Irregular Verbiage

from the desk of Colin Nicholls

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Normality restored

Hurricane-level winds knocked the power out yesterday at 8:30am. The
power has just been restored half an hour ago. Will it stay on, or will
the 3rd storm expected this afternoon knock it out again? Either way,
it's nice to have the furnace on, warming up the house. It was cold
last night, and freezing temperatures are forecast for tonight so
here's hoping.

Thanksgiving Season

The last week or so has been hectic, with flights to San Francisco, Seattle, and finally back to Vegas. The first thing on Sunday morning was to get the cats into the car for the flight to SFO. Our plan was to get Kami and Sophie settled in Cats Cradle in San Rafael at 4:00 pm and before that could happen there were a number of steps that had to happen in sequence. We didn’t hold our breath.

The first thing was to make sure the cats were comfortable on their journey. We waited as long as we could for the cats to use their litter box. Neither of them made any move in that direction and eventually, around 8:30am, we just had to put them in their carriers and dump them in the car and take off for the airport, or we’d be late.

As long as the car was moving, they kept reasonably quiet, but every time we pulled up at a traffic light, they started yelling. Then they got really quiet for about 20 minutes. Just as we were turning in to the long-term parking building at McCarran airport, Kami got car-sick and threw up in her travel carrier. *sigh*. The smell was… strong.

The signs said the M level was open but after driving around in a big circle and seeing nothing available we returned to the ramp and drove up to level 4, finding a park relatively quickly.

I ran down a level to get a luggage trolley while L attempted to clean up the mess in Kami’s carrier. It turned out that she’d crapped as well. Oh Joy.

I distinctly remember standing next to the car, holding Kami at arms length as she dripped from both ends, and reaching out with a foot to stop the luggage trolley rolling away, while L cleaned out the bottom of the cat carrier with tissues. Kudos to L for always having a supply of plastic bags and tissues in the car.

After a bit of confusion at the check-in counter (“you have two cats? Are they in one carrier? It says here that there is one reservation for pets…”) we lined up at the security point. No VIP treatment here. The cat carriers *must* go through the x-ray machine, we were told. You can walk them through the detector door in your arms. So, shoes off, laptops out, pet carriers on the conveyer belt, and with Kami clutched in my arms, I walked towards the TSA officer, both our boarding pass clenched between my teeth, I think. I tried not to think about how Sophie was behaving in L’s arms behind me. She might very well wriggle her way free and bolt in the security area. When she puts her mind to it, I can’t stop her from getting away.

But fortunately, they were meek little creatures and we made it to the other side, stuffing them back into their carriers and recovering our laptops and shoes and jackets and vowing NEVER AGAIN.

We settled in at the gate and I checked on Kami. Breathing very rapidly. Not good. I remembered that we’d given her the usual morning insulin shot but she had thrown up her breakfast, and might well go into insulin shock. Hindsight is wonderful… there is absolutely minimal harm to a diabetic cat if she had missed a shot, but if her blood sugar got too low, it could be disastrous. And we’d be boarding a plane shortly and flying for one and a half hours!

L bought a shot glass from a souvenir stand, and grabbed some sugar packets from Starbucks and I made up a sugar syrup and liberally smeared it over Kami’s gums and mouth. It couldn’t hurt.

Fortunately, events continued without further disruption. At the other end of the flight we had to catch a tram to the rental car building, and pick up the car, get them settled in the back, and then RELAX for a moment or two.

I confidently assured L that the simple Google map I’d printed out was sufficient, after all, we’d made the drive from SFO up to Marin many times 5 years ago. I was *not* going to get lost!

We got lost. The Google route was not the best one and we found ourselves driving in central San Francisco. Yeah. I remembered these streets. It was not the best place to be when trying to get to the Golden Gate bridge.

We made it to Cat’s Cradle in San Rafael right on schedule, so the extra hour or so that we thought we’d have in hand turned out to be good planning. Kudos to L for figuring out the flights. Mark, the same chap who kept Cat’s Cradle open late on a Sunday many years ago, is still there. This time we were there promptly at 4:00 pm for Sunday opening time.

With the cats safely in their comfortable apartments for the next few weeks, L and I drove off and checked in to our human hotel, and then drove out to nearby Larkspur for soup at C J Chinese Cuisine.

For the next couple of days we showed our faces at the San Rafael office of our new employer, and visited our future residence, measuring and taking photographs and meeting our landlord.

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On Wednesday we flew up to Seattle and stayed for several days with Walt & Sherri. A blissful Thanksgiving. We ate too much and had a wonderful time, more so because we knew we would have to leave soon and go back to packing up the house in Vegas in preparation for our move on Dec 6th.

Ducks and Football, or, Eddie Izzard, Caesar’s Palace, LV

The Comedy Festival is on at Caesar’s Palace and tonight, Eddie Izzard appears at the Augustus Ballroom at 10:00 pm. Even though we are due to fly out to San Francisco tomorrow morning, we decide to make the drive down to the ‘Strip to see our favorite comedian.

(Point of fact: It’s not “even though”, it’s actually by design. We got the Izzard tickets quite some time before we realised we had to make the SF journey, and so the timing was quite deliberate, the earliest we could make the flight and still see Eddie the previous evening.)

We left the house at 8:30 pm, figuring we’d have time to maybe have a little coffee and/or dessert somewhere in the hotel. Alas, this was not to be. After we took the Flamingo exit from I-15, we found ourselves stuck with traffic inching along through clogged intersections for half an hour, making the journey to the entrance to the Caesar’s Palace self-parking garage.

Worse was to come. We spent another 30-40 minutes circling the floors of the parking garages looking for a spot. “Circling” makes it sound like we were moving at a rate somewhere on the positive side of stationary, whereas the truth was that we were moving only slightly faster than we had been a few minutes before on Las Vegas Blvd.

At about 10:00 we finally caught a glimpse of a car’s backing lights as it vacated a spot, and we took it.

Friday night in Vegas. There was a reason we never did this. Yet Mr Izzard should be worth it…I hoped. We’d seen his last show on TV and I didn’t think it was as good as his 90’s material.

We ran down the stairs of the parking building and out into a back alley way. Where was the casino? It was impossible to tell what direction we were looking it. We followed the road and eventually came to a loading zone and a security guy who said, “keep going that way, then don’t go through the doors but turn left and then right,” and actually those were pretty good instructions because we found ourselves at one of the familiar entrances to the casino floor.

Now it was 10:05 pm and we still had to find the Augustus Ballroom.

Turns out that it is up two very long flights of escalators and then down a very long corridor that must go the whole length of the convention center. At 10:10pm we thrust our tickets at the door people who gestured us through into a very large but typical convention ballroom, packed with people. We had no idea where our seats would be but an usher waved us along with several other people to a row of empty seats on a raised platform near the back – basically the best seats in the house! The show hadn’t started yet but everyone was very fired up and very ready and it was clearly only a matter of minutes.

Eddie came on and was brilliant. Definitely classic-era calibre material. It’s really hard to describe his kind of comedy. His zany, super-smart stream of consciousness is something you either love unreservedly, or go “huh.” We love it and several of his expressions have entered our permanent lexicon. (I’m less certain about Ducks and Football, about which he wouldn’t shut up.)

He was worth the kerfuffle with the car park, and the traffic. It was midnight by the time we drove into our own garage back in the North end of the Valley, and we had to be up at 7:00 to get ready for our SF trip. Tired!

Priorities

We have finally fully entered the Communications Age and now I have a cell phone. Nobody has called me yet, but when they do, I’m ready with my custom polyphonic ring tone:

Tarkus2.mid

The only tricky thing (after editing the MID file in SONAR for brevity) was using BlueTooth connectivity to copy the file from my laptop to the phone itself. There are apparently sites on the Internet that will let you send files to your phone via the cell network but the ones I found all required registration and possibly some currency transfer.

I’m sorted.

Not packing up the telescope just yet

Much has happened over the last month, including an effort to get things packed into boxes. Well I’m not packing the telescope just yet because there’s a chance I can get a decent look at Comet Holmes which seems to have undergone a mysterious brightening recently. A couple of nights ago I went out to take a look but didn’t even bother lugging the ‘scope out because we had a full moon – the largest full moon of 2007  – and I couldn’t even see Capella.

Perhaps tonight will be better? Unlikely. The telescope doesn’t have to be packed away this week. I’ll try later on.

UPDATE: The comet is clearly naked-eye visible as a fuzzy dot, even with a just-waning moon nearby. I didn’t bother with the ‘scope. Maybe tomorrow night.

21 Again

The first time I turned 21, to celebrate I went out and got my ear pierced and bleached streaks put in my hair. Shortly afterwards I remember promising and joking to my friends that next time I turned 21 I would got out and get a tattoo.

Here I am, having just turned 21 for the second time and I can’t go out and get a tattoo because I already did that several years ago. At the time I didn’t even remember my earlier promise. I suppose I could get a second one, but I think not at this time.

So I’m running out of options. I guess I’m going to have to shave my head.

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