Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Sunday, April 13, 2008

NAB 08: No Promises...

And….we’re off! Weaver and me, wedged into a silvery tube as it hurtles toward that neon-drenched blight known as Las Vegas. With a mere 48 hours on the ground, a dozen or so folk demanding a rendezvous and endless reservoirs of bourbon for sale in the naked city, it’s gonna be a blur. But know this: between the two of us, Weaver and I are packing enough laptops, lanyards and lenses to jumpstart a telethon - or at least get the TSA all in a tizzy. And while we damn sure plan to use them, I make no promises as to just when we’ll check in. (Remember, I’m lousy at live-blogging.) Then again I’m not flying across the continent to bury my head in a computer screen. I’ll be too busy working the room, snagging free t-shirts and takin’ the edge off my Southern accent. So while I’m offering no tangible timeline, rest assured there's a tsunami of tsnark and tsnapshots headed your way - just as soon as I finish twisting the top off this here little bottle. Anybody seen my Leatherman?

3 comments:

Brad Weaver, BC Instructor said...

I look forward to reading about your exploits at the NAB.
I arrive Tuesday for the tail end and the BEA that begins on Wednesday.

Anonymous said...

have fun dude!

turdpolisher said...

it was a stone cold blast my man.

gotta do it again when we recover. . . in a year or three.