You know your community's security is bad when the security guard's car get stolen from the parking lot while he's on duty. There is, by the way, only one way in to or out of where I live, and the guard's little shed is right smack in the middle of the "in" and "out" gates.   Also:  Sti . . . (More)

Preliminary job interview Monday.  Wish me luck.

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 will not be getting a house for at least 4-6 more months.  This sucks, monumentally.  Especially as it is no one's fault but my own.  I fail as a human being. Unless plans change, I will probably lock into one more lease here at La Chateau, then break it (and suffer the financial p . . . (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)

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)

When the DMV has a built-in concession stand, you know you're in for a long wait.

One other highlight of the Highland Games that I forgot to mention was that the park it was held at had a small population of peacocks that wandered among the masses.  They were probably saying something along the lines of "stop all that racket and get off my lawn!" but they were nice enough to . . . (More)

Rain in the desert smells like a wet dog's ass. This saddens me, a lot. I think I'll be staying inside today, after all.