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I uploaded my SD pictures. You can see them here I took many more, but I’m picky about what I upload.

I’m back in Vegas and don’t have much to add about it.

nova and cindigo x-sanguine 2008

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I was supposed to be back in Vegas this afternoon. I decided that it is next to impossible for Andy to get any proper programming done while I’m around, so I’m staying for a few more days. I know your all disbelieving my motives, but it’s true. Although I’m not missing Vegas, I am missing Andy. But, if I have to stay in sunny and breezy San Diego to take one for the team, so be it.

The epic X-Sanguine party on Saturday night was, well….epic. The above picture is of me and Nova. The party was sponsored by Red Bull and hosted by the Suicide Girls. I have to add here that photoshop has been very kind to those girls. (Like I’m one to talk. I photoshopped my wedding photos for god’s sake.) Also, they we’re alot more boring than I would have expected. Boring and young. Some of them looked 12 and pretty much sullenly sat around the booth all day texting and slouching. I have to say, it did wonders for my no longer 21 year old self.

We got to the party at nine and didn’t leave until around three. I was just going to write that I wasn’t even tired, but I drank so much Red Bull (there may have been a little vodka thrown in the mix) that I think I’m just now starting to fall asleep.

I didn’t think I was the kind of girl that enjoyed private VIP tables and bottle service but I learned otherwise. How fun was it not to have to stand in line for drinks and actually have a somewhat private table and chairs and not have to lean on a banister or wall for the duration. Not to mention that I got to hang out with the tiki bar tv guys all night. I felt like I was watching their video podcast live. Drunken fools, or genius drunken fools, you decide. I missed the crazy, floaty, blow up rubber suit girl but danced in the midst of the insane doctor clowns on stilts. Damn you cable that I forgot in Las Vegas that would allow me to upload all my pictures.

I heard that Anthrax (the band not the disease) was there and a main character from Torchwood. Not to mention Richard Taylor of Lord of the Rings (and many other films) fame who invited Kevin to New Zealand. I was jokingly (maybe) chastised by Andy for choosing to hang out with the drunken tiki guys and not the Oscar winning special effects guy.

I will be back in Vegas by Wednesday. I think. Maybe. We’ll see.

I am here, back to the land of milk and honey, beaches and right now, comics. This is my second annual Comic Con adventure. I feel like an interloper but at least a benevolent one. I mean yeah, I had a healthy stack of graphic novels in college and I enjoyed Ren and Stimpy but this, this is a world unto itself.

I’m supposed to be there right now. It’s 9:15 am and I was told to be downtown earlier so I could actually park. I’ve garnered a super secret special exhibitor badge that lets me in to the “con” (as we like to say) an hour and a half before the masses. I wasn’t exceptionally motivated this morning because I have two more days to cash in on that particular aspect of my golden ticket. Plus, my mom sent me an email asking me to block out a half an hour to “talk” (read complain and try every which way to meddle) about my sister who is having some pretty nasty medical problems. How could I go out and have fun, knowing that I have to have this important and life changing conversation. Better that I stay here in this fluffy, pink bed and await the call.

Yesterday I flew in to the San Diego airport and took a shuttle to one of the hotels close to the convention center. I shared it with one other guy. He was exceptionally chatty and after a few back and forths I realized a bit touched. He really could have been a crazy, drunk homeless guy. But him on the shuttle from the SD airport staying at the Embassy Suites? It didn’t quite make sense. He was asking me all kinds of questions, where I’m from, what I’m doing in town in a manner that I can only describe as a vacillation between Rainman and Charles Bukowsky. When I finally got to ask him why he was in town, he said that he was here for Comic Con also. He rapidly, Bukowski style, told me about being there in THE beginning, trading comics from under his bed in the 50’s and hanging out with the guy that started Comic Con.

When I asked him if he was here for fun, he told me, Rainman style that he was here for a panel. His panel. “I have a panel, yeah, a panel, my panel. Gonna talk about all this stuff, all this stuff”. I asked him his name, still half believing that he was a crazy homeless guy that was in love with comics.

His name: Ralph Bakshi.

I know for most of you, that big reveal of the name didn’t do much, but in a former life, I did go to art school and the name did impress me. Bakshi is one of the few godfathers of modern animation.

We got out of the van and the small thought that this guy was a crazy impostor vanished as I looked down at his dirty, cartoon colored paint stained once white tennis shoes. He asked me if I had a place to stay, because if I didn’t, I could stay in his room with him. At first I thought he was hitting on me, but then as I politely refused telling him that I was staying with friends, thought that he was honestly asking from a crazy guy perspective. He thought I needed a place to sleep and he had a room, perfect match. Or at least that makes me feel better about the interaction.

His panel discussion is tomorrow at 4:30, I might go.

My little home on the web is still a little rickety and not congruent with my grandiose vision. The spam is flooding in, the page readers are being set up and the broken links and strange browser displays are being dealt with. This will probably out me as a little more disturbed that I usually let on but, moving and redesigning my site stresses me out more than actually packing up my entire real time home and moving.

We’re dog sitting for another friend in Vegas. We’ve been given the run of their house and in a little over a day, have thoroughly trashed it. It will all be perfect by the time they get back, but jesus, we really know how to move right in. I hope we’re not being filmed.

Andy’s three day vacation from baseball, the All Star Break, is over and he’s back to work. We’re coming up to month five of seven-ish. The -ish comes about because we’re never really sure if we’re going to bet the playoffs or not. We’re both pretty over being here and looking forward to the end that is in sight. It’s hot, hot and more hot. The news weather people are really into talking about monsoon season but so far, only one bout of storms and I was in San Diego when it happened. For my tastes, monsoons are the best weather in Vegas. I’m looking forward to some torrential rain and destruction of the city that holds us in it’s evil (but profitable) clutches.

I’m going back to San Diego this week sometime to hang out with friends at Comic Con. I tried to convince Andy to bet online for a few days and come with me, but he wouldn’t be dissuaded. He’s a responsible guy that one. Although, I think responsibility is just a thin cover. He enjoys the time alone more than if I dragged him all over San Diego. I personally like being dragged all over the place, but my better half has a much more centered and calm demeanor. I thought for sure that the invite to the Dexter after party would have gotten him, but no, he stood firm. We’ll have enough time to drag each other around the world when baseball season is over.

I’m not joking about that either. It was my plan all along. I watched so much tv that I…..I can’t think of anything to end that sentence cleverly, but just know, it was an epic day. Abby and Sam, the two pug dogs I’m babysitting couldn’t even hang. At about ten or so they called it quits, moved from the couch into their crate and snored like small motor boats until I went upstairs at 1 am.

My original plan was to do more of the same today, but I think I’ve had enough. After the dogs and I are done hanging out on the couch and checking the internets I’m going to the store to buy a delicious brand of dehydrated soup that is only sold at two grocery stores here in SD. Probably this evening I will continue on with the epic slothness that I normally don’t indulge in.

You might have thought with the switch over to Word Press, I would try to refine and update my content a little. Sorry.

*edit: 8:08 pm, I’m drinking champagne that I bought today and watching this:

This is the best weekend ever.

6:45 am. We went to bed at 2 and were up at 4 to come to the Mac store at Fashion Valley in San Diego. You could probably tell already from the font, I’m in the SD once again. There was an emergency pet sitting crisis that I solved by jumping in the trusty Element. Any excuse to get out of Vegas, really. Pet sitting? Pretty thin, I know.

The store is opening at 8. Kevin is doing a pod/vod or some other type of -od cast linked to other apple stores around the country for Qualcom. I look all official and stuff sitting behind the swanky titanium table surrounded by all things mac doing nothing. Not to mention out of six of the swanky laptops, mine is the swankiest. I’m such a poser. If only they knew I’ve been using a pc for the last six months and it didn’t even really bother me.

Randomly, Eugene Rodenberry, son of, Star Trek creator, Gene Roddenberry just came up to chat and send a video message to the tech guy Leo Laporte. He’s waiting in line for his iphone too.

His famous "mew ball"

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I thought you’d like to see Andy’s *computer wallpaper for the baseball season.

*I had to put “computer” in there because I know if my mom read that she would be confused as to why we we’re wallpapering the room we’re renting with this image.

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One half of “Nicole and Will”. I thought you might be interested to see our colorful roomies. Nicole is here.

These pictures were taken while walking down the street to go to a suspected drunk driver’s house to confront him. We suspected him not only of being drunk (which is not necessarily confrontable on it’s own) but of hitting our other room mate’s car. Well, we pretty much knew since red Honda car parts were strewn down the street from Ben’s car practically leading down the block to a driveway with a red Honda that had it’s whole left front corner smashed in.

Is the entertainment is never going to end?

You would think for the first post on my shiny new blog, I would write something really spectatular. But I’ve got nothing.

I really just wanted to christen it with a few words.

Tomorrow is MY BIRTHDAY! Not actually the day of my birth, but, the day that my brand new bouncing baby computer will be delivered. I don’t know if you can tell, but this is my “excited about my new computer being delivered” font.

It’s way too long after the fact to truly tell the story with any sort of freshness, but I’ll try:

Last week, I walked over to the kitchen sink, put a dish in and turned around and walked five steps. There was an amazing crashing sound of objects falling to the ground and shattering and breaking glass. I turned around. Andy turned around. We were both a little stunned, and then confused. The most obvious thought that we both had was, something that I had just done, caused this. Then the confusion set in with what looked like a small door or cover to an air conditioner or water heater in the middle of broken window glass on the kitchen floor. It didn’t make sense because the window that the metal came through was was blocked by an eight foot wall.

Finally after many theories, we went next door to see if it was the most obvious culprits of all, the neighbor kids. A guy with red watery eyes, corn rows that looked in serious need of maintenance, baggy basketball shorts and a wife beater (slightly stained) opened the door. I thought there might be an argument. I thought this especially since our room mate Will had a few beers and he himself had no shirt on and seemed like he might enjoy starting a fight.

Amazingly enough, the guy was really nice. He came over to see the damage. We told him that the object came over the wall between our houses, and we thought it might have been his kids. He said (I don’t know if this translates in text but it was really funny) “Oh they did it. I knoooowwwwww they did it. I thought they were walking kind of fast when they came in the house”. He asked to have the piece of metal and then offered to pay for the window.

Fifteen minutes later a very red eyed, sniffley, sorry eleven year old came over to apologize. It was so heartbreaking and cute all at the same time. We all related to the poor kid. I don’t think it was malicious. I think they were just screwing around and things went to far.

I don’t know if Nicole and Will, the couple we’re renting from are going to actually fix the damage, but, back here sequestered in our bedroom cave, it doesn’t affect us too much. Although I can’t imagine that the sheets of paper from the DMV that are taped over the hole are doing much for the air conditioning bill.