I may not come home. After I drop Suzy off at the Portland airport on 9/1, I’m coming back to Newport. And I might not come home. I felt more comfortable here, 3500 miles from my house, than I have in several months. It took me about twenty minutes at the Rogue Brewery Tasting House….
Welcome to what I believe to be the first update written in the morning. I just woke up in the Reno Hilton, and I’ve got a phone line, so it’s time for a quick update. So why is the RV guy waking up in the Reno Hilton? Well, Roberta Verona is at the doctor again. …
According to the menu here at the standard issue Nevada hotel/casino/24 hour restaurant 3 hours from anything in any direction, “Tonopah” is an Indian word that means either “little water,” “little spring,” or “water brush.” Search me why they’d name this town any one of those things. Did I mention that I had the worst…
I was hoping to be in Tonopah by now. Never heard of Tonopah? Me too, but it’s right about halfway on the road between Las Vegas and Reno. Unfortunately, a late start (I stayed up _way_ too late last night typing in that last update. The things I do for pseudo-journalism) and the desert heat…
My last night in Las Vegas. The time I’m writing this qualifies as “late night,” but I’m actually in a casino at the moment. No, not gambling. I learned my lesson pretty quickly (more on that later). I’m here having a late dinner. All the casinos have all night restaurants in them, just so you…
I threw away one Las Vegas update already. Those of you who know Vegas and enjoyed my Nashville update were probably looking forward to this; Vegas is far riper a target for someone looking to make fun of people. And that was pretty much what the first update looked like. But everything came down to…
Back in the desert again. It was a chilly 110 in Barstow today, and the locals are breaking out the wool and flannel as nighttime temperatures are expected to plummet into the high 80’s. Honestly, I have no idea how people live here, much less seem to be able to look at it as being…
Well, it’s eleven pm here, and it doesn’t really feel like two am, my time. I must be getting acclimated to the time change. Man, the East Coast’s going to be a right bitch when I head home… I’d really like to get to sleep soon, because I want to get up at six to…
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Comic-Con International 1998 is now over, and perhaps my life will resume some semblance of its former self. In particular, perhaps updates will get written more than once a week… And actually, you’re not going to get much in this one, either. I’m working against a for real deadline:…
Last night I wandered around Seaport Village, an upscale clump of shops (“clump of upscale shops” also works, but somehow “upscale clump” sends a more accurate picture of what’s going on here) nestled between the bay, the hotels, and the convention center. It’s a short walk from the convention center, and it’s climatically perfect at…