My future is arriving, albeit slowly! You know, no jet packs yet. And you can’t gamble with cryptocurrencies, either. However! You can stay in a fucking Las Vegas hotel room currency of the wunder-moneys. That’s gotta…that’s gotta be some shade of cool. Right?

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Las Vegas almost had a Starship Enterprise sitting in its guts, to be seen from space and admired from afar. This son of a bitch was going to be almost as tall as the  Eiffel  fucking Tower, and would have given geeks across the globe groan-throb. Almost. That’s the key word. Direct the turd-filled socks to  Stanley Jaffe for this project’s demise.

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