I'm in charge of Game panel programming at my "home" con this year, which is fascinating. (Any Mastodon friends interested in being a panelist in KY on Easter?)
One thing I've noticed is how much my gut instinct is to "invert" the schedule for game panels versus normal track schedules. Evening is "prime time" there, but game panels get to compete with actual gaming, and I feel like earlier panels are better attended.
Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.