Conventionally Speaking



Hard to Stay Awake

I'm a sucker for brochures. 
Now, how am I going to get them home?



I wonder if it's raining or if the sun is shining.

Going to a convention in Las Vegas is like falling into the middle of a bowling ball.  The hotel and convention center are attached, so no reason to go outdoors; the speakers drone on with amazingly consistent boring content; and the constant jangle of the slots beckons you from the tedium.  This convention makes me feel old -- I’ve been there, done that, and don’t really want to do it again.  Thank goodness for the spa – yoga, Jacuzzi, and steam bath and the world is right again!