I've arrived safe and sound at the San Francisco Mariott Marquis, despite the city's valiant efforts to prevent my arrival by way of shifting one-way streets that've learned a trick or two from the Weeping Angels about reconfiguring when you look away.
The San Francisco Mariott Marquis doesn't have free Wi-Fi -- but that's only a minor inconvenience because Droid Does. Not sure how well Verizon is going to handle providing my only Internet access for a few days, but I guess we'll find out. At least I'll be over at I/O mos of the time, and there's supposed to be real Wi-Fi there.
Once I've relaxified a bit more I'm going to head over to the Marscipone Center to get my Google I/O registration stuff all taken care of before the rush, and I'll find out what the Wi-Fi situation will be.
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Among other inanities, he strives to use investigative techniques to work young starlet breasts into every aspect of rational discourse -- focusing on the discourse, thus making it not perverted. Also, has recently begun a career as "Internet hairstylist."
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