Knit Sisters

I’ve been here in Vegas for a week now and the pyramid is starting to feel like home.

If you lived here, you’d be a dead pharaoh home by now!

The Luxor really is special. It really is. You might not know it, but at night they turn on these huge klieg lights at the top of the pyramid to create a massive shaft of light that rises up into the night sky, a column of white light that is a beacon to all those who have lost their way, who stumble in the darkness without a slot machine or a cocktail to call their own.

My friend Jen e-mailed me to call my attention to the fact that the Luxor light attracts a “solid column of very large, buzzing, flapping bugs, stretching towards the sky.”

I checked last night after dark and you know, she’s right! Oh, what a magical sight!

Next to a solid column of roiling and swarming mega-insects, these other casinos, with their phoney-baloney Statues of Liberty,

Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses yearning to bet their entire life savings at the blackjack table and take in a topless show!

their fake castles,

That is so not a real castle, dude.

and their cheesy knock-off Eiffel Towers,

Ceci n’est pas une Tour Eiffel.

just don’t measure up. Hey, when those places can show me the bugs, then we’ll talk. Until then, I’m hanging out with Cleopatra.

Cleo and I have been doing a little knitting:

This is actually the Fetal Icarus. The previous one was embryonic, but I didn’t realize that at the time.

I’ve discovered that if you take your knitting down to the poker tables, all the guys seriously underestimate you and you can really clean up. Something to keep in mind for your next trip to Vegas!

Of course, there’s more to Vegas than just gambling. There’s also the

Thunder from Down Under Show Atomic Testing Museum, conveniently located near where I am working and highly educational regarding chiselled pecs and abs an important chapter of this great nation’s history. (Hi Alex!)

I was able to pick up a couple of nice picture postcards from the Atomic Testing Museum shop, which features all sorts of strange and wonderful products having to do with nuclear weapons and the Nevada Test Site:

Irradiating the bejeezus out of Utah since 1951!

Look close. There’s a different mushroom cloud in every letter. Someone, at least, has stopped worrying and learned to love the bomb.

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