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Remember my Ron Paul campaign post a few weeks ago? The one about how I saw a ton of signs and banners for him dotting Rt. 78 & 22 in Pennsylvania, months before the state’s primary?
Looks like his supporters turned Guy Fawkes day into a campaign fundraiser blowout, bringing in more than $4 million in one day. Congrats on turning the GOP race upside-down! Just don’t bust out that Howard Dean scream!
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus . . .
. . . and Siegfried and Roy are from Krypton.
This may be the greatest photo I’ve ever taken.
. . . But that fountain-show outside the Bellagio is pretty amazing.
The flight got pretty bumpy about 90 minutes from LV. Fortunately, I was on Xanax, so I wasn’t as uptight as I usually get during flights.
That said, I DID think to myself, “Ferchrissakes! I have THREE GODDAMN PAGES of Middlemarch left! I will be SO pissed off if we go down before I finish it!”
Early on in the movie, there’s an establishing aerial shot of Capitol Hill and the Washington Monument. And then the words “Washington DC” appear on-screen.
Flight was delayed almost two hours because a passenger had a breathing device that wasn’t cleared to fly. One of the stewardesses was the first person to notice that the device might need to be checked out, which is a little late in the process.
Having seen enough of the passengers shamble up the aisle to the restroom, I’m convinced that we were actually loading up on extra fuel.
I haven’t been to Vegas since January 2004, when I helicoptered into the Grand Canyon and was stage-side for a Tom Jones concert at the MGM, but I’m 70 minutes from boarding my flight to this year’s ISPE conference in the Unreal City!
This trip should be less eventful than that last one, mainly because I’ll only be in the city for about 65 hours, and I’ll have to sleep for part of that. Also, the exhibit hall hours start at 7:15am on Monday & Tuesday. Ouch.
Some business-related pals will also be at this show, so I foresee some decent dining (and some drunken football-viewing and -betting that will happen on Sunday). That said, Vegas itself isn’t conducive to my kinda picture-taking, so I doubt there’ll be a great Flickr set coming out of this trip. But if there is, you’ll be the first(ish) to know.
Here’s the lede from a story in this morning’s NYTimes:
Senate Democrats face an agonizing choice in the days ahead: find a way to raise at least $50 billion in new taxes, or undermine their most important rule [“pay as you go”] for enforcing budget discipline.
I find it telling that “don’t spend so much” doesn’t seem to be one of their choices.
The morning sunlight projected the window’s frost tendrils on the curtain:
I think the answer to “Where do I go to get my reputation back?” is “Not Sparks Steak House.“