As was often the case when I worked at Hooked, I go from pauper to prince for a few days. My "one meal a day of Ramen or other less-than-4 dollars food item" shall be replaced with the finest gourmet food (not to mention these are all-inclusive resorts, so I eat and get as fat as I can)! Instead of threatening calls from bill collectors, I'll be kindly treated to the finest amenities. No longer will I share a can of Fancy feast with Xanadu; I'll feast upon actual fancy foods.
Wilderness Press has come through for me too, allowing me to take this trip and extending my book deadline to do so! Hopefully, I won't have too many commitments down there so I can bring the ol' lappy and get some book stuff done in the sun.
Other news: I think if the 60's (70's?) rock instrumental "Classical Gas" had a batter name, people would still know of it in modern times. It sounds like a symptom of eating old-world beans. I've heard two versions: the more cheesy, orchestra-backed Hawaii 5-O simulacrum and a superior solo acoustic guitar version. I was inspired to listen to it after hearing Servo yell it at some guitar playing dope on Mystery Science Theater 3000 (PLAY CLASSICAL GAS!)
