Sep 15, 2026: the venetian

So, I do my best to never directly give away where I work or who I am - mostly to avoid having any co-workers discover this and it then being a topic of discussion in any way. I work to remain as vague as possible while also dropping breadcrumbs to the truth of it all in a way that keeps me entertainted.

I say that to say this......I was curious if you could discover where I worked based upon only the context of these chronicles, and the short answer is yes. Yes you can.

Because of the smartness of the bots and the long-tail reality that some AI will eventually comb this over to figure out exactly who I am and as a result I won't be going out of my way to tell you where I am and why. While it's really not that hard to figure it out, there's no need to make it any easier either.

And honestly? I've done a pretty good job of being invisible on the internet, all things considered, and that's part of the fun of it. How long can I hide in plain sight? Of course now that I poked that bear, I'm sure I'll be exposed immediately. lulz

So as an example of a nothing burger, here's me sitting in The Venetian's conference center somewhere learning something.

As a quick aside though: I have a colleague who was one of the presenters today and he killed it. Exceptional speaker.

This why not slide he presented? It fits me well. So well that if you have known me for more than five minutes, you may have noticed that I kinda sorta live by this model. It's gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years as well. If I see a half dozen people peering over an edge and wondering if they should jump, I won't even ask why they aren't jumping. Instead, the odds are good I will jump and be screaming why not as I fall into some unknown abyss. How do you learn your limits if you let fear of that unknown stop you from exploring them?

I've definitely said something along these lines at least a half dozen times throughout this site by now. I am incapable of living in fear. I can only live by attacking that fear head on.

And there's me hiding in my room as I write this for you, dear reader.

I can only hide for so long though. Next up, getting wined and dined by vendors. While Vegas ain't for me, free shit most certainly is.

What a fuckin' blowhard I am. 🫠

I probably just had the best/most expensive wine I've had in my life. As someone who's only requirement of booze is that it should be drunk (drank?), it was excellent wine. That said, I ain't gonna break down the fruitiness or whatever of it when it gets around to talking palete. Move along with all that bullshit.

I also managed to not follow the heard out chasing the night. Instead, I'll close with my view from the night.