Back in the Hiz-ouse, Bitches!

I don't have a lot of pictures from the trip, except for this proof I am a poor bowler:



When I was younger, I used to take pictures all the time. I was obsessed with photographing my existence, proving my survival by how many pictures I captured. It's something I picked up from my parents, I suppose. If you stacked up all the pictures of me & that I took over the years of my life, it would be a steadily declining curve, with a sharp jump up for one particular year in college when I carried a camera everywhere and photographed everything. In film.

I don't require that kind of severe cataloguing anymore, but all the same, I can think of at least 3 things off the top of my head from this past week that I wish I had a physical representation for, not just one in my head. I can't go backwards in time and pluck those out of the ether, so I just have to hope that someone else captured those moments and I can duplicate those images.

. . .

So Macworld was fun. It took a lot longer to set up than I thought it would. I think at least part of that was that a lot of people were tired, and especially I was tired, and everyone had their own ideas about how things should go.

We did finish up, and finish finishing up in the morning, and past the crush of that first open expo day, everything was great. Wednesday through Friday was smooth as lubricated silk, the breakdown took 20 minutes, and we even got to the airport on time.

All that's left to do at this point is get the expenses expensed. Yay!