Spending hour after hour in the Hilton ballrooms, which truly were quite nice, I found the huge light fixtures on the ceiling to be intriguing. They looked quite striking.
Somewhere along the line, my mind might have drifted just a touch (this was pre-pigeon) and I noticed that one or two of the giant… What are they? Flowers? Japanese lanterns? Alien spore ships descending to drop their loads of human-exterminating pathogens over our city?
Whatever. I noticed that one or tow of the giant things had shadows on them, showing that something was up on top of them.
Aside from the observation that it must really be a bitch to get up there and clean them if something gets up there, or to change the light bulbs, I realized that the Hilton had in fact given us the perfect plaything for the really, really boring conferences. It would be great if a group of conference organizers would give us the tools to play during the über boring seminars. It would be even better if a group of conference attendees knew about these and brought the goods.
Let’s say you brought a big bag of ping-pong balls. Everyone marks their set of ping-pong balls with their personal sigil. You assign points to the various shades, based on their degree of difficulty. Are they higher or lower? Are they blocked by other shades? Are they at a really steep angle? Are they near an HVAC vent, which would lead to some tricky air currents?
I wonder how many ping pong balls you could get up there before they booted your ass out of the conference?
I wonder if the next year you could bring in one of these ping-pong ball guns?
I wonder if you could bring in wiffle balls, with extra points for being able to curve them into previously unhittable spots?
I wonder at what point they just arrest you instead of banning you from future conferences?