TiTs: "We can't stop here! This is bat country!"

“Let’s get down to brass tacks.  How much for the ape?”

Aloha, Hatchers!  Welcome to a special edition of TiTs here in the Hatch, where, normally, we’d update you on some kick-ass new releases now available for purchase and/or download, but today we’ve got something a little different for you (mostly because of the all the new releases this week, there’s nothing worth noting).  In a mere two days’ time, I will be on my way to sunny, sinful Las Vegas with (insert Borat impression) “MY WIFE” for a much needed getaway.   And in honor of such an endeavor, I’ve provided you with one of the many excellent scenes from Terry Gilliam’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, based on the book by the late, great Hunter S. Thompson.  If you’ve not seen the movie, stop whatever plans you made for this weekend and watch it.  It is one of the most impressive on-screen adaptations I’ve ever seen.  Speaking of which, if you’ve not read the book, stop whatever plans you made this weekend, including watching the movie, and read the book.  It’s a quick read because it is so fast paced, but also one of the funniest, most awesome accounts of the tourist spot that’s ever been written.  

I’ve never been to Vegas, actually I’ve never been that far West, but I read somewhere that whatever happens there stays there . . . not sure how much truth is in that statement, but I’m looking forward to finding out (insert wink here).  Our accommodations will find us staying at the Circus Circus – which reminds me of the scene below each and every time I think about the place – so we should have our fair share of excitement, and if not, we’ll make our own fun (most likely without ether, but who knows what we’ll find).  We’re planning on checking out Eli Roth’s Goretorium as well as (one of) the Beatles shows and Madame Tussands Wax Museum, so our love of the dead and horror in general should meet our expectations to the nth degree.  I was also assured that drinks are free even at the slot machines, so a few hours spent there will get us nice and inebriated and if you’re in town and looking for us, just look to the pool area where I’m sure plenty of our hours will melt away.  I’m not looking to gamble away my entire vacation, but hopefully we can win at least a little bit of dough, just to earn the right to say so.  Anyway, wish us luck as we travel the desert winds and be sure to check back next week . . . well, not on Tuesday to be specific, because I’ll still be out West, deeply enthralled in the fearsomeest, loathsomeest, part of Vegas.  Enjoy August folks and don’t be shy about wishing me ‘Happy Birthday’ on Monday, the 5^th, but by all means, don’t feel obligated to do so.  I’ll be celebrating/enjoying it with Vegas heat waves and may even get married again by Elvis.  Hell, why not?   

In closing, I’ll leave you with this:  “The decision to flee came suddenly.  Or maybe not.  Maybe I had been subconsciously waiting for the right moment.  The bill was a factor, I think, because I had no money to pay for it.  Our room service tabs had been running somewhere between 29 and 36 dollars per hour for 48 consecutive hours.  Incredible.  How could it happen?  But by the time I asked this question, there was no one around to answer it.  That rotten attorney of mine, Dr. Gonzo, was gone.  He must have sensed trouble.”  -- HST