I don’t know what the deal is here at the luxurious Hampton Inn (you can smell the sarcasm there, can’t you?), but there’s some loud-ass shit going on around here. Someone or something keeps dropping two ton anvils or slamming nuclear blast doors or dropping bunker-buster bombs into the building or God knows what, but whatever it is, it’s loud as all hell and it’s shaking this place like a 5.2 earthquake.

Seriously, last night there was this Boom! from what sounded like the room next door and all the lampshades in my room started shaking. Just now there was another Boom! — not quite as loud or as near as last night’s heart attack, but the jolt was still strong enough to just about bounce my laptop around on the desk.

On the plus side, all the noise and shaking is making me not so homesick.

It annoys the holy piss out of me when people call California “Cali.” Knock it off, assholes.

Well, maybe there is something aboot Canada after all…

It’s 3 a.m. here and I’m still awake and I’m noodling around with Pie. I noticed the other day that the search window on the main page wasn’t working right, it kept coming up with an error message regardless of the search criteria. Now, though, it seems to be working just fine — with one exception: “Canada”.

It can either find everything that’s in here or report if something’s not in here, everything but Canada. Canada just gives it fits. That’s damned funny to me, and this time it is the Canadian angle.

I need to go to bed.