Humongous Vegas
This being my fourth trip to Vegas, I really didn't have much interest in taking pictures...until I stepped into this bathroom stall at MGM and saw Ingrid Bergman. I whipped out my camera phone and didn't even check to see if I pulled up my pants. If you look in the reflection, you'll know the answer. Please don't look too hard.
In my dreams, getting a royal flush meant thousands of dollars with balloons falling out of the sky as the flashing light on top of the machine goes crazy. In real life, playing a one cent 100 hand vp machine and hitting a royal flush means six...dollars and an empty 7+7 glass (and no balloons). Do you know that the odds of hitting a royal flush are 1 in 649740 hands? I basically hit the only royal flush of my life and got six dollars for it. That's just great. Also, the picture is not blurry. This is how the screen looked through my tears; first, out of happiness and then later, out of realization of what 600 credits multipied by one cent really means.
I spent my six dollar royal flush winnings rather quickly. I also placed some sports bets and played some parlay cards. This is all that's left. On the upside, I did eat many, many one-dollar hot dogs while watching every single football game on Sunday. Do not ask me to quantify "many, many".
It's no secret: the whole reason I go to Vegas is for Celine. This is the hallowed store in Caesars Palace where I have purchased more Celine branded items than I should ever admit, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. This time, I got a short glass, a postcard and (another) show program.
And the woman herself...kinda. This is the entrance to the Colosseum where I saw Celine for the fifth and final (hoo hoo) time. She's as nuts as ever, but I love her for her wackiness. That's my head between Celine's ...um, below Celine's... no, I mean at the bottom of the picture. Yes, that's what I really mean to say. Thanks for the Vegas experience, Celine! I'll see you again someday, but probably not as close as five feet. Dammit, restraining orders cramp my style. Right, Isabelle?
Labels: Celine, Football, Games, Vegas
« September 26, 2007 9:00 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Put your hands together
Celine to go goth?
If anyone can make goth music cheesy, Celine can. Where does the talent end?
Murray set to release duets CD
Doesn't Isabelle look ginormous here? Although, the picture is life-size... Speaking of cheesy, you know Anne Murray will bring it, but Isabelle's got the goods, too. (woohoo)
Labels: Celine, Isabelle, Music
« September 19, 2007 11:35 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Fantastically uninteresting
Because this will probably be the high point of the season for me, I'm going to be obnoxious (it's gonna be a stretch) and gloat over the ass-kicking I gave my fantasy football league this weekend:
-- Carson Palmer threw for six (six!) touchdowns and a thousand yards and the Bengals still lost because not only did they dress like an Arena football team, they played like one. For real, any team with uniforms that horrendous can never really be called "winners".
-- Each of my running backs scored 20 points for me.
-- My stud WR Andre Johnson caught two TDs (no, not STDs, although I can neither verify nor confirm that) and then he went and sprained his knee. A real stud can not be a gimpy stud!
-- Calvin Johnson and newly acquired Broncos Brandon Marshall performed exactly as expected and that's all I ask for.
-- Let's not talk about Tony Gonzalez.
-- Jeff Wilkins booted a 53 yarder along with 2 more field goals. I'm going to ignore the 56 yard attempt that would've won the game against the 49ers. But I like the 49ers, so it's all good.
-- My man-tasy player Champ Bailey and the Denver defense picked off 2 passes and sacked the QB 4 times.
All in all, I racked up over 150 points. Next closest? 108. I'm going to ride this wave all the way to Vegas for next week's games where I'll surely have a craptastic Sunday because real money will be on the line and I get nervous around real money. But, that's okay. I'm a winner this week, mostly because I'm not a Bengal wearing that ridiculous uniform and losing to the even more ridiculous Cleveland Browns. I mean, what's a Brown?
- The sharpest crayon in the box? (if you get this, you are like so awesome)
- A shipping company with bad commercials?
- A player for the worst team in the NFL?
- No, wait, that's a Falcon.
« September 17, 2007 4:55 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Ok, so he didn't wait that long
« September 10, 2007 4:30 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Everyone's got to have a hobby
V, a freedom fighter terrorist, is just waiting around for something to blow up.
Little princess chick is not at all impressed with Alien.
Here's a parade of Stormtroopers that strikes fear in no one's heart.
Robocop, you're so 80s. Everyone's moved on.
Even superheroes get tired.
This is the light show I watched, a.k.a. the Crüxshadows concert.
Labels: DragonCon, Movies, Music
« September 08, 2007 3:28 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Next Generation was 20 years in the past
The major stars for the Trek programming at DragonCon this year were high caliber:
-- Jonathan "I'm number one always and forever" Frakes
-- Brent "I'm funnier than I look" Spiner
-- Gates "I haven't aged since my pact with the devil" McFadden
All three were hilarious, inappropriate, and best of all, refused to humor the fans. You know what I mean -- those fans William Shatner makes fun of; the ones who ask questions about the minute details in obscure and forgotten episodes and the motivations behind characters during very specific scenes. Mr. Data had the best response to one such question:
"I thought about it for a while... and then I read the script." (paraphrased, which means I don't remember the exact quote...exactly)
If Marina Sirtis had been with this gang, all trying to one-up each other, it would have been perfect. She was at DragonCon two years ago and was awesome and I don't even really like the character of Troi.
So anyway, the guests this year didn't talk much about the show or anything really in particular. I actually don't remember any of the topics except one: Jonathan Frakes is a stud in the bear community. Did you know that? Me, neither! Neither did Gates McFadden. That picture of her hiding her face is her reaction. She couldn't look up for 5 minutes, but JF took the news more calmly. He said he couldn't wait to tell his wife.
One last note: They all imitate Patrick Stewart's voice as if he were possessing their bodies. Such talent.
Tomorrow: Freaks dressed up as...freaks.
« September 06, 2007 5:41 PM | Post a Comment | 1 comments »
Dreams do come true
...just not the kinds that count, like winning the lotto or door prizes. But I won't be picky right now because I finally got to see The Crüxshadows in concert at DragonCon. You could say this was a long-standing unfulfilled dream of mine that was gloriously realized just a few days ago, but that would be a lie.
Ok, I have wanted to see this darkwave goth band for the last 3 years, but I didn't put much effort into waiting for their midnight shows. This year, since we stayed at one of the host hotels instead of commuting, I continued to not put forth effort, but with remarkably different results!
Rogue (here in this picture taken during the show) is their lead singer. I have to say, he speaks so properly, he puts me to shame (ok, not hard) and I'd take him home to meet the parents if his hair could fit through the door. What an upstanding guy! The rest of the band includes a guitarist, keyboardist, some dancers and a violinist who jumped around and played at the same time. She and Natalie McMaster could duel.
I realized I haven't said anything about the con yet, so I think I'm going to drag this out in excruciating, mind-numbing detail for the next few days. In the meantime, here's some photos from the ATL Journal Constitution of the parade:
Tomorrow: Come take a Brent break* with me!
*If you watched Trekkies, you'll get that joke. If you didn't, it's best you keep it that way.
« September 05, 2007 9:00 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
