Back!

Well. That was an interesting vacation. Driving through the mountains was fantastic... listening to Eddie Izzard, munching blueberries and almonds. Life doesn't get much better.
Just outside Vancouver, Richard insisted on buying a little GPS system for the car. I resisted the idea, thinking the dumb thing would just go all HAL on us, but it was a godsend. We found the convention hall and a hotel in minutes instead of infuriating, circling-the-block hours. It'll come in handy on our three-week vacation.
We saw virtually nothing of Vancouver this weekend. Both the conference and our hotel were located on the "nicer" end of Hastings, and about all you can do there (forgive my crudeness) is rent a couch or a cooch. But the conference was good. There were several superstars of the 9/11 Truth movement in attendance, including a D.C. guy named (I kid you not) Webster Tarpley, and Steven E. Jones, a physicist nudged into early retirement from BYU after he started writing about this stuff. Days 1 and 2 were quite informative and professional; if I had to pick a theme song for them, it would be "Sabotage" ("I'ma set it straight, this Watergate..."). Day 3 was "Send in the Clowns". Holy. Crap. I'll have a full report later.

Sophie didn't have a great vacation, but has forgiven me for leaving her in the care of veterinary assistants, and dropped the rabbitude. The vet usually doesn't do boarding aside from this one psycho-hillbilly rabbit adopted by someone who works there, so I guess Sophie was a refreshing change for them. She's not psycho. Just bitchy. When we picked her up this afternoon one of the girls said, "Here's your sweet bunny!" and I thought Sweet bunny? I must be at the wrong place...