
The beauty about hobnobbing in Texas is their rather liberal gun laws. Providing a few others and myself the perfect opportunity to brush up our .37 magnum skills.
For me it was especially satisfying. Every time I squeezed off a round I thought of that smug robot sitting at my desk, drinking from my otter mug and – oh the horror – using my pen.
Anyway, I was pleased to discover that, even severely jetlagged on a Monday morning, I can still aim straight.
Is it dead? Of course it is. But Plain Sight robots love being dead… so it all turned out nicely.
Now I’m back, I’m going to be making some big changes to the Beatnik web network infrastructure – so expect some downtime over the next week or so.

