Ah, travel in the holiday season. Is there anything better?
Yeah, I started writing this post yesterday at the Las Vegas airport. It has free wi-fi! That is hot. But I had to stop because it also has slot machines, everywhere. Noisy slot machines which drilled into my awake-since-4:30-a.m. skull like a, uh… like drills. It’s like the city very carefully laid out its strategy to remind people why they hate the very concept of Las Vegas the minute they disembark from the skyway. That is some fine civic planning right there if I do say so myself.
Anyway, I’m back in the fertile incubator of my existence, aka west Texas. I actually felt sort of nostalgic for a few minutes upon arrival, which surprised me. Then some guy started ranting about how he was all in favor of the Left Behind videogame because it lets you kill Muslims. (Real quotes burned indelibly into my brain: “Those ragheads go too far. Hell, if I were younger I’d join the army so I could pop a few myself. Nothing good’s ever gonna come from the Middle East, no matter what happens. At least in Vietnam, those little brown people could go back to farming rice.”) For some reason I suddenly remembered why I moved away.
So far I’ve spent most of my vacation finishing off Retronauts and the weekly roundup, but now that I’m done with that it’s time to end my month-long FFXII drought. It turns out my sister is right at the same place I was when I left off, i.e. hunting marks and stalling before entering the Henne Mines. And what better way for a family to bond than by trashing Orthros together?
(A family of nerds, I mean.)