Sitting in LAS with 16:30 to go
Mar. 16th, 2005 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyThat's sixteen minutes and thirty seconds to go. As with all airport computer terinals, it sucks, and I dearly regret not purchasing a laptop.
I have been in LV for the past few days (I can't really count. I arrived around midnight Sunday/Monday and am departing 11:55 Wednesday. Three sleeps, with no other options to count available.
The city makes me sick. Monday was spent in a state of mild queasiness, and Tuesday in distinct illness.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_weasel and Doc Brian guided me back to a state of semi health.
All things being equal, I should have gone to GenCon. I'll speak about my activities at the con in a non-public post, as I do all things that could be considered complaining.
It is also possible (FUCK THIS TERMINAL AND ITS FUCKIN LOUSILY FUCKIN PLACED BACKSPACE AND HOME KEYS FUCK!) that the game industry makes me ill, as a good amount of the timeI spent at the Wolf was in various states of illness.
The sole highlights of the trip were dinner with some good fellows last night, a quick lunch with Matt Forbeck & The Writer Formerly Known as Ken Hite, and a breakfast (danish and free grape soda, quantities limited) with Chris Pramas,righteousfist and a variety of other fellows, including a very short visit from jadasc who only had enough time to give a quick summary of a vampire based strip show.
The constant clattering of slot machines is like something Dickens would write about in terms of incredible inhumanity.
I received swag with a value of >0, but not much, although I am proud to now own the only setting book so far produced for d20 Future.
This Terminal Hates Me. and I hate it. Barring what would be a certainly violent reaction from various airport/homeland security types, I'd rip its keyboard from its docking station and hurl it across the terminal.
I called my wife shortly ago. If you read this, please apologize to her for my incosiderateness. I miss her.
It was good to see everyone I saw, and I miss everyone I missed. I like to think I did my job, but as I said, locked post.
Now I need to figure out who I get to dissapoint Friday: Creighton,pyat and his forlorn devils, or my wife. The joyful options I find myself facing fill me with a sense of glee generally reserved for death row inmates.
Good night. I get to try to sleep soon, on a plane inthe seat that doesn't recline.
I hate you all, but in a special way.
2:23. That's about $4.
I have been in LV for the past few days (I can't really count. I arrived around midnight Sunday/Monday and am departing 11:55 Wednesday. Three sleeps, with no other options to count available.
The city makes me sick. Monday was spent in a state of mild queasiness, and Tuesday in distinct illness.
mr_weasel and Doc Brian guided me back to a state of semi health. All things being equal, I should have gone to GenCon. I'll speak about my activities at the con in a non-public post, as I do all things that could be considered complaining.
It is also possible (FUCK THIS TERMINAL AND ITS FUCKIN LOUSILY FUCKIN PLACED BACKSPACE AND HOME KEYS FUCK!) that the game industry makes me ill, as a good amount of the timeI spent at the Wolf was in various states of illness.
The sole highlights of the trip were dinner with some good fellows last night, a quick lunch with Matt Forbeck & The Writer Formerly Known as Ken Hite, and a breakfast (danish and free grape soda, quantities limited) with Chris Pramas,
righteousfist and a variety of other fellows, including a very short visit from jadasc who only had enough time to give a quick summary of a vampire based strip show. The constant clattering of slot machines is like something Dickens would write about in terms of incredible inhumanity.
I received swag with a value of >0, but not much, although I am proud to now own the only setting book so far produced for d20 Future.
This Terminal Hates Me. and I hate it. Barring what would be a certainly violent reaction from various airport/homeland security types, I'd rip its keyboard from its docking station and hurl it across the terminal.
I called my wife shortly ago. If you read this, please apologize to her for my incosiderateness. I miss her.
It was good to see everyone I saw, and I miss everyone I missed. I like to think I did my job, but as I said, locked post.
Now I need to figure out who I get to dissapoint Friday: Creighton,
pyat and his forlorn devils, or my wife. The joyful options I find myself facing fill me with a sense of glee generally reserved for death row inmates. Good night. I get to try to sleep soon, on a plane inthe seat that doesn't recline.
I hate you all, but in a special way.
2:23. That's about $4.
