Does it look like I'm typing this from really far up North?

Cause I am. I am in Alaska, dear readers. However, the funny part is Andrew is NOT. His plane broke, and he won't be here till tomorrow. So. I am off to explore "downtown" Anchorage to get some food, batteries for my camera because I, like a doofus, left the rechargables recharging AT HOME. I will also perhaps pick up one of those tacky souvenir walrus penis bones. Who wants one?!?

I wrote a long blog entry while on the plane ride (the lonnnnnng five hours between Salt Lake & here) but I have to figure out how to transfer it from the laptop to this little computer in the Ramada lobby. Maybe you'll just have to wait for it. I also have some cybercafes on the agenda, but we'll see what happens there.

For now, if you see a moose running really fast as though in fear of the Texans invading, then you'll know why.