“So I walk on over with my crystal
Bitches, n*&$$% put away your pistols
Dirty wont be having it in this house
Cause bitch I’ll cripple your style
Now that you heard my charming voice”
UPDATE: Here is the actual song that has now been stuck in my head for a week.
Last month, the wonderful city of Pahrump created a city ordinance making English the only acceptable language. There is something really ironic about forcing the staff of a Mexican restaurant to speak English. The CTO of my last job barely spoke English (I think she was, I just couldn’t understand her).
In case you aren’t familiar with the family fun Pahrump has to offer, I’ll fill you in real quick. Pahrump is 60 miles north (and slightly west) 60 miles west and slightly north of Las Vegas. It’s a small, rustic, country style town with fresh air, no traffic and tons of firework stands/stores. There are plenty of camp grounds and lots of trails to watch the beautiful desert sunset. Pahrump is most well known for it’s (legal) brothels. Pahrump is home to the world famous Chicken Ranch (don’t go there unless you like $10 Hollywood and Vine girls) and the extremely classy (and high priced) Sheri’s Ranch (yes the girls are worth the $$$).
Pahrump is not the only city with so much family fun. Prostitution is actually legal in all of Nevada. The law states that a brothel may legally operate in any city where the population is less than 100,000. That eliminates Las Vegas and the surrounding cities inside of Clark County.
Just a few days ago, Pahrump fought to make all illegal residents file with the city, pay a $200 fee and supply the names of their family members and employers. In a city that celebrates so much liberty, doesn’t this seems a bit draconian? Luckily this ordinance didn’t pass…for now.
Give us your tired, poor and hungry…I guess that only applies to English speaking prostitutes.
What a long, strange 2 months it has been. It really came down to the wire. I was going to make a decision of whether or not to move back to LA, today. I raced back Monday morning to go an interview and it payed off. Life is funny like that sometimes. It really does prove the old adage "when it rains it pours."
On Friday, I turned down a job with Sprokkit Web Marketing. When I left on Friday I walked down the giant hill known as Grand Ave. I thought "did I really just turn down a job?" Seriously, I didn't, right? I told him I needed two weeks. But I also told him I didn't want to stay in Los Angeles. That didn't seem to please him. Oh well, that job wasn't meant to be. I did get work on Del Taco's website. That was kind of cool and I got to learn even more about the Google Maps API.
I am very happy that I am able to stay here. Leaving after only 4 months just felt wrong. Being in LA felt surreal and sudden. I do miss my friends and family, but you can always come here.
I think tomorrow I am going to do all my work during the day so I can go the Palms and watch Jackass. I love Vegas
We’re moving…and by we I mean the proverbial we. We as in the computer and me. I am packing up shop and heading to sunny LV. That’s right, Vegas, baby!
It’s spring break time. Better yet, it’s Passover and Easter. What better way to celebrate religious holidays than in Vegas? In a club, at the craps table, in the sportsbook, or shooting automatic guns; it’s all going to be a