Take a look at this sign, located right by Mandalay Bay’s elevators:
That’s right: rather than having to figure out which of your garbage goes into separate bins marked “paper”, “plastic”, “organics” and “trash”, you simply use the trash cans on Mandalay Bay property. Someone else will riffle through the mountain of trash and do the separating for you, leaving you free to do more Vegas-y things, such as recreate the events from The Hangover.
I’m glad I don’t have that job.
It’s still here after all these years – the ad for The Gun Store, which greets you at the baggage carousels at Las Vegas’ McCarran airport. It’s far more memorable than a mere “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign:
Case in point: the Sex and the City slot machine in Mandalay Bay…
Photo by Jennifer Brown.
I did a fair bit of work massaging some presentations and software demos into shape last weekend, but there was also some downtime. The Ginger Ninja and I enjoyed dinner with the Accordion City foodie group/dinner club known as the Society of the Secret Pickle. The photo above shows me playing Happy Birthday to Pat, one of the guests at the event.
Photo by Pat.
I’ll write more about the Society of the Secret Pickle and the lovely food we had later, but in the meantime, you might want to check out:
Photo by Pat.
For your Monday entertainment: Scott Williams figure skating to Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. This guy would’ve been a hero at Clark Hall Pub during my DJ years.
Some things defy description, and this Lawrence Welk-esque music video from the 1970s is one of them. You’re just going to have to watch it.
The gentleman in the video is one Edward Anatolevich Hill or Эдуард Хиль, and the song he’s performing is titled I am So Happy to Finally Be Back Home. The song is meant to be sung in the vokaliz style, which means that it’s meant to be sung without words. And wow, does he do just that.
Luckily for us, there are scholarly types out the on the internet who’ve taken the time to do the research behind such oddball phenomena. Go over to Justin Erik Halldor Smith’s blog and get the skinny on Edward Anatolevich Hill.
From summer 2005 to the start of 2009, I was a member at a gym located a ten-minute walk away from home. The crowd is made up mostly of people in their 20s and 30s, presumably students, singles and the “yummy mummy” crowd, with students and homemakers making the lion’s share of attendees during business hours.
Here are the ways I was addressed at that gym:
I switched to the new gym not because there was anything wrong with the old gym, but because:
Before and after business hours, the crowd is made up of people from their 20s through 40s. During business hours, it’s the retiree crowd.
Here are the ways in which I’ve been addressed or referred to by my fellow gym members: