Close Meditations of a Visual Kind

We arrived alive back at the Ranch at Wee Oh Dark Hundred this morning; staggered out of the rental, made a warm but brief hello to all the Border Collies, threw some food at the Kitnz of Apocalypse et al (out of sheer survival mode), and fell into bed.

Plop.

It wonderful! Well, people wonderful. Vegas fun. Will probably "Do Vegas" again some day, there's more to see. But this Rancher is glad to be back at the Ranch.

Definitely people wonderful. Meeting folks one's gotten to know through corresponance is a gas. How close does the 'voice in my head' for what they sound like match the Voice coming out of their mouths? Now, that's purely a sound thing, because all of the folk I've met first via corresponance (like, here on LJ) match the 'Voice' as written. Which is to say, people pretty much are people, and while there are the nasties about it's a Good Bet that they'll be like they are here on LJ when one meets them face to face.

Dredd Phredd Ot-tar quickly discovered that Vegas is a place that never sleeps... just passes out now and then. Saturday and Sunday nights he was out all night, got back to the hotel room about the time we woke up. Monday morning he showed up wearing a cowboy hat with an extraordinarily pleased look on his drunken face.

I don't want to know.

Been moving way to much to geek out much, but right now it's a GeekSiesta in wedschilde's room. So a quick summary posting of Our FredCon:

Friday: Arrive alive! Rush hour in Vegas sux rotten eggs. Blue Man Group is AWESOME! More later.

Saturday: More time at the Venetian, then to Madame Tousade's (popperaussie is an attention whore), then other places. Dinner at Todai, Ot-tarz totally disrupt the sushi bar. More later. Fremont Street Experience is AWESOME. Film At Eleven.

Sunday: zompus, singingnettle and Ourselves load up and truck over to Hoover Dam. Hoover Dam is AWESOME. However, the Establishment enforces a strick No Pets policy, and decrees Ot-tarz are Petz. Little do they know... More later.

Yah, I know, it's a quick summary. Film At Eleven.

First leg of the trip to Fred Con is complete. This message comes to you from high atop the Marriott Courtyard Tampa Florida. Was going to crash with fatfred et al this evening, but Herself had Levy County Fair Associaiton business which delayed our departure, and I called ahead and told them to go to bed, don't wait up for us. They've a much earlier departure flight than we do.

Good drive down, wet for 1/3 of it, and a spectacular light show. Though Houdini wouldn't of liked it.