Gonzo Lotusphere 2008

This year there seems to be a lot of people who are staying through till Friday or even Saturday and beyond. That makes it a little harder to jam your way into the last-minute interesting sessions. Persevere, it's worth it, like the Lotusphere Idol session. I'm curious what other people thought of that... email me (comments are still screwed up here, I'll fix it when I get home) and speak.

I was so tired when I got home last night that I forgot to put the "do not disturb" hangtag on the door, and as a result the dizbot has been tapping on the door every hour or so to see if she can undo whatever mess-making I've made here. It's a warm day so I am actually sitting here in my underwear (aren't you glad the iSight on my MacBook Pro is turned off?) and I'd just as soon not meet the hotel staff.

I are stupid. I forgot that lunch ended at 1:30 and not 2, so I am back up in the room eating old pizza and nachos that have gotten slightly rubbery in the weather. If anyone can save me one of those busted-pretzel cookies, I'd appreciate it.

Did I tell you about the cookie from last year? I left it in the outer zipper pocket of my suitcase and then used that suitcase all summer when going back and forth to Nora's and then when traveling. At some point last fall, a mouse in our bedroom ate through the side of the suitcase and got into that pocket with the cookie (and also a mayonnaise packet). The mouse wasn't a moron... he ate the ketchup packet and left the cookie alone. I found this out a couple weeks later, and pulled the still-pristine-though-hard-as-a-puck busted-pretzel cookie out to admire it. It looked just like the day it was baked, or mined, or manufactured, or replicated, or however Disney produces these things. I mean, perfect. No mold, no discoloration. Nothing. I concluded that it didn't spoil because it's actually inorganic. I think it's some sort of mineral they dig up on Dick Cheney's ranch in Wyoming, right next to the wellhead where they pump up that white stuff in the middle of Twinkies.

I went to work and when I came back, the Saran Wrap on the cookie was in the trash can in the bedroom.

"Where's the cookie?" I asked Nora.

"I was getting hungry and you were late, so I ate it," she said.

"Do you have any idea how old that thing was? I was going to photograph it and send it to Lotus."

"It was still good!"

I corrected her. "No, it was never 'good' but it was at one time edible."

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