I didn't hug my dad but I bought him some Czech-republic beer.

I have a lot of winging to do, so much I believe I'll it as a grouch article, I hope Debs and Spork don't hate me for submitting it before theirs, as those are all on my laptop and this is my brothers computer (win2k, eurchk!)

I think I'll hug my dad when I get home, don't think I've done that for a long time. I hug my best mate more :(

Just got new RAM for my laptop, things are running much smoother now, geek-ware is faster, sexier and uncut. I'm uncut by the way, in case you care. Lydia knows.

Listening to Eric Claptop, very groovy. Reminding me of The Goodfellas, I may watch that on our new *HUGE* widescreen tv my dad bought the other day for some reason. Its about a third the size of my car, its bloody big. I had all these great plans about how to set it all up properly, but as usual he just bodged it all and pissed me off. Its his tv tho. I'm gonna get my own fookin' widescreen tv and surround sound system and a house and a cat, and I'll set em up and feed em how the hell I like. That'll show him. I love my dad.

I finally have the Las Vegas Elvis harrassment video online, its a short compilation of video footage from us badgering Elvis and pretending to be Russian after he threatened us for taking free photos of him ("America the beautiful, America the free, I took a pic of Elvis and he tried to kill me").

• Small Mpeg (9mb)
• Medium WMV (Windows media format) (15M)
• Large Full Quality Mpeg (30mb)

We are interviewing new sales people at work today, its a bit dull. I want to code some PHP, bah. I hope one of them is cool and exitedey.

The Geek-Ware Las Vegas Elvis experience should be online tonight :)

I love Lydia's new glasses. Seeing just a tiny part of her is strangely sexy.

I attempted to put the elvis video online tonight but my cam battery ran out and I have seem to have misplaced my charger adapter. I'll get it done as soon as I find it, its hilarious.

Oooh, also... I have to admit to cheating at blackjack in Las Vegas when playing Gianni and Rule in the hotel room. I swindled them outta lots of change, most of which was thrown into slot machines anayway, the rest is useless here in the UK. It was fun anyway :p

Back home, finally. This is after missing our flight on Sunday nite due to train problems (problems with me using them). Got back early Monday morning after having hallucinations due to sleep depravation.

I think there is some kind of natural order of all things that dictates whilst you are on holiday your mother will rearrange your bedroom and the rest of your family will become computer experts and attempt to "fix" the Internet.

My brother decided he would become a qualified Linux engineer and fix my internet server by turning it off, my dads mate decided it would be cool to do a similar thing a few days later, and my mom suddenly realised my room just wouldn't do as it was and moved a whole bunch of stuff. How old am I? twelve? No. I'm not.

America seems to have given me bad wind, they have no concept of "vegetarian". I asked for a vegetarian meal at a restraunt and had the "pepper steak" recommended to me. Stupid Liberachi Moron.

Lots of interesting things about to happen, got to do lots of thinking.

I get 3 minutes free on this airport internet thing if I make up some false details each time, which sucks cos it takes like 1min to get onto geekware from this lame thing.

We got Dave and Spork a uber-tacky present from Las Vegas, it can double as a birthday present for spork now :p

I also got threatened by Elvis for outwitting his lame anti-photo taking system, muaha. Got it all on video too so I'll upload it when I get back. We also bought Martin a thinking hat, I'll get photos online as soon as I can convince him to wear it.

Only a few seconds to make an entry, lame cheap ass internet access

Ok, I'm using a complicated mechanised interent access machine in an internet cafe. The keyboard is so complicated that when I don't apply 100% concentration I manage to execute an arbitrary Microsoft application. Georgi Guninski eat your heart out.

Rule is breathing quite loudly and Gianni is giggling a lot as he drank some strange starbucks intraven-o-caffienat-a-tron-o-rama. It had ice in.

It's taken me 25 minutes to write this and I've started Microsoft Word three times and made eleven print outs. I hate this keyboard.

Ok, we've moved onto a hotel on the strip at Las Vegas, I'm a little concerned that staying on the "strip" is going to give Gianni nasty ideas so I've gaffer-taped his underwear on. Rule is being all european at everybody, wearing his shorts in a kind of liberal european kind of way and hating the English. I have no shorts. It's 48 degrees, but I don't care. I feel vulnerable wearing shorts.