I Still Don't Get It!

Ever wondered where we got our name? Curious about what on earth goes on in the heads of those who put this convention together? Well you've come to the right place. This will be a repository for all knowledge past, present and future that we think, you just might not get.

Previous Conventions

Running GAGG VII - "PSI-PHI-NUT"
Running GAGG VIII - "WINTER HOARDING"
Running GAGG IX - "Convention in a Nutshell" : Ninja Turtles
Running GAGG X - "X" : X-Men
Running GAGG XI- "Squirrel Tap: This Con Goes to Eleven" : Play off of Spinal Tap, Rock and Roll Squirrels.

The table, formerly known as "Table"

The year we were in 2 suites in Suffolk (97-98) at the end of a hall...so we pretty much also owned the lounge in that area. We gamed there constantly. And were also constantly throwing out garbage. Which evidently pissed off the custodial staff. Therefore we were REPRIMANDED by the removal of table in the lounge. That's right...they took away our table. Lesser men would have broke under such surfaceless pressure. But we had the HEART OF A LION. As soon as we discovered the table was missing (and why) Hugh "Stinky McGurp" McNeill and Foz "Buy More Fozware" Fozzington the Third made a chalk outline of the table using masking tape. That spot on the floor then became our table. We yelled at anyone who stood in the circle (we have to eat there!), we set books there and gathered around it. Our RA Kelly "HotRedhead" House absolutely adored us for it...and didn't at all want to kill any of us.