than half of the population of the USA believe in the existence of life
outside of our little blue marble. For scientists, the definition of
“life” includes microscopic critters that they would wet their khakis to
discover. If they found a two micron wide fossil of mold in the frozen
poles of Mars it would change everything we know and believe about our
My wife and I, however, have all the evidence we need and it is on
clear display just 25 miles outside of Las vegas. Since neither of us
are ‘scientists’, our vision of life outside of Earth includes a
spaceship, funny humanoid shapes, and of course a British accent. All
aliens have British accents. I don’t know why extraterrestrials have
British accents, because as I’ve clearly stated, I am not a scientist.Continue reading →
This post is a by guest blogger, the lovely and talented D. L.
Berliner. I thought it was high time something was written here from a
Okay, so we’re going to spend a few days in Las Vegas. Four days,
actually, if you don’t count the day of the return flight, which I don’t
because there is no fun at all in this day.
We will arrive in the middle of the afternoon on Day 1. We will have
full days on Days 2,3 and 4. We have tickets for two shows. We have no
other plans except to low-roll gamble, eat (casual dining only) and
maybe walk around a bit. The hotel’s website has pictures of the pool
area, which looks nice, so I may go there at some point when I get tired
of low-roll gambling, eating, and walking.
I am taking with me:
2 pairs of slacks
2 pairs of capri pants
2 pairs of shorts
1 swimsuit coverup
3 pairs of shoes/sandals (maybe 4, haven’t decided yet)
5 shirts and blouses. Actually 6, but two of those have to go together, so I’m saying 5.
And although it might be easier getting through Airport Security this
way, I am not flying naked, so I will also be wearing a pair of slacks,
a shirt, shoes, and keeping a light “airplane sweater” in my carry-on.
like to gamble and I’m a very loyal American. I enjoy gambling and
lately I’ve been gazing deep into my soul and wondering why?
If you have to rough it, this is the way to go.
I’m enjoying this existential exercise while sitting in a beautiful
suite in the Palazzo Hotel Casino in Las Vegas. I feel that deep
contemplation is best done in a comped suite with several flat screen
TV’s and prompt room service. I feel a little guilty luxuriating here
while so many people are unemployment and going through hard times. The
poor economy in Nevada is actually the reason that I can afford this. I
am what’s known as a low roller or maybe a minnow, as opposed to the
better known high-rollers or whales of gambling. There is a dearth of
big spenders in Vegas at the moment so the casinos have moved on to the
schools of minnows who meander about in our loud Hawaiian shirts,
carrying our players clubs cards and waiting for the buffet to open.
Casinos that a few years ago would never have thought to offer comps to
chubby middle America are suddenly treating us royally if only we’ll
drop our pennies into the penny slots. The $50 Blackjack tables are a
little dusty but the Hee-Haw slots are burning up.