Because some conversations are too priceless not to repost. This one will have me cracking up for quite a while to come. Pieced together over 2 days of Tweets. vegaszombie = Zombie curtinparole = Winston ocasionalmadnes = Me Wednesday curtinparloe is saddened to learn that Twitter doesn't sto . . . (More)

*This is the part of the entry where we skip over a super-awesome OMG I can't believe I just saw Live poolside concert at The Palazzo concert, had an emergency trip back to Virginia to put my puppy of 16 years to sleep, hang out with old friends, torment the Warlord, and visit the Twilight Zone (als . . . (More)

If you're ever in Vegas you really should go see Blue Man Group.  Zombs and I just got back from it, courtesy of some free show tickets, 4th row center, just feet from the stage.  It was a stunning audio, visual and comedic treat, and an hour and a half of pure awesomeness. Since I can't . . . (More)

I just cancelled my order for the lastest Anita Blake book, Skin Trade.  I absolutely refuse to read another sentence as painful as the second one below, which appears on the novel's first page.   I refuse to read it even at Amazon's super-awesome discount price.  Hell, I jus . . . (More)

The following is the long version of the events referenced here. Since I last wrote at any length, a few things have happened here in Ang-land. I am now an official, voter-registered citizen of the state of Nevada, after putting the necessary DMV trip off for as long as possible. I have hit a small . . . (More)

In addition to Jeff Dunham in July and Ron "Tater Salad" White in Septemeber, I just scored a pair of VIP tickets to Live in 2 weeks' time, complete with a poolside VIP afterparty with the band. This is in addition to the free Playboy Standup Comedy and Chippendales shows last weekend (courtesy of . . . (More)

One day I should work up the energy to write something here.  Especially since I have had two kickin' Vegas-type weekend in a row that were really, really fun. Until then, there are new, shiny things in the sidebar.

I finally had a Saturday in Vegas that was close to what a Saturday in Vegas should be like.  It involved a lot of good food, cops, the Strip, getting preferential treatment because we were chicks in a convertible, and tequila.  And it almost involved Tom Jones and Criss Angel.  . . . (More)

My favorite Sushi place in town finally restocked their take-out menus, so I snagged one on the way in.  Any time you hear me mention "dirty sushi" this is the place I am referring to. Feast your eyes on some of their oh-so-scandalous dishes: In other news, the house both . . . (More)

Warning:  Long entry is long and contains fangirling over bagpipes.Last weekend, I got the first of what is sure to be many sunburns now that I live in a desert, but it was totally worth it. This is an extremely condensed version of events, because I am too braindead to remember things right no . . . (More)