Home from Paul-E-Palooza 3 with my head all crammed full of new stuff and ready to sleep in my own bed again after spending the last three nights in my little Fortress of Solitude.
thusly: "A mentally impaired squirrel could assemble this tent using just his teeth." Well that's the tent for me, then!
I pulled it out of its flat, circular case and the thing practically deployed in my hand. Stake it down, hook the corners of the already-attached rain fly if you want, throw your junk in, and bed down for the night.
Reports on the conference after a good night's sleep; it's been a couple long days.