Las Vegas and Two Unrelated Questions

To catch y’all up one the last few days:

* We had a good time in Las Vegas. I’m not a huge fan of Vegas, but it’s not designed with me in mind, since I don’t drink, gamble or whore, so this is not a huge surprise. Krissy, however, enjoys two of these three (I leave it to your imaginations to guess which two, you sick freaks), and indeed, thanks to her skill at one of them, we came out with more money than we went in (that would be gambling, by the way. Jeez). Also, thanks to the single unpleasant event of the stay, which involved a jerk on the dance floor, we got about 40% of the cost of our stay knocked off our room bill. This didn’t do us much good, since our stay was paid for by other people, but I’m sure they appreciated it. And since the event wasn’t really that unpleasant (more like annoying), the ratio of unpleasantness to reward was a good one.

As noted earlier, we were there for a wedding, of our friends Joe Rybicki (who is my editor at the Official US Playstation Magazine) and his new bride Kim. I officiated, which is always a pleasure; there’s very little I enjoy more than marrying off two people I really like, and Kim and Joe certainly count in that category. The whole wedding was lovely; it took place at the House of Blues Foundation Room, which if you’ve never been to is simply a gorgeous little hideout at the top of the Mandalay Bay hotel. Vegas is famous for having places that look like other places, and this place was right out of either New Orleans or Bangkok, take your pick. If you have a chance to go, I recommend it. And the wedding party and the guests were all fine and interesting folks. It’s possible you had a better time on Saturday than we did, but I doubt it.

Aside from the wedding, I came to Las Vegas with only one thing in mind, and here it is:

Yes, I had me a Double-Double, animal style. Twice. And it keeps getting better each time you have one. After I was done with my first Double-Double, Krissy asked me if there was anything else I wanted to do in Vegas, and I said “Nope. I’m good.” What can I say, I’m a simple man.

Also, a note to all mid-westerners who persist in trying to compare White Castle to In-N-Out: Stop. Just stop. There is no comparison between the two; it’s like trying to compare potted meat food product to kobe beef. I wouldn’t feed White Castle to my dog. Every time to you try to suggest that White Castle and In-N-Out are even in the same phylum of edibility, you embarrass yourself, and show your ignorance of what a hamburger should be. I beg you. Stop. Now.

Now, two absolutely unrelated questions:

* Does anyone know of a spellchecker one can use with Firefox on the Mac? I’m not finding a spellcheck extension for the Firefox browser at all (much less on the Mac), and I would love to find one since I’m writing these more on the Mac these days, and a spellcheck would make me look less like an idiot.

* Also, I’ve been invited to appear at Confluence, which is a small literary-oriented con in Pittsburgh (or so they tell me). It’s about a month away, and I’m trying to decide whether I have time to fit it into my schedule, which is very tight these days. Has anyone been to this con in previous years? Tell me what you’ve thought about it.


Tat Me, Babe

Because love is not love unless there’s ink involved, and knowing that tattooing has forever cemented the ageless love between celebrities like Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder, and Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton, and because we were in Vegas, the land of ill-advised adventures, Krissy and I have memorialized our love in matching barbed wire tattoos, because of course the symbolism of barbed wire means so much to the both of us (I bring it up here all the time, do I not?) and also the other options were all Celtic braids, and those are just plain silly. So there you have it. Love, in black, tar-like ink! And it hardly hurt at all.

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