Who Prays For Vegas?

Late arriving in Las Vegas; leaving for San Francisco shortly.

Bizarro world continues:

• I had to fly coach! Though I handled it far more graciously than LOML would have.
• 15 to 20 people around me in the plane now know I'm a Mac software developer, thanks to the priorly described hearing impaired guy who sat in front of me on the plane and talked to me at enhanced volume about my PowerBook and what I did with it.
• The family of Orthodox Jews seem to be happening by me incidentally, like that publicity-stunt runner with the flashing helmet in Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
• And isn't that really just unwanted competition for LOML?
• One poor bastard lost his wallet on the plane I'm about to board, and issues repeated complaints to an impotent gate attendant (she was v.v. patient, though)
• The Las Vegas airport seems to be cracking down on smoking; I can't actually see the air this time.

Good god (of biscuits), I'm tired. But not at all sleepy. Tomorrow's gonna be a long-ass day at work.