And that’s the problem, of course. I think the Old Geeks have returned to their slumber beneath the waves, never to return. When you set four or five dates, only to find that each is a problem … well, that means that Geekery is just not a priority. It means that the polite, “Can’t make it this time, sorry,” is just cloaking “Not on your life, bub” … and that’s OK.

      I will take your obscure encouragements in the spirit in which they are offered.

      And my kids learned about Hitler in their cribs — speak for yourself!

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