And a good morning to you. Today is the last of the not having to get up at any particular time days. Le Duke has gone for breakfast and I passed on it since the only thing that they had the intrigued me was orange juice. I decided to stay up here and eat my breakfast bars in peace and get a head start on writing this here post.

As some of you, Teacher Sis and Dave in particular, may have noticed, there is a schwanky new subscription doodad at the bottom of some of the pages. Furious Jessy has been steering me at various subscription widgets the past few days. This one seems to be working, even if it isn’t the prettiest thing in the world. Feel free to subscribe and let me know if you receive email notifications. Your feedback is the only way I can tell if it is working.

So, Pancake Land. I called her yesterday to see what she is doing and how she is surviving with out me. She must have still been asleep when I called, so I left a message. She called me back a little later and I missed her call because I didn’t feel the phone buzz as I was working on putting either our, or Nina Bigpants’s, or Wild Goose Johnny’s booth together. Le Duke and I just sort of wandered between the three booths doing stuff. Anyway, when I noticed she called, I listened to her voicemail and heard her something muffled that sounded a lot like the phrase “blanket fort”. So, I called her back. Sure enough, she had been building a blanket fort. She called it her girly fort because she had also used various dresses and skirts to make it prettier. Then of course there was cat invasion issues. I mean Eazy climbing around on anything these days will threaten the structural integrity of it, let alone blankets and dresses. I was so proud of her for building a fort. She said she had been just sitting in her fort playing her ukelele and doing some work. I asked her to send some photos and when I got back to the hotel and checked my email, I had two photos waiting on me. Wanna see them? Okay:

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Isn’t that awesome? I just hope the fort is still up when I get home.

So last night, we went to this place called the Happy Rooster for dinner. It was most excellent. While we were waiting for our dinner, Le Duke and Wildgoose Johnny were talking amongst themselves and I got the luxury of eavesdropping on the table behind me. Their conversation made me giggle a lot. By a statement like that, you would think that their conversation was sexy or dirty or mean, but no. I got to overhear two Physicists trying to explain Fahrenheit to Celsius conversions to two non-Science people. It was most excellent. That entertained me until our appetizer showed up. The three of us decided to split an appetizer based solely on the fact that we would probably never have the chance to eat it again. We got the baby octopus.

It was spectacular. It came on a bed of baby arugula and olives and was just wonderful. Then, of course, I had the chicken pot pie. It was good, but not $18 good.

On the way back to the hotel, I was thinking about the Physicist’s conversation and remembered a conversation Le Duke and I had had about this new installation of neon lights on the outside of the addition to the convention center here. They have lots various light installations around the place and this is the newest. We wound up trying to figure out how they got the Neon to change colors. You see, the whole side of the building is covered with tubes of Neon. And they change from red to yellow to blue to violet to green, not necessarily in that order. Anyway, the best I came up with is that, because the Neon is sealed in a vacuum, they must manipulate the current of electricity to get the gas to respond differently or to excite other gases trapped in with the Neon. Argon maybe. I ended up coming to the realization that there is probably a Trig function involved. A subsequent conversation with Zaxxon, that involved him scoffing at Trig functions due to his general dislike of Math, until I urged him that anything that moves in a wave (light, sound, electricity, etc.) could be manipulated using Trig functions, thus brings the title of the post into existence. If Apple can make “an App for that”, Math can make a Trig function for it. I thought it was clever.

Anyway, I can’t sit here typing at you all day. I’ve got to get back to Hogwarts. Have a wonderful day. More soon. ~SC