There were people all over the X with very odd paper hats on.
At first I thought they were really, really cheap Klan members.
“I ain’t puttin’ on no cloth hats like them uppity honkies down in Birmingham. If paper is good enough to wipe my mouth with, it’s good enough for hatin’ black folks with.”
I kept seeing one hat here, one hat there, and they just appeared at random from all directions.
I was trying to read them, but the people wearing them kept giving me dirty looks for staring at their head. If you are going to put a big fucking paper bag on your head, and write things on it, people will try to read it. If you don’t want people to stare at you, don’t wear the damn bag … or at least don’t act annoyed when they do stare. You’re the one with the frigging bag on your head.
But I digress.
I finally found a blackjack table full of the bag people, and stopped to inquire as to why they had bags on their head.
They informed me that they got them at the bar in the X called “Dick’s”. I didn’t ask them why they got their heads bagged at Dick’s because it sounded quite profane, and I find such references to be very offensive.
They did, however, agree to let me take their picture.
The storm has cleared for the time being. I am going over to check out the new all-electronic Poker Room at the Excalibur. I’ll send a few live cellphone pictures to this post which will no doubt be blurry and unviewable, but maybe one or two will come out. Anything is possible.
I’ll follow up by posting some thoughts on the place sometime on Tuesday.
Anyway, I was away for much of the weekend, and decided to check out some of the phone calls that we had received.
We got like 50 hang-ups (what is up with that?) and a bunch of calls, but I just picked three calls out at random, and decided to share with the class. I am experimenting with how to use these things, so I want to keep it short at first.
Of course, I warned you that if you called in that I would do goofy shit with your calls, and true to my word I did … and I will probably do even more treacherous things with them in the future.
Figuring that most people don’t want to simply listen to phone calls, I decided to set the calls to this lovely Sahara Hotel karaoke singer. If you don’t like the calls, at least you have something to look at. Las Vegas is a visual town, what can I tell you.
We’ll probably start a “video podcast” in the near future, so I am going to simply experiment with some stuff until we launch the thing.
How does it feel to be a guinea pig?
That’s the exact question you should ask yourself everytime you sit down at a 6:5 Blackjack table.
Anyway, I am still getting settled back in, so enjoy the two minute “phone cast” until I have time to make a longer one.
Wrapped up like a douche you know the roamer in the night …
Anyway, it’s that time of year again. The time of year when the earth is lined up with the sun perfectly to turn the Mandalay Bay into a supernova for about 4 minutes every morning.
I don’t know if they planed this or what, but for about a week out of the year, the reflection will concentrate on the middle column and form some kind of “super beam”.
People on the east side near The Strip actually keep their blinds closed during this week to prevent the flash-blindness that this event triggers.
Photos don’t it justice. You have to be here at just the right time in just the right spot, and you will see this unnatural cone shaped beam suddenly envelop the area, and then go away as quickly as it arrived.
I couldn’t even take the picture facing the Mandalay. I had to us the LCD screen tilted backward while looking in the opposite direction.
My guess is that they can also not land planes on the 19’s during this, because you literally cannot face southeast for a couple of minutes each morning. Due to the magnification and convergence, this thing is like 5 times as bright as staring into the sun directly.
It’s our version of a yearly eclipse or meteor shower.
I’m surprised some cult hasn’t started making a yearly pilgrimage to this thing, or some conspiracy theories have not sprung up around it.
Someone really needs to start a theory. It will increase tourism.
I would like to be the first to proffer that the Mandalay Bay was designed by engineers at Area 51 to guide distant spacecrafts to their assigned parking spaces 100 miles to the north.
