Rule number one of traveling: Never show up in the middle of a Chinese New Years Day Parade. The taxibus couldn’t get me to the front door of the hotel, so, I went down Market street to Broadway, then up through Chinatown to the voila! the Hotel Triton…. which is an nouveau Art Deco meets post 1990’s Apple Macintosh design.

Once I got here, the color patterns alone frightened me back to life. In short, the rooms are good looking, and big if you’re a Lilliputian. I don’t mind so much because there’s so many mirrors I can see myself from any angle… A visage that always puts a smile on my face… but enough about how the room makes me look good.

Unlike last year, I came in two days earlier to work get a lay of the land, figure out how I’m going to get to the convention, where the best food is, and where the best Starbucks is. That’s a joke for those of you who haven’t been here. From my window, I’ve got 1 in view, and 2 more within a block of me. And there’s a Peats, and a few others.

Traveling rules #2: I’m lucky I don’t have cable - even though I’ve run all over the place, today, the History Channel frigging rocks. Last night it was wonderful History of Sex (Love the Greek urns… and both the Samurai and Greeks were a bunch of perverts). Right now, I’m watching Barbarian Battletech and the “Dark Ages. Gotta love those Goths. If I had a working TV at home, I’d never get anything done.

Third Traveling Rule - Holy shit you people watch a lot of commercials about erectile dysfunction and herpes. Both include side effects of sudden loss of blood pressure if you stand up too fast. Funny as hell if you think about it.

Off the Irish Bank in a couple minutes. Cya2morrow