As some of you may know, I am borderline obsessed with The Antiques Roadshow.
I can�t help it. It�s just so fascinating, watching these people haul in their junk hoping to score big with their great great grandma�s Eisenhower Era doily collection.
I could go on forever, but I�ll get straight to the point. Tonight�s installment brought my beloved Roadshow to Las Vegas.
That�s right � Vegas, baby, Vegas!
Cliches aside � and I hate to be a dick, here. But some of those people on the show tonight - pimping out their trinkets - well you could just tell the way their eyes lit up so bright � you could just tell when they found out that Great Aunt Gwendolyn�s Victorian Parasol was worth a couple hundred bucks - you could just tell they were ready and willing to sell that thing right there on the spot and cash it in for a few chips and a couple o� rolls at the Craps table so�s they could parlay their antiques into brand new big screen TeeVee a new super-jet hot tub for the redwood deck.
You just know it.
Unrelated, I am typing from my old cranky-ass 1972 Texas Instruments Calculator of a computer tonight. I miss my shiny new lightening fast laptop.
Yeah - what about the brand new super-duper laptop provided by the big corporation that employs me?
Well, it�s a catch 22. Call them crazy but a lot of times when I bring it home, work kinda counts on me to use it for you know, work, see. And I already had her home all weekend and did nuthin�. Showed up this morning empty handed. So, you know, sometimes it�s just best to leave that corpse to rot and suffer through 2 minute page downloads on Bessie 2.0.
Yeah, I know, I sooo suffer for my art.