fancy hotel

I'm in sf or rather redwood city. This hotel is way to nice to me. I feel like I have fleas just by proximity to its opulence. They misplaced my reservation and somehow it was my fault. Not at the misplacement, but that I was annoying the night porters. They all speak french even when they are breathing english.

Masturbation clubs and real dolls on hbo.

Now I'm at the bar. Business men pound down drinks and barter for more after last call. The foreign bartender tries to imagine he doesn't know the word for inventory.

I hear other videogame journalist being drunk. Oh tomorrow you've come. Past midnight.

My first review is up on gametrailers. Star Fox Command. I used some biggy weird and now I wonder if I was showing off. Alliteration may be a crime. Vulpine ventures? I took Latin for that?

The shuttle drove by Oracle. Their ceo's house is like a samurai's or pbs would have you believe it. Their building seems to be tall and on a bobbing island in the moonlight. All those databases guarded by this floating island...

I should go to Japan. My thumbs hurt.

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