More documentary footage on bee attacks:
Sometimes it takes a few plays before I really connect with bands and their music. I have a tendency to fall in love with albums long after others have started playing them at housewarming parties and they're on request in jukeboxes around the city. When it finally happens I'll listen to a particular album on repeat until I can't bear to hear another single note from it.
There's been many albums where I've done this going back as far as Disintegration, a time where I was going through the years of "How the hell did I end up with this family?", to more recent memories of drinking wine and dancing to Hot Fuss with my girlfriends. Each of these albums takes me back to a place and time, and reminds me of how far I've come and how much further the road is ahead. This month I'm stuck on Crystal Castles:
I know that the more committed followers will be quick to point out that this doesn't violate separation of church and state, because it mandates that the organizations don't use funds to convert people, but I'm calling bullshit on that. You can't enforce that without a HUGE effort. Besides, if there truly are huge numbers of people out there that just want to help people without saving them or converting them, then they should be perfectly willing to start a non-profit NON-FAITH ASSOCIATED organization with my tax money.
Fuck this shit. I'm voting for my dog.
Apparently, the Onion A.V. Club smells what I'm steppin' in. They are picking up what I am putting down, and clearly my VOX blog is the most important source for their articles.
Yes. I am a big deal.
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My arms feel like Jello. Today was the most difficult yet, and I had to take longer breaks in between each set. Depending how I feel at the end of the week I may have to repeat.
After years of going to Vegas for birthdays, getaways, bachelorette parties and one very cold New Year's Eve, I know better than to come into work the very next day. It takes a full day to recover from the excessive drinking and lack of sleep. Almost all of yesterday was spent either in bed or on my couch, minus the hour I spent unpacking and cooking dinner. Today my legs are still sore from all the dancing that I did on Saturday night. It was a fun time despite initial my concern that I was too old to be partying like that. ;)
The roundup from the weekend (includes only details that I could talk about in a public blog like this):
- Stayed in two awesome suites at The Hotel at Mandalay Bay. Very swanky but it was about a mile of walking to get to the pools. We were hooked up with a discount so the rooms ended up being cheaper than staying in Mandalay Bay.
- Average temperature in Vegas was 105 degrees. Such a shame that I only spent a total of four hours in the wave pool.
- My longest stretch of dancing in one night without sitting down? 5 hours.
- Celebrity takeover: Kardashians at Pure nightclub caused the lines to shutdown at midnight. We thought there was going to be a riot since they had a zillion people waiting.
- Bill for bottle service and table at Prive: two bottles of Grey Goose vodka at $450 per bottle.
- Stef's friend hooked us up with a "party bus" that came equipped with a dancer's pole. I would like to note that I did not partake in the pole dancing.
- Met Steve Kim from Chippendale's at Seamless, a new after hours club.
- Missed breakfast every day. But we did dine at Bradley Ogden and Social House.
The latter's tasting menu of sashimi was amazing and worth every
penny. Bradley Ogden is owned by the same restauranteur as Lark Creek
here in San Francisco but it definitely wasn't as good.
- I slept a total of four hours in two days. Woo.
I came home around 7pm looking forward to getting the new Eye-Fi Explore that has Wi-Fi geotagging and wayport HotSpot access. As usual the cardboard box was put in front of the door and the box was crunched like this photo. And it was so light.
I was upset like "Oh shit someone unboxed this and stole the item. WTF" but the actualy the Eye-Fi card along with the recipt was inside, not stolen at all. I was now relieved but I feel a bit concerned who the hell did this. My apartment building is secured with the key fob thing and an access to the individual floor requires a key code in the elevator. So it should be someone in this apartment building or someone who tailgated. Bleh.
My room is just in front of the elevator and I've been ordering lots of things from Amazon which are usually shipped by UPS and they're always put in front-door. But this is the first time I've got this. UPS always comes around 6PM so maybe next time I'll try to be at home or put a note saying "Dear UPS: Call my cell or don't leave the item here" if the item is expensive. Hmm.
Don't ruin our sweet lawn
I blogged about one of our great weddings over on my other blog, and forgot to post about it on Vox, whoops!
