I’m not home.
I got sent on a short notice business trip so here I am in the People’s Republic of California for the next two weeks. Luckily, I should be gone before the state runs out of money and chaos descends in a month or so.
I’m in Oxnard (about an hour north of LA) and it seems something important happened Sunday night (right as I was flying in to LAX). I think it was related to a sporting event and had something to do with lakes or something. Rowing maybe?
Anyway, I guess the team that Los Angelinos supported lost because they got all upset and burned stuff in the streets and trashed cars and buildings and looted a shoe store (how a shoe store had anything to do with defeating a rowing team and was deserving of punishment, I have no idea). Fortunately, I escaped the city without harm.
I can see why California is so strict on gun ownership. I’ve been here for two days and I’ve already seen three stories on the local news about people dying in car crashes…hey…wait a minute…
Although I know it’s nothing new to my loyal and dedicated reader (hi honey), expect blogging to continue to be light. I’ve got a “high speed internet” connection here in the hotel, but apparently “high speed” is a relative term. As compared to, say, sponge migration, I suppose it’s high speed. Plus I don’t have my comfy office to blog from, I’ve got a high desk and a low chair, the combination of which makes using a computer slightly less uncomfortable than a root canal.
My room does, however, have a semi equipped kitchen. That means I don’t have to eat out every night and can “cook” for myself. I took advantage of the situation last night by fixing myself a delicacy which my wife doesn’t like and so, I’ve been unable to indulge in for a while: Manwich.