I am sitting upstairs in my hotel room after having a very eventful evening. The week has been great and work has been
proceeding smoothly. I’ve been visiting a new mall every day so far. One Tuesday I hit Nashimima Mall. On Wednesday
it was onward to King of Prussia Mall. On Thursday I hit the Plymouth Meeting Mall along with the Metroplex shops.
Friday I chose to bypass malls and instead drove 50 miles or so to a place called Zadar’s. It purportly had 80’s and
industrial music, and it was right across the river from Jersey. They have a picture of a packed dance floor on their site.
I went there. It sucked. I sat in a corner most of the evening and watched a sad little sparse crowd walk around. I kept
myself entertained by watching the last game of the Lakers vs. Sixers series. Unfortunately Philadelphia lost and that was
the end of it. I was enjoying the fact that I could go to a gas station and quake in fear everytime someone unexpectedly
screamed ‘GO SIXERS!’ for no reason. I drove home to the hotel and conked out. Oh, I forgot to mention that on Friday
I discovered their was a LAN connection in the room. I drove back to the office and grabbed a spare cable. It is
definitely coming from a DSL connection and there is some serious firewall software preventing me from doing anything worthwhile.
FTP, VPN, all of that is useless. But I can surf really fast. Or at least, I could surf…


I drove back to Nashishima Mall today (Saturday) to see ”Tomb Raider” and also to go girl watching. Lots of pretty
girls in this area and I’m not having any kind of pretty girl withdrawal anytime soon. It was raining really hard when I
drove to the mall and arrived at 1 PM. I bought tickets to the 2 PM show. It was a pretty good movie and I’d give it a
rating of 7.5. Angelena Jolie gets a 10, however. She’s purty. When I left the mall, I’d also purchased a ”Steel”
superhero action figure for $2.50 from Kaybee and an $11 map from Waldenbooks (so I won’t get as lost as I usually do).
The drive back home featured another pounding of heavy rain. This was very oddly familiar. It was only last weekend
when I had to drive through similarly wicked rainfall and everyone knows what that led to. I arrived at the hotel and there
was a 1/4 inch puddle of water I had to walk over to get into the hotel. And I thought that was bad. It was 4 PM and it
never stopped raining. At around 8 PM I heard someone knocking on doors asking people to move their cars. I put on some
decent ”going outside in public” clothes and walked to the window by the elevator. The truck I’m driving had water half-way
up the wheels. I went to the lobby, pulled off my shoes, waded to the truck in foot and a half water, started it up and drove
to a parking lot behind the hotel that was obviously higher up. I can see this lot from my room and it is on an obviously
higher elevation than the hotel. At 9 PM the lobby was filled with 1/4 of an inch of water. By 10 PM they had sandbagged the
front door of the lobby with two feet of bags. Water had risen to where you could see it on the other side of the windows.
This didn’t look good, so I left for my room. At around 10:15 PM there was a giant crash and water was rushing into the basement
at a mad pace. The front wall of the hotel lobby had collapsed inward from the pressure. I figured that would happen. The
power was off by now. After a brief outage it came on for a minute. I could see giant sparks and huge flumes of blue and white
flame spewing upward in the distance. I figured the power transformers were arcing after getting underwater which is why we
had power again. After it went out, it never came back. I am in my room right now, in the dark, lit by the laptop. My cell
phone still seems to work as the transmission towers are probably elsewhere and unaffected. The highway outside the window
appears dead. Distant lights went out at around 11 PM so we’re likely not going to have power here for a while. I
am a bit nervous that there are so many candles just lying around and burning unattended. I am also tired of the bitching and
paranoia from most of the XX chromosome crowd. I think if I had my own girl that I’d love to spend time lavishing attention
on her and making her feel better and offering comfort. I’m not against that. I even came up with a list of attributes that
a girl could possible have. Kind of a shopping cart of traits. To those offended by my list, please grow up and understand
that this is tongue in cheek. And to all girls reading this who want me to put my tongue in your cheek, please sign the
guestbook and form a line to the left.

Wanted:

Girl,

21-30,

Long Hair,

Some College Experience or Degree,

Cute,

Intelligent,

Into Music and Movies,

Valid Driver’s License.

Nice To Haves:

Hottie body,

Independent,

Leet,

Multifaceted (not like Sybil),

Sex Maniac.

Fat Chance Nice To Haves:

Fabulously Rich,

Super Model / Movie Star / Scientist / Doctor,

Uses Secret Identity to hide fact she is Wonder Woman.