Regrets

Just think. If I had been in Los Angeles yesterday, I too could have been in the Hollywood Hills, talking to Rand Simberg about space, and talking to Mickey Kaus about Arnold, thrilling various blonde Californian women by talking to them about efficient capital markets, and annoying Adriana by taking more photos of her with my digital camera. But no. I wasn't even in Copenhagen. I was instead here in London at my computer. And Perry seems to have had the job of annoying Adriana by taking photos of her.

Update: Even the überblogger himself (who, unlike Hitler, is not a native of Austria) wishes he was there.