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Day 34: Monorail Porn

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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 … Continue reading Day 34: Monorail Porn

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Day 33: Sorcery and G-Forces

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I start the morning off by making us a huge stack of chocolate chip pancakes, and a few blueberry as well. One great thing about Las Vegas, when you fill out a form (medical, apartment rental, whatever) you can put “Circus Performer” as your occupation and no one’s even surprised. My muse, backstage with Kris on a recent visit We spend part of the day planning a future act for him. He’s got some fantastic ideas. Any time Kris is performing, he’s also working on the next thing, because he’s smart. During development of his current act, I got a … Continue reading Day 33: Sorcery and G-Forces

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Day 32: Acrobats, Ink and Heat

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I get off the plane in Las Vegas, and the cabbie’s thermometer says 114°. I suspect it’s exaggerating; with the wind chill, it barely feels over 105. New stuff is being built here, always. Between 1pm and 5pm, I spent a lot of time ███████ ██████ and ████████ frozen ████████ and trying to stay ███ ██ ███ ████, but a nice pair of 4’s, split and then doubled, were kind enough to pay for my lunch. It just means I owe them for next time, really. This city is much more fun when you bring a muse with you. My … Continue reading Day 32: Acrobats, Ink and Heat

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Day 26: Gravity Boys

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When my muse leaves for work, I get on the highway. These propellors help keep the Earth’s rotation from slowing over time. It takes hundreds of them to do the job. It’s a 6-hour drive from San Francisco to Los Angeles, but it’s easy. Roll the windows down, crank up the music, and you’re there. First stop in Pasadena is to see my grandmother. Gram has been reading this blog every day, and it’s got her in a mood to tell fun stories. During my visit, she drops hints about some mischief in 1931, which apparently made the papers. I’ve … Continue reading Day 26: Gravity Boys