Hello from the land of the crappy dial-up connection. No, they don’t want you spending time in the hotel room in Las Vegas. So, crappy dial-up and only local channels on the TV. I’ve lost connection twice just typing this, not to mention that I’m watching the fricking Bachelorette! Argh!
No lawsuits from Neil Young, yet, but I did notice an abundant number of referral hits from riaa.com (not the RIAA, but hey, ya gotta start somewhere). Thanks for those of you who left me comments on the song. I have the bestest friends in the universe.
Be back Friday.
Dial-up kicks so much ass! I had a friend that recently got cable after I had told her to quit calling me (has been for three years) complaining that her ‘computer’ was slow. She is amazed. It’s hard going back isn’t it?
You’re in frickin’ Las Vegas? And staying in your hotel room?!? Wasupwidat?
Now, I certainly realize what kind of bind a person can get in to financially there, but geeze, I would think you’d at least (leave the credit cards in the room, you can’t be swayed that way) walk around and see the sights a little, and watch the people, which would certainly be more entertaining than the frickin’ Bachelorette! C’mon, it’s Las Vegas! Suck it up, put down a few bucks and at least go see Wayne frickin’ Newton!
oh, this is a work trip? damn. 🙂
I have just two words for you:
Wayne Newton