Just running through my newly-broken phone (dropped from booth height to the hard, unforgiving floor below) to pull the interesting bits off it. It wasn't a good week for the phone, which now can send voice and play any type of noise you can imagine via the speaker, other than what the person at the other end is saying. Limiting its usefulness as a phone just a tad.
The beautiful and clement Gold Coast Convention Centre, as seen from the Weird Snakey Walkway that Winds Its Weaving Way Betwixt The Casino And The Convention Centre.
If there's a cluster of Microsoft employees, it must be a Media Centre, here seen featuring Derek, Mark and Raj. Yep, it's the MCE stand. Before customers got there. Then we watched TV, with the customers. Nice. MCE == good.
Darwin tries to hold back the burp.
Moving away from the burp, we can see Shashank, with red I AM AN EXPERT authority badge. Mmmm. Authority.
Queen Betsy is laughing because she can see the 9 guy's bum from her angle.
Liv-who-is-called-Kate holding up the Services stand, but you can sort of make out Kellie behind her hair, and you can see Charlie in the background. And some unrelated HP folk. I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
Tony didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition either, but he thought they went over there.
Everyone loves Angus*.
Lesson Learned: It's sometimes easier to list what people can't ask you about, but when it's fifty-fifty, you might as well just give up.
Lesson #9163287: No More Self Portraits While Sick And Distended. And having focal issues.
It was a good Tech.Ed. Hope you enjoyed it too.