death to spooky

2002.03.29 21.26

On flight 1980 to Houston, 31000 feet, 500 miles per hour, ETA 7:24 PM CT. Sitting in seat 5C. Some kid had the window seat and I was on the aisle. We were just about to leave when some last minute guy in sweats came in and say between us. It's Good Friday and there are hundreds of empty seats but he picked this one cuz it's so close to the door. He was strapping on his CURTIS brand CD player while we were still on the tarmac. Stewardess was kind enough to allow the kid to escape to a better seat and ''Mr. You Don't Mind If I am Touching You?'' hopped over to the window. he is snoring like a giant cow right now. Earlier he was popping his gum and jamming out on some 60's soul. I am almost included to dig out my headphones to watch ''Behind Enemy Lines'' again for the fifth freakin' time so I don't have to hear his sawing away. Bleah. To make it more fun, there is a lot of unusual turbulance outside and we are getting batted all around. My prize for making it home consists of hanging out with my friend Adam and possibly joining an entourage of attractive single coworkers downtown for a wild and crazy time. Or not. I will be missing our ''End of The Plan'' party which I can't discuss for security reasons. ''The Plan'' was designed as a safety net. That's all I'll say -- especially because there's nothing funny about it. Well, if it involved hiding corpses on company owned land instead of cremating them then that would be funny. Or not. I guess human beef jerky isn't funny. The captain is back on the intercom telling us she dove to 28000 feet and the air is much smoother down here. It is. The air is also thicker so the sound of air rushing by outside is louder resulting in The Professional Snoring Man from being drowned out. After ten months of this, it couldn't get much worse.

Okay. It just got worse. He wanted to trade me his apple for my bag of chips. Bleah. Somebody shoot me. He's asking me how much this computer costs. Jesus, I'm about to get mugged. Where's the federal air marshall when you need him? Oh my God. He just got out a can of Skoal. Where is he gonna spit it? Help!

I am constantly trying to get my screen to where nobody can read it only to eventually upload it so the entire earth can read it. It's all about the degree of proximity. Speaking of my site, my company was gracious enough to host the celebrity site I run for the last year but I'm taking it back and hosting it on my own again. It was difficult to update from my remote location anyway so the timing is very good. The Batmobile has been running fine. The DeLorean is still dead. I have only driven 2000 miles in my Eclipse during the last year so that rocks. Totally. I have been given the opportunity to take a greater degree of control over front-end work at my job which is what I love doing, so things are looking good. I found out that Chew Chew was growling at a friend of mine from Houston who visited my house. I have a new roommate. Did I not mention that? Whoever is my roommate has the luck that I am always out of town and that my dad (who is awesome) takes care of all Chew Chew related activities. I'd like to fly Chew Chew up to Philly at some point. Is he too big to sit on my lap?

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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are my own only and in no way represent the views, positions or opinions - expressed or implied - of my employers both past and present. « gimme the 4-1-1 \| Main \| backbeat » death to spooky 2002.03.29 21.26 On flight 1980 to Houston, 31000 feet, 500 miles per hour, ETA 7:24 PM CT. Sitting in seat 5C. Some kid had the window seat and I was on the aisle. We were just about to leave when some last minute guy in sweats came in and say between us. It's Good Friday and there are hundreds of empty seats but he picked this one cuz it's so close to the door. He was strapping on his CURTIS brand CD player while we were still on the tarmac. Stewardess was kind enough to allow the kid to escape to a better seat and ''Mr. You Don't Mind If I am Touching You?'' hopped over to the window. he is snoring like a giant cow right now. Earlier he was popping his gum and jamming out on some 60's soul. I am almost included to dig out my headphones to watch ''Behind Enemy Lines'' again for the fifth freakin' time so I don't have to hear his sawing away. Bleah. To make it more fun, there is a lot of unusual turbulance outside and we are getting batted all around. My prize for making it home consists of hanging out with my friend Adam and possibly joining an entourage of attractive single coworkers downtown for a wild and crazy time. Or not. I will be missing our ''End of The Plan'' party which I can't discuss for security reasons. ''The Plan'' was designed as a safety net. That's all I'll say -- especially because there's nothing funny about it. Well, if it involved hiding corpses on company owned land instead of cremating them then that would be funny. Or not. I guess human beef jerky isn't funny. The captain is back on the intercom telling us she dove to 28000 feet and the air is much smoother down here. It is. The air is also thicker so the sound of air rushing by outside is louder resulting in The Professional Snoring Man from being drowned out. After ten months of this, it couldn't get much worse. Okay. It just got worse. He wanted to trade me his apple for my bag of chips. Bleah. Somebody shoot me. He's asking me how much this computer costs. Jesus, I'm about to get mugged. Where's the federal air marshall when you need him? Oh my God. He just got out a can of Skoal. Where is he gonna spit it? Help! I am constantly trying to get my screen to where nobody can read it only to eventually upload it so the entire earth can read it. It's all about the degree of proximity. Speaking of my site, my company was gracious enough to host the celebrity site I run for the last year but I'm taking it back and hosting it on my own again. It was difficult to update from my remote location anyway so the timing is very good. The Batmobile has been running fine. The DeLorean is still dead. I have only driven 2000 miles in my Eclipse during the last year so that rocks. Totally. I have been given the opportunity to take a greater degree of control over front-end work at my job which is what I love doing, so things are looking good. I found out that Chew Chew was growling at a friend of mine from Houston who visited my house. I have a new roommate. Did I not mention that? Whoever is my roommate has the luck that I am always out of town and that my dad (who is awesome) takes care of all Chew Chew related activities. I'd like to fly Chew Chew up to Philly at some point. Is he too big to sit on my lap? « gimme the 4-1-1 \| Main \| backbeat »