News: Only in Vegas, I guess

So, if some deranged lunatic starts randomly putting bullets into the floor of your shiny "New York-New York" casino (incidentally, this was the casino I stayed at during my first trip to Vegas), what do you do? Call the cops? Shut down the casino temporarily?

Heck no - keep those one-armed bandits running!

Interestingly enough, I've always thought casinos as fascinating alternate realities. There aren't any clocks, there usually aren't any windows, and people are watching you constantly. You're essentially paying money for the chance of losing even more money, which has a quirky appeal all its own, I suppose. I mean, I don't mind the occasional poker night, but it seems like a slot machine is less engaging than that.

One thing I did like from my Vegas vacation was the insane quality of the buffets, and the limitless amounts of food available. Gnoshing on a roast leg of lamb while in the middle of what is basically a desert seems almost unfair to the rest of humanity. But, then again, you pay dearly for the privilege.