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Apr. 1st, 2007 08:08 pmThere is much of a happy and uplifting nature to be posted about how excellent Muskrat Jamboree was, and what a great job the con com did, and how wonderful it was to see so many lovely smart shiny people.
This is not that entry.
This is, instead, the entry of Oh my sweet tapdancing CHRIST, how much do I hate air travel??!?!?!?
See, it was, apparently, windy in Chicago today. Really quite windy. Not an entirely unprecedented meteorological situation, one would imagine, here in The City Known As Windy, but enough to completely bollix, banjax, and befuck air traffic on a national scale. The upside is that it looks like I should be getting home tonight (which was seeming pretty dicey a few hours ago). And that I was at least able to locate the gate for my connecting flight at O'Hare (quite an accomplishment, since American Airlines apparently abandoned the project of updating its departure boards sometime earlier in the evening). And there is a bar close by, at which beer has been secured and consumed. But oh, my god, the hate-on I am having for air travel. Sing it with me, anyone who was unfortunate enough to be aloft today:
H.A.T.E.
This is not that entry.
This is, instead, the entry of Oh my sweet tapdancing CHRIST, how much do I hate air travel??!?!?!?
See, it was, apparently, windy in Chicago today. Really quite windy. Not an entirely unprecedented meteorological situation, one would imagine, here in The City Known As Windy, but enough to completely bollix, banjax, and befuck air traffic on a national scale. The upside is that it looks like I should be getting home tonight (which was seeming pretty dicey a few hours ago). And that I was at least able to locate the gate for my connecting flight at O'Hare (quite an accomplishment, since American Airlines apparently abandoned the project of updating its departure boards sometime earlier in the evening). And there is a bar close by, at which beer has been secured and consumed. But oh, my god, the hate-on I am having for air travel. Sing it with me, anyone who was unfortunate enough to be aloft today:
H.A.T.E.