I know we’ve all seen it. But it’s still brillant.

I’m back in Vegas safe and sound. I’m looking forward to a quiet night in the original puffy bed. Yesterday I was inspired and walked six miles round trip to do ninety minutes of Bikram yoga. I’m a little sore but nothing a few advils and some bad Sci Fi can’t fix.

Wow. I shouldn’t have made so much fun of LOTR. Because now, it may be my turn to be made fun of. I didn’t know there were panel discussions at Comic Con. Duh. Yeah, really, I didn’t. Now that I’ve found out, Nova is threatening to disown me for going over to the dark side of “fan girl”. I could have seen and listened to Ridley Scott (Alien and Blade Runner to name two of the best) talk today today. Ridley Scott!

Tomorrow (and I’m only going to name one because it’s the least embarassing)…..

2:15-3:15 Battlestar Galactica— Come see what all the buzz is about as SCI FI celebrates the ladies of Battlestar Galactica. Panelists include Mary McDonnell (Laura Roslin), Katee Sackhoff (Kara “Starbuck” Thrace), Tricia Helfer (Number Six), Ronald D. Moore (executive producer), David Eick (executive producer), and Erik Storey (VP, original programming, SCI FI). Moderated by Mark Bernardin of Entertainment Weekly magazine.

It is 2:19 in the afternoon, and I am still in the white, puffy, San Diego, W Hotel bed (with a light blue comforter). We all woke up at an ungodly early hour, went out for breakfast and dropped the men off at the booth. Nova and I walked back to the hotel. I promptly flopped back in bed and have been there ever since. She was more motivated and went out to run errands and do laundry.

Kevin, wrangled invites for Nova and him to go to a small, private party with Peter Jackson. She was worried because she didn’t want to leave me alone for the night if she couldn’t get an invite for me. I assured her it was okay and then we giggled about how both of us fell asleep during the movie. I’m not a big LOTR fan. I know, I know. Please don’t judge me. In theory, I understand what a great series it was, but in reality, I just wasn’t into it.

“LOTR, it’s not you, it’s me. We can still be friends though, right?”

Comic Con is not my natural habitat. It’s a good thing I blend well where ever I go because if that LOTR info came out, who knows what might happen. I think I’m safe because all those rabid fans are way to busy walking around the convention center in fuzzy ears and tails or superhero costumes to be checking my site.

We saw Stan Lee walking down the hallway while we we’re having a few coctails at a break yesterday. Everyone at the table almost had an orgasm. Although quietly as not to make a scene.

Since I’m on a musical youtube roll…

I’m laying in a different white puffy bed in a different city. I skipped “The Elvis Bus” tonight. A bunch of people rented a bus, dressed up as Elvis and went bar hopping. Ms. DeLovely and I went out for sushi and are doing nothing. She is totally passed out next to me on this white puffy bed. We just didn’t have the energy for lots of drinking, loud music, loud people and late night followed by an early morning.

I’m going to San Diego this morning. Once again I will say, “I love you” even to the people I might not. Also, as a parting gift I will give you my newly favorite song and beautifully creepy video.

I can’t decide if it would suck or be somehow cool if this was the last thing I posted. Well, you know, not “cool”, but…whatever. In fact, I never want anything to be the last thing I post. You know. Not dying ever and all. Anyway. Andy is driving back from making a bet at the Gold Coast to pick me up and shuttle me to my awaiting aircraft.

See you soon.

LA drum circle
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

I am just in love with this happy, happy, compositionally pleasing, fun time remembering photo.

I’m not even going to try to defend myself on this one. The muffled words that you can’t hear at the end of the video is “Where’s my husband? Andy I need you”.

Too bad I don’t have the video of me not taking the plastic bottom off of our brand new camp stove pot and burning the hell out of it.

Okay, before you watch this let me give you some background. When hiking the Narrows, there was not that much water. We only had to carry our packs over our heads one time. After we got through, we thought we should have had a photo op to memorialize the toughness. Yes, it’s true. You caught me. I’m a big faker.

Also, while recreating the scene, I sank down in the sand. What you don’t see in the video is me not being able to get up. I had fallen to my knees and am trying to lift a thirty pound pack straight above my head.

There are four men working on a train track. A train is coming towards them fast. It is going to hit and kill all four. This is a certainty. For this scenario, you just have to accept it as fact. You are standing on an overpass, too far away to yell, or warn the track workers in any way. You do have immediate access to a switch that would switch the train to another track. There is one worker on the other track that will be killed if you pull it.

Do you do it?

It is the same scenario. Four men are working on a train track. Only this time, you are standing on an overpass with a large man. If you push the man off, he will fall in front of the train. Because of hitting the man, the train stops in time to save the four workers on the track ahead.

Do you push him off?

This is not a trick or anything. Don’t over analyze, just answer what your first feeling is. I’m curious.

*don’t read the comments until you post your answers!*

I’m back….again. Really, you didn’t even know that I was gone, did you? I hopped in the car with three couchsurfers from Austria, Poland and LA, that were visiting Vegas. They convinced me to go to LA with them for a hippie drum circle on Venice beach. We danced around some, ate some good dinner, met a few great people, and I crashed on a couch. I flew back this afternoon.

I should never, ever complain about my life.

I’m back in Vegas, alive.

I’m off to Utah to hike the narrows. If I die in a flash flood (knock on wood….that means I hope I don’t right?) I love you all. Well, most of you anyway. Some of you I probably don’t, but in tender moments like these, it’s just more poetic to cover all your bases.

I have to write this fast because I’ve taken a Xanyx and I might be knocked out in the next five minutes. I haven’t been sleeping well and decided to take one yesterday. It worked well so I will continue on today. I was going to rationalize and justify my usage of ill gotten prescription drugs, but I just don’t feel like it. Also, there may not be time since I’ll be asleep soon. I have just enough time to tell you that antibiotics mess with the efficency of Lexapro. If I can just make myself sleep, I think things will be okay with my chemistry in a few weeks.

I’m tired and sleepless but with some effort, I’m feeling pretty good regardless of my imbalances. Despite the appearance that we’re not doing much other than hanging out at the pool and drinking mojitos, the underlying structure of the whole operation is a little stressful. Although, I won’t go into baseball details since it would be poor form and a possible jinx on our much needed upswing.

I’ve discovered the “new” (Nov. 2005)Green Day album and have been listening to it much through my big puffy, noise reducing headphones.

I’m going hiking for three days in the narrows in Utah. There’s another spot available if anyone (Robbie) wants to get away for a few days.

Tomorrow is the All Star Break. This is the three days out of the six month season that Andy gets off. He is very excited.

I want out of Vegas. It’s hot. From what I’ve heard from friends and relatives, everyone is aware of that fact. It’s usually this hot here, but not for another month or so, and not this sustained. It’s pretty irritating.

That is all to report from Cindigodotcom.