buffets and blogs

Whizzing into Vegas for an evening to take care of some biz. Instead of doing buffet at the Bellagio, I ate sinagang at my aunt's. They have new hardwood floors that their toy dogs are slip, sliding away on. It's rather funny when they are trying to "attack" you and "running" really fast, but not moving at all. Another uncle from San Diego is also in town, but I didn't see them and last I heard they were lost somewhere on the Strip. (Forgot where they parked their car. To which the fiance would answer, "Valet Parking, People!")

Later caught up with my cousin about family tsismis (boyfriends, tattoos, and piercings) and watched The Incredibles. An excellent movie! A bit darker, but they pull off the all human character cast with ease. Weren't we all that shy teenager who wished we had the super power of generating force fields and disappearing?

Plus, amazing stuff they're doing with hair in computer graphics. Even someone grabbing a guy's shirt is a huge big deal. If you catch the credits, there's a whole section of people just for hair and cloth. The individual unity and chaos that is your hair is damn near impossible in CG until now. And yes, John Ratzenberger continues to pick up his residuals from blockbuster movies by once again lending his voice to Pixar film. I think he's in all of them.

We waited til the film spun to the very last frame just in case Pixar tried hiding a little something something. (No, I'm not going to say, you'll have to sit through the creds yourself to find out) Meanwhile, a young boy in the audience decided to be Dash and ran up and down the theater row steps a half dozen times.

Checking my mail now and reading blogs thanks to the anonymous neighbor near my parent's house who hasn't quite figured out how to password protect their wireless network.

Got a bunch of photos. Two very cute pictures of Darling Noah!. He looks like dad with that wispy black curl in his hair. And the other from Evil Clown Cousin Pat with his photo-op with Alex. Note: Alex does put his hand on Evil Clown's shoulder, thus proving he is not standing next to a cardboard cut out of the Jeopardy host.

I'd stay in Vegas for a few more days, but got stuff to do in the Bay. All of the smoke detectors in the house have run out of their battery life and are chirping away like crickets. No gambling this time, my palms aren't itchy enough. Perhaps tomorrow, after buffet breakfast at Bellagio before taking off.