I’m home. Daughter’s home. Didn’t get home until the wee hours. No time to elaborate. Overslept. Half expected boss to meet me at the door with “I’m so glad you decided to join us this morning, Mr. Norton.”

Expect full report of Gnomedex happenings to come later, including the geek version and the tabloid version. In no way expect the truth. But I have pictures… heh…

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16 Responses to HomeDex

  1. Scott says:

    About damned time! Now get those baseball games prepped!

  2. Scott says:

    Oh, and welcome back. 🙂

  3. Hey Lisa says:

    Welcome home, Sol! Glad you had a good time and you all made it back alright. 🙂 Can’t wait for your recap!

  4. kat says:

    welcome back!!

  5. Maria says:

    Welcome back!! Can’t wait to hear all the wild details!! :o)

  6. robyn says:

    Welcome back! Thanks for representin’ the east siiiiide!

  7. theresa says:

    Glad you and your daughter made it back ok 🙂

  8. jadedju says:

    You’re at work today? Isn’t there something in the personnel policies about days off when important posts about Gnomedex are due?

  9. gnome-girl says:

    there’s a tabloid version? damn I always miss the good stuff 😉


    sooooo great to hang with you although it definitely was not long enough!!

  10. Sunidesus says:


    Glad you made it home safe. I had a wonderful time hanging out with you. But Chey is right it was totally not long enuf! We need a week/month long blogger get together!

  11. dragonleg says:

    What? You were away?
    Missed you, dear fellow.

  12. brandelion says:

    welcome back, kotter lestah.

  13. brandelion says:

    that last comment of mine didn’t work as planned thanks to your html cleaning version of MT. thought you ought to know.

    🙂 bling bling.

  14. brandelion says:

    oh, and guess what? i missed ya, sol. it was incredibly lonely around here. ric the schmuck missed you more than i, if that’s possible–he kept driving up to my house and honking the horn until i would finally go to the window and yell, “whaddaya want?!?!?” he would then shout up, “is sol back yet?” and i would say, “no! listen, short man! if you don’t haul your smelly ranger butt off my property in five seconds, i’m calling out the frenchmen with farm animals!” or some such nonsense, and then he’d drive away. the process repeated itself, seemingly indefinitely, until we heard your cat screeching under the tires as you pulled in the drive, liquored up and smelling of cheap perfume. we cleaned you up to help save you from probable divorce–wouldn’t want the wife finding you in that state! of course, we found out later that you had suffered an unfortunate incident at the perfume counter of Macy’s earlier on and you hadn’t actually been carousing with loose women. but still, it was lucky for you that we were there to bail you out. friends for life, man. BFFA FFLA/ASL FFA. *hearts* *rainbows*

  15. “Tabloid Version” – you can say that again…

    [Mister Mittens – One not-funny pussy]

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