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Well, we didn't get smoked as bad as they did in San Diego, but we lost Salt Lake City 699-558, mostly on portal control; it looks like we split the shards and were even in links & fields. Our team got changed from a cluster team to a flex team two days before the anomaly, which was a bad move - in addition to myself, two of my teammates were heavy and slow, plus one of our guys had been on GORUCK ops Friday night and his feet were a mass of blisters. Combine this with poor intel and (possibly) worse dispatch, and it's a wonder we did even that well. We seemed to be consistently outnumbered by the frogs, which made holding and taking portals difficult, and their intel advantage meant we were always having to react to them. Didn't help that our team had no clearly assigned roles, so everyone did what they thought best, and that ended about as well as it usually does against people who know what they're doing. Now that I know that, I'm more inclined to regard my team chief, MasterTony, kindly; he got bogged down trying to comprehend the weird pronouncements coming down from On High. For my part, I was completely shot out by 1800 - I had not one burster or ultrastrike left, just three ADAs and three Jarvises; my stock of resonators was likewise depleted, though I had a few dozen of each L4-L8 reso.

I'd hoped to make level 12 out of this anomaly, but that was foolish. Unlike Baltimore, the play area was much smaller, and what with driving in Friday and the exertions of Saturday, I didn't feel much like wandering around Salt Lake City more than I already had. I did take some time on the way home Sunday to wander off I-15 into a few small towns that looked like they might have portals, but again, by the time I got to St. George, I was tired and just wanted to eat my burger and cheese curds and go home without any further drive-by hacking. Besides, it was 110 degrees out. Anyhow, with all that hacking, I'm now only 211 short of going gold in Explorer and 244 in Pioneer, but I'll probably get Explorer first since I only have to hack, not capture. Of course, that means I'll have to actually devote a little more time to Ingress than I have been lately.

well so much for that bonus

Woke up around 1300, drank breakfast (protein shake and coffee) and performed the daily bloggage. Weight and BG were both down, and I finally got under 390 for the first time this month. The Uber pay dropped, so I put the SE tax in the shares account and avoided even looking at Amazon or anything else tempting. Chewed on some almonds in lieu of eating a real dinner; I'll probably snack on some stuff while I'm out driving.

Finally installed Telegram on my phone, updated my inventory list for this weekend, and fired off a question about meeting on Friday night/Saturday morning before the shard event goes down. Apparently it's going to be in the 90s, but I'm going to be on a cluster team so I won't be hiking all over SLC. Going to try and reduce my inventory of L4 and L5 bursters in favor of L6 and L7 models; might take the time to glyph hack the backyard farm tonight and tomorrow night so I can maximize the amount of useful stuff I'll be taking up the 15.

Uber is offering a bonus this weekend: from Thursday morning until Sunday night, if I get 50 rides I'll get a $500 bonus. Since I'll be out of town Friday and Saturday, that's not too likely, but I suppose it could happen. Not going to stress about it. For now, I'm going to clean up, go fuel up the Hyundai, and head out to see what there is to see on Wednesday night. I do need to pick up some laundry detergent, dairy product, and allergy meds, but the latter will probably have to wait until tomorrow unless I can find a 24-hour pharmacy sometime tonight.

In the harsh light of the evil Day Star

Well, that was the worst Friday night I've had since I started driving for Uber. It was fairly slow in and around the Strip, especially for a Friday night; there seemed to be just as many people around as on a normal Friday night, but for the most part, they weren't calling for Uber rides. So, after dropping off a young man in North Las Vegas about 0300, I headed for the Uber lot at the Speedway to get some of that sweet guaranteed money, but I took a wrong turn, had to go back down to Lamb and get on to the 15 there...and as a result wound up spending the next three-four hours trapped in traffic. I finally arrived at the lot around 0715, and found that while the lot was full of Uber drivers and a surge was allegedly in effect, there were no riders to be picked up. I hung around until 0815 before giving up and heading home. That took me another hour or so on Las Vegas Boulevard since of course the southbound I-15 was all jacked up with people leaving EDC. Obviously Uber's desperate call for drivers was answered in abundance, while their projections of demand fell well short of the supply of drivers. I almost certainly would have done better just hanging around the Strip doing the normal Friday night thing. I'm undecided whether I want to risk getting stuck in traffic again Saturday night/Sunday morning for the sake of a guaranteed gross of $80 if I manage to get in early enough, or just say to hell with it and go about my business. Obviously there is no way in heaven, hell, or earth I'm going to collect that $500 bonus, and I doubt if anyone else will either, since the notion of someone managing more than one rider out of that shitshow is patently ridiculous. Have to sleep on it.


Saturday at Balticon

No weight today, obviously, but my BG readings at breakfast and lunch were both under 140, so I have that going for me.

Got up very early (0630) and did breakfast with Mark at the Chick-Fil-A before going to a couple of Connie Willis panels on writing, which were both very entertaining and somewhat instructive, and then spent a couple of hours chatting with Kyle McAbee about A.E. Van Vogt and other authors*. He also suffered through my synopsis of Starfighter Girls and suggested something to make Reiko more sympathetic and not so much of a cold, calculating, manipulative bitch, which I am afraid is how she'll look to people as the novel stands now. We also discussed in passing L. Sprague DeCamp's opinion that older writers should seek younger collaborators to help them with plotting, since apparently plotting skills weaken with age, and I commented that this seemed to be what Jim Baen had done with David Drake and Eric Flint, who have been teamed with entire stables of younger writers, many of whom have gone on to solid careers on their own, e.g. S.M. Stirling, Chuck Gannon, etc., and later Kyle came up to me while Mark and I were waiting for an elevator to inform me that at the Baen Roadshow panel (which I missed because after eating lunch at CFA I was hanging out with deathquaker getting caught up and talking a lot about Fallout) Jim Minz confirmed that this was exactly what Jim Baen had done.

I spent some time after that while Mark was trying to nap working on the FMJRA and posting it, after which we went off to McCormick & Schmick's, where I was entranced by the waitress (who turned out to be a geek**) and enjoyed my BLT salad and soft-shelled crab. Went to an 8 PM reading at which the O'Floinn was supposed to be reading, but alas, he was not. There are panels and readings he's scheduled for tomorrow, though.

The one dark note in the day was hearing from my Aunt Maureen that my godfather is quite ill - his liver appears to have revenged itself upon him, and after being hospitalized and treated for edema, he's given up the creature (one hopes this lasts) and lost 30 pounds, but I notice she didn't give any indication of whether he'd completely recover or how long the doctors were giving him or what. He may be a mean old drunk, but it doesn't mean I want him to croak off just yet.

May be spending most of Sunday sleeping in/working on Rule 5 Sunday/watching anime, because there's no programming I really want to see until 1600. We'll see how that goes.

*I'd previously met him and the lovely Monica outside the dealers' room, where I bought a used copy of Firestar and may be acquiring a duplicate set of Robert Frezza's Suid-Afrika trilogy so I have a backup against the day when my original set wears out.

**I mentioned to her that Balticon has day passes and invited her to drop by tomorrow or Monday.

Friday, better late than never

So I threw all my shit in the big suitcase, after carefully wrapping the nose hose in bubblewrap recycled from the printer and PC boxes, and found that despite putting most of my clothes, the CPAP machine, a power strip, and various sharp objects I didn't feel like surrendering to the TSA in it, the suitcase was only half full. Maybe I'll put a box of books in it on the return trip. Bandages, tape and medicines went into the backpack, along with shaving gear & toothbrush & toothpaste, and I also stuck the phone charger in the side pocket. The Kindles went in the computer bag. All in all, I got packed in plenty of time to drag all my stuff downstairs and summon an Uber driver to lug me to the airport.

As it happened, since my ear buds had gone missing and I didn't feel like lugging my Koss cans along, I had to buy replacement earpieces at the airport, and a brief look at what Brookstone convinced me I didn't want to buy any kind of headphones or earbuds from them. Wound up buying a set of Sony earbuds and a bottle of overpriced Diet Coke from the Hudson News down the hall, and that sufficed. Preboarded the flight to BWI, which turned out to be full, and dozed uncomfortably for about an hour or so while reading Sarah Hoyt's Through Fire. Got my suitcase fairly promptly, pinged Uber, and somehow missed my driver the first time he went by. We compared notes on driving in Baltimore versus driving in Las Vegas, and I tipped him $5 because life is hard.

Got stuff up to the room; Paul was absent; according to Mark, he'd fallen behind the laundry curve and would be along Saturday. We ate dinner at Five Guys - just a bacon cheeseburger and Diet Coke, no fries - and went back to the hotel via the third floor bridge from the Galleria, except we couldn't get in because there was a fire. That got settled in about half an hour, and we went back inside (via the Galleria, which was a useless collection of high-fashion stores) and back to the room. Presently I got pinged by cipherpunk, who inquired as to my dinner plans; I agreed to come along and have a nosh, maybe a salad or something. I wound up at Uno with him getting wings because the pseudo-Irish collision cuisine at Tir Na Nog did not appeal. We had a long conversation over dinner about how the world was going to shit and then went back to the hotel, where I changed my bandages, set up the nose hose, and babbled at Mark while doing so. Fortunately I fell asleep very quickly and slept most excellently.

Trump, Cruz, and the delegate question

I can't remember whether my friend L. is still on LJ, but in case she's not, I'm leaving the post public but pre-emptively closing the comments, since I don't feel like arguing about this.
Caveat: While I may have been active in conservative (usually Republican) politics since 1988 or so, this is the first time I've been a delegate to a state GOP convention, so I'm not exactly a master of the parliamentary procdedures, inside baseball, and arcane rules used to run these things. Still, I'm going to answer the question as best I can.
"Now that Cruz has dropped out of the race how does that affect his delegates? (I seem to remember you were one? Maybe I'm crazy.) Could he still win on delegates even though he left the race or is it Trump uncontested now?"

Well, first of all, Cruz hasn't dropped out of the race. He's suspended his campaign. It's a subtle but important difference. If he'd gotten out of the race entirely, he would be releasing his delegates to do whatever they wanted to do. As it is, he still has control over his delegates (mostly) on the first ballot. What complicates this is that different state party organizations have different rules. MOST of them only require that a delegate vote for their candidate on the first ballot, after which they can vote for whoever they want. SOME of them don't even require that. Some state parties have penalties for not sticking by your candidate and others don't. So it's possible that some delegates who are generally considered to be in Trump's camp may not vote for him at all. (South Carolina's delegation in particular has been much speculated about in this regard.)

Secondly, although Trump has won a number of primaries in states like Arizona and Virginia and Nevada, his people have failed to follow through and ensure that Trump loyalists are named as delegates to the state conventions, and it's entirely possible that at these three state conventions, the state GOP may decide to give no delegates at all to Trump, lump all the not-Trump votes together and give Cruz a number of delegates in proportion, or screw Trump completely by selecting either uncommitted (but pro-Cruz) or pro-Cruz delegates. The press has paid surprisingly little attention to this maneuvering except when Trumpkins throw a hissy fit about their delegates being "stolen".

The bottom line is that it's entirely possible that when the GOP National Convention is convened in Cleveland, most of the delegates present may not, in fact, be committed to vote for Trump on the first ballot or any ballot. We'll have to wait and see how the delegate selection process works.

Anime Detour 2016 AAR

tl;dr: I went to Anime Detour as a staff member for the first time since getting canned (for cause) in 2007, had fun, didn't work nearly as much as I thought I should have, didn't see all the people I wanted to see, and didn't get sick.
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Woke up at 0700, and despite yesterday's poor meal choices, I lost a pound and a half. No ketones and my BG was up a touch, and my BP was marginal. Had a cup of the Atomic Blast coffee and sloped off to the Rio, where all was chaos and confusion. They had my badge, but initially wouldn't release it since I wasn't on their list; after about an hour, the sergeant at arms made an executive decision that I and people like me could just add our names to the list, since we had obviously registered at the caucus and paid our $40. Nobody could tell me if my precinct's delegates had shown up, there were no designated seating areas, and after sitting around listening to various candidates not running in my district make speeches, I decided to go get breakfast.

Didn't have to get a players card for a discount since 1) the Rio is part of the Harrah's/Caesar's/Planet Hollywood Total Rewards crowd and 2) they didn't give a discount at the buffet, it was $34 period. Well. Not eating there again. The food was good, but I wasn't hungry enough to have more than one plate, and after finishing that I went back to the convention hall. I never did find out if my delegates showed up, but I left at 1230 anyway since I had a client at 1300, but not before I signed up with the Cruz campaign to be a delegate to the state convention in Reno next month. From what I gather, I might be going anyway since only half the 6000 delegate seats were filled at the caucuses, and nobody is sure how many of those 3000 are interested in going to Reno.

My 1300 client was a no-show, but Mike came in and paid for his return; managed to use the last of the office's wallet to get the price down to merely annoying instead of completely unreasonable. Had another walk-in around 1600 which was moderately profitable, and that was it. On the way home from the office I made a field in the Commercial Drive shopping center, nuked Lurnberry Towers, which had been flipped, rebuilt LVCC and threw links (and some fields) in all directions, and arrived home all tired out despite the ham & turkey & bacon sub I had mid-afternoon. Beginning to wonder if I have an abscessed tooth or an infected gum or maybe just a cavity. I'll find out after the season.

The Block Rewards Card replacement showed up today with $35 on it. w00t. Think I might go see Deadpool tomorrow before tucking into Rule 5 Sunday.

...and everything arrived at once.

Weight dropped like a rock this morning and BG did likewise; it probably would have dropped further had I not forgotten to take my meds yesterday evening. I am below 390 for the first time in a long while. Probably need to start wearing the size 56 pants soon, and maybe investing in a new belt besides.

The TV arrived today, as did the Fire Stick - and the vacuum cleaner, which I had stupidly sent to the office. Picked up the TV en route to work and hauled it inside once I got there, since the trunk is unreliable, and left the vacuum behind when I went home. I can always fetch it home tomorrow night. On arriving home, I hauled the TV upstairs, went down to the mailbox to fetch the Fire Stick, and spent the next half hour assembling and plugging stuff in. The HDMI sockets were a pain in the butt both on the video card and the TV, but I got it all working. I know I'm going to have to shell out for an MLB.TV account, but the ESPN Watch app seems pretty useless since it insists on me having a TV provider. What's the point of having a Fire Stick if I'm paying for cable? Ah well; most of their programming is shit anyway. Will need to repurpose one of the empty Amazon boxes to elevate the screen a wee bit.

Work was busy, busy, busy. My first hour was free, but otherwise I had clients (or their work) from 1400 on through to closing. The first and last clients paid off; for all the first one's grouching about the cost, he took a Federal and a State RAC along with an Emerald Card. Fred's return, of course, was pretty hefty and we're going to talk in the off season about getting his expenses more organized and paying some estimated taxes so he doesn't have to write a five-figure check to the IRS. One of my clients from Virginia finished their return and paid for it tonight as well, so I had a REALLY good day from the revenue POV.

Didn't eat much today for lack of time. Lunch was the first meal of the day - a half-pound guacamole bacon thickburger with side salad - and I had a protein bar around 1600 when I finally finished going through two years of bank statements for a client who'd dropped off his returns. So for the day I'm sitting at ~1500 calories, 14.7 net carbs; I'll have a bite of cheese before I retire so I don't wake up hungry in the middle of the night like I did last night.

Tomorrow is going to be busy as well - need to clear out a bunch of boxes so that the deliverymen from Walmart can get the bed into my bedroom. It'll keep me busy and out of trouble, I reckon.

Matthew 27:27-54

And now a few words from the patron saint of accountants.
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