Day 34: Monorail Porn

We start the day by kicking up a smoked salmon scramble with fried capers. Plenty of energy for what’s to come.

I got to go into work with Kris today.


The posters for his show are six stories tall.


On the left is the main entrance, on the right, Kris stands in a training room (tightly cropped to respect the show’s secrets).

Request #1: Right, monorails! Who am I to turn down a request for a photo shoot?

Some of you are familiar with Mr. H, who wanted to know, more than anything, if I had ridden the Las Vegas Monorail. And could I please post pictures. Of course I did, and of course I will.

It’s actually hard to get a good photo of the monorail, unless you want one from underneath. Not so sexy.

I did find a place outside where I could hang out, high enough to be level with it. It’s not strictly forbidden, and there are no security cameras anyway (they’re all inside watching the money).

So here they all are, by special request.








Okay, Mr. H is right. Monorails are cool. Kris and I were thinking that they should extend this one to the airport, but it looks like that’s already planned.

Request #2: Another request I got, from a cryptographer friend, was to encrypt the secret parts instead of just blacking them out. That could get me in trouble, but what the heck, that’s not unusual.

So Mr. N/Po, here’s what I did for the rest of the day:

There’s an excellent [qsyop piydofr pg s apvsa vsmyoms] where the bartender knows how to [zslr rcvraarmy zsthstoysd] and if you’re willing to wait, [s brtu dqovu rmvjoasfs] with three different extremely hot [dsivrd]. After the first one, when I asked [gpt dpzr arzpmsfr, jr dsof jr fofm’y aolr yjr dyigg om yjr dpfs] gun at all, so [jr zsfr dpzr gtpz gtrdjau] squeezed [arzpmd, ejovj esd qrtgrvy, smf mpy ypp] sweet.


The pole-dancing [vsdomp od vapdrf imyoa momr, dp O qasurf dpzr nasvlksvl mrstnu].

…It’s all true, and I was even in perfect time to catch my flight home.

…and my beautiful muse picked me up at the airport in SF, and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: dinner at Incanto. Oh yum.

Whew, that’s enough for one day. (It’s kind of enough for three days, really.)

Random assertion: Many things which are not encouraged are also not technically forbidden.

Steganographic data: 1888/6.4

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