Hyperion Avenue

I went to a convention this weekend and apparently came down with “Convention Crud”, with amounts to a runny nose, blasted sinuses and strange audible thing that makes everyone sound like a Smurf trapped in a fish bowl.

Though my laptop was secure in the trunk of my car, my spell-check/grammar-check apparently got it also.

As writing is not an option, here are some tasty links:
Anthrax War: The Malaysian Connection

if theres one thing i love its tourists

Update:

Also,

Keanu Reeves doesn’t age

Thanks, Stephen

Going to DragonCon tomorrow!

Costume figured out!

I am going to get drunk (or pretend to be) in the morning ticket line and spend the day making guttural groaning sounds and mumbling abstract nonsensical statements.

In short, I am going as Gary Busey.

DragonCon

Okay, for the record you just can’t stop outside of a major airline hub and use their port-o-potty without asking.

This morning after a client meeting, the coffee was ready to go.  I had not properly planned for this and proceeded to drive around the Atlanta International Airport until I found a construction portable loo.  It did not dawn on me that I was entering a restricted area, but I will say I need to learn to read those signs a bit better.  After wrapping up the situation, I exited the closet to find a cop waiting on me.  Long story short, I was corrected for the error I had made and escorted from the premises.

Not to self, pay closer attention.

Oh yeah, God called.  He said he is glad he is in your heart, but could you quit lying and being a hypocrite?  It is starting to bum him out.