Unlike my last foray with Sam H. in Las Vegas I have promised myself not to do this trip “Gonzo Style”. So far I am on target. After a jam packed week I took (and survived an early flight to SFO) touched down, met with some industry colleages in down town San Francisco then headed back to San Mateo to meet with co-workers. I confess I made it to my room and just about feel asleep when I heard knocking on my door…

It was none other then malware stomper elite, Paperghost, dressed in his typical black outfit with some sort of unknown, weird writing and carrying what looked like a bowstaff…ok no bowstaff. Chris was amazed at how spacious our rooms were, I think I take it for granted being in the U.S. He looked as tired as I did, perhaps more so, and after figuring out how to raid the vending machines (I had to explain to him what our ugly currency could do and what the various snacks where in US equivalent.) we found some real food and collapsed. Apparently he gets the special VIP treatment as in his room as it is stuck delivering porn on every channel. Feature for some- problems for others. He explains to me it got more filthy as the night progressed- I am wondering why he didn’t just turn it off? Brits…

How I spent rest of my time… (Pacific Coast)

10pm -12 am- Slept. Woke up to some strange version of Aurthur on the TV. For some reason I watched it for an hour or so. Why? No idea. It was the one with Sean Connery as King Arthur and that other dude as Lancelot.

1 am- Noon- Continued with this great concept called sleep. Dark, dreamless sleep.

Noonish or so- Colleauge, and uber Delphi programmer, Jan Hertsens, shows up with Paperghost, throws me a book on RFID. No doubt for some planned experiments with the RSA conference badges. (Microwave anyone?). Nothing they can do can tempt me to get up and going- nothing. I put it on my reading pile and say goodnight, good day, and go…

12:15:- 2:00 pm: Right back to sleep. Oh man…when you sleep this long it is a sign.

So now I am up among the living, showered, changed and feeling a little rested. Frank Cabri, our VP of Marketing, has confirmed he is taking PG and I out to dinner in Palo Alto this evening. We have vowed we will try to behave. I need only brush off the camera, throw in some new memory, and look for random photo shots.

In the interim my wife calls and lets me know our son almost completed a double back flip off the couch and he is being taken to the emergency room to get stitches- appears he is going to need alot poor fellow. I am a little proud of him- I explain to him every Porter boy gets stitches at some point- Dad alone has amassed over 300+ in his lifetime. He is consoled a bit by that and I await the news. Stitches are one of those unfortunate rights of passage all my kin seem to go through.

I take a glance at my schedule for the week…crippling…I almost do a double back flip off the chair. Then I remember my age and I know it will probably mean broken bones not stitches…best to leave the attempts at double back flips to boys under ten.

PG and Jan have showed up again- the Belgian Vulcan claims I need some oxygen in the room…flings open the windows… funny coming from a guy who smokes more cigarettes then I can count…the talk begins on U.S. wrestling and techniques and how Sumo is better…can’t use sleep for an excuse. Time to get up and get going. Sumo wrestling…oh dear.

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