garage door band blues

So my recoil spring on the garage busted. I wish I would have heard it as it must have made one hell-uv-a noise. The spring is retracted 5" or so it had to have been a huge sound. Apparently Tammy heard it in the middle of the night.

Me?

I slept though it. Thats how good I am. ZZZzzzz

So I get Deonn to drive me to the place so I can get the number of the company that installed it. I tried to buy her lunch, but she wasn't hungry.

When I called the guy called me back and told me it would be an exta $500 to do it today instead of tomorrow. I told him I could wait and take sick time tomorrow. He said he felt bad and was near me, then asked me if my cars were inside or out. I told him they were in it and not going anywhere. So he told me he would swing by and open it. He sounded about 80 on the phone. He used the expression "my old lady" a couple of times when he gave me his schedule for dropping by today.

His old lady looked like she was 19 when I saw her in the truck. I thought that might be his daughter but when he got out of the truck I was met by the dude I had talked to on the phone and he couldn't have been older than 24 himself.

He checked a few things on the door then told me to push the button then he just lifted up on the door really hard. I had tried that, but it didn't work for me because I don't sound 80 on the phone maybe. I asked him how to close it. He said just get a step ladder and push up on it as it comes down. He said the motor could handle it, but I could reduce the strain on the motor by standing there pushing up on it as it closed.

I did that. Looked like an idiot that is. Cars are out. Door is closed.

You realize this is Halloween and the worst night of all to have your cars out.

Worst night.

Up tomorrow: The egged car report.

Photo update

I'm not one to whine and complain -- OK I heard that -- but, the scanner keeps barfing on the slides I took on day of photos. I just started it again. Each roll takes about 9 hours to complete and I've false started this one 3 times now.

I'll post 'em when they are scanned.

back on the chow wagon...

I had real problems eating this week. I think I got a touch of a flu or some such last week and it effected my eating all the way through yesterday. I'm feeling much better now. I ate light yesterday but was able to eat some toast this morning for breakfast.

So I'd say I'm good to go now. I'm not looking for a bunch of halloween candy to send me back to sick though, so I'll be careful.

Fun with Photoshop. Thanks, Bill.

Task Avoidance

This blog entry is brought to you by the procrastination committee in my head. This is way more fun that doing what I should be doing, so I'm typing this instead.

Fun huh?

An open letter to KMTT

To: Shawn Stewart, Music Director, KMTT
Subject: How Could you?

Track 2

Do I need to say anymore? I drove through the StarBucks on 85th and got my "Live from the Mountain Music Lounge Volume 10" CD at 5:40am on the first day. They were playing track 2 on the morning show and I actually thought there was some mistake… I thought, “No way would Shawn let them do such a thing.”

I confess I hesitated, but I bought it anyway. As the track played on I assured myself that it must be on the bonus CD not on the actual CD so it can be ignored… I looked quickly to see where it was. No I didn’t have to scan far to find it. Not far at all. Track 2...

Isn’t it ironic? Um... No, It's not.

JR

3 in a row...

For three nights running, I've had nightmares. Shouldn't I win something? Shouldn't I at least get a cookie?

I'm tired people.

I got this shot at the aquarium in seattle. It needs some work in photoshop, but it's what I like. I'm glad I had the camera when it caught my eye.

Dog sitting the pug, Bella.

Highlight from the weekend

Quote: "Wow! That's soft. I thought it would have been hard!"

Taken out of context? Yes.

Funny? Of course!

Is that a battery warning are you just glad to see me?

So my camera is top notch. I used it to shoot all the images the other day for my "image day art project". (I should get them back from the lab Tuesday). I shot a lot on Thursday as you might imagine and my batteries got a little low.

I started doing an art shoot and the battery meter went from "low" to "flashing replace me you stingy bastard right the fuck now" which was really annoying. It wouldn't tell me the frame number either it was just flashing away to beat the band. I was doing an art shoot with some peeps from work. She paints and I was just taking slides of her work. I know my battery will hold up, it's not a digital camera after all, it just has to move the film and open and close the shutter so I says to it: "shut the fuck up, camera and do your job!"

The camera just keeps blinking away at me and I know I have enough juice for this roll so I keep going. I had messed with some of the custom functions and I seemed to have turned off the frame count in the eyepiece. No frame count anywhere. So busy with your fucking battery complaints that you can't tell me what frame I'm on? bastard high end camera.

You know sometimes you can read the writing on the wall, but when someone is just yelling at you, it flies right by.

The camera was yelling 2 things... one yes it's batteries were low. And two, and more imporant in this situation, it didn't know what frame I was on...

BECAUSE I HAD FAILED TO LOAD THE FILM.

Ah Jersey.

We saw the movie Garden State last night. Very good movie. It was pretty close to Lost In Translation, but not quite.

It was funny yet serious. I won't say anything about the movie's plot. The images were quite good. Wonderful.

It's always cool to see places you've been in the movie. They shot part of it at the Newark International Airport. I've been stuck there before so that was really fun. Imagine me hopping up and down pointing at the screen in the theater going "I've been there" as quitely as I can manage. There weren't very many people in the theater and if you know me, when I think something is funny then I'm going to laugh. So I might have embarassed Tammy a touch as there weren't very many people in the house and I kept having to remove my stylish glasses I was laughing so hard.

Bacon Sarnies

OK I finally did it. I made myself some bacon sarnies. This is British food at it's best people.

You can read about it here. I went with blind faith (not something I usually go for) in the recipe and man it tasted great. I guess that wasn't blind faith it was an experiment based on library research so there. The bacon was from British pantry because this wouldn't work with our USbAcon. There is very little grease coming out of this stuff. The leap of faith was spreading catsup on a piece of bread and dropping it - I shit you not - sauce side down in the pan. Letting that sit for two minutes while you wonder what the fuck catsup is going to look like all fried like that in what little bacon fat that was left in the pan was in fact: blind faith.

First it was the country ham and now it's bacon sarnies.

Shout outs to Mr. Fuller (not the Spiritualist, but rather the "lead program manager") for giving me not only the idea, but the means to execute it. Because of his British genius I don't at all mind plugging his book.

under the department of .. "ya think?"

http://dsc.discovery.com/news/afp/20041018/humans.html?ct=7608.80735310824

PHEW

OH man what a ton of work taking those shots was. I had a great day yesterday though. Taking the photos was really cool. It was a kick ass day. I'm planning how to get them developed so I can get them posted ASAP...

Thanks to those who posted and those who read the blog, it makes it worth it.

Photo Day!

I've taken 18 shots so far and look the sun isn't even up! I'm so sick. My next shot will be sunrise. 7:18 is approaching quickly.... this is way fun.

This is better than hanging glass balls on a recently killed evergreen tree

This is the memetree.

I don't even really understand it's entirety, but at the same time I "get" it.

Being the product - and therefore tool - of the modern media I did what I had to do: I copied it.

Thanks to Mo for the infection.

I've been copied...

I'm happy to have passed on the meme to Mo.

In other news on the same subject, I'll be cooking up a shot list today and don't expect any pill bugs on it because while I could probably spot one in yard, I don't want to. Let the little bugs sleep. That's my motto. Well, no not really.

this morning...

Was just ludicrous. It's only 9:15am. I hope this isn't setting the tone for the week.

I hope.

Reception

I was at table 53. Brenner had numbered all the tables with prime #'s. He is more geeked out than me on occasion. Most of our table didn't make it. One couple had just had a baby so they are let off without question. Another guy I was hoping to see from Highschool. Guy and Tina were there and it was nice spending some time with them. We talked manga and Aikido. Once the food was open we got into line. Now I don't mean to pick nits, but the photographers ate before some if not most of the guests. They did wait til after the head table, but still this is not something Charlie and I would ever do. In fact we always try to scarf in the kitchen away from the guests.

The food looked great, but was highly suspect for MSG so I went with some salad and rolls. The mac & cheese smelled really good, but I couldn't risk it, so I didn't. The chicken and turkey were both swimming in broth so that was a given. Not a big deal I had the filet earlier that day so no worries at all.

Dave's brother made a nice toast. I really enjoyed talking to him. I don't remember much about him from high school, I think we mostly avoided him. He was really cool and fun to talk to. Ian kept visiting our table which was cool, because I think #53 might have been farthest from that bright center of the universe known as the head table. We talked plenty with plenty of people so it was a great time. Near the end it dawned on Gina that they didn't have to wait for eveyone to leave.

I got to talk to Brenner a few more times. He and Gina seemed to have a great time. I do hope they remember it. It's hard to remember ours, but that was ages ago.

I went into the parking lot and I couldn't find Kristy's car. First the roads in Goshen (yes Kristy, GOSHEN) then the car. I couldn't get it to beep I was walking around hitting the keyless to get it to signal me. Finally I called Tammy and she helped me find it. No she's no psychic (that I know of) but she got me to not wander aimlessly but do logical things to locate the vehicle. That worked. Then my exit was closed so I had to go around the building to the other side.

On the way out of town I passed fountain square. The fountain was all lit up and the times I had there flashed through my head. It's not really a good place to hang out at night now. I remember Tom street performing while the group and I hung out. I remember one night he was with a sax player. I remember being there with other friends doing other things. I remember the year they had an ice skating rink... it failed due to warm weather and therefore rain.

I remember working in one of the tall buildings. Brenner worked there too at some point. I remember baseball with Ken one afternoon.

It was a moment. It all flashed by me.

I got on 471 south and headed for 257 east to head back to Loveland (happy now Kristy?)...

Next up: the flight home...

Wedding ceremony

The ceremony rocked. Much as "the dude" probly didn't do so good before the ceremony to calm Dave down. I thought he was a dyanmic speaker and did the ceremony the way they wanted him to. I liked how there was no god in it and it was really about them. Dave & Gina. Gina & Dave. No in front of us that I recall either. Just about the promise they were making to each other.

I took some really shitty blurry photos with my little camera. I just refused to shoot. I don't know who the guy was who wanted to compete with the photographers, but he was annoying me. I don't think he annoyed anyone else, but when you've done the job, a guest also trying to do the job can be... unnerving. I was aware of this and tried to stay out of their way the whole time. I didn't shoot during formals or flash at all during the ceremony. (hence the crappy photos)

The ceremony rocked. Everyone laughed and everyone cried a little. If someone out there didn't cry just a little at the ceremony well then... maybe you cried inside... ya that's it.

Next time... the photographer loses respect points during the reception...

Message in a blogger:

Um dude, if you're driving an audi, having a plate that reminds us you're in an audi, is, well, rather stupid.

Did you think that was clever?

I'm just saying.

Justice of the pieces

Yet another wedding chunk.

So the photos are done and the JOP is there. From here on out we'll call him "the dude". We aren't going to call him that because he looks like Jeff Bridges. We're not calling him that because he was inherintly cool. nope. We're calling him the dude for lack of a better name. I called him the dude during the event because Justice of the Peace sounded... well stupid. Who am I to talk? I'm the Rev. R. Atheist Weddings performed in the state of WA for free as long as I don't have to say the g word.

So the dude had a pink shirt on. I'm not against the color pink or shirts for that matter, but I thought it was a little weird to be dressed so casually to perform a wedding. He had a robe. I need a robe. I don't have a fucking robe. That thing was cool. You can perform a wedding having a really gnarly hawaian shirt on and nobody but the groom knows. Why? Because you're talking to the groom in the back behind the screens likely seeing if he'll puke.

Dave wasn't looking so good aftet the witness's had signed. He was pretty much on the edge and I was a little worried about him. I've said before that I don't like the smell of puke and his tux looked so nice. So when the news that the strings quartet (of which there were 3 of them so they called themselves a trio maybe? no clue. A string trio? sounds too folky, as they weren't playing green sleeves.) were late and where is the number so we can call and say WTF? (Thats "What the Fuck?" by the way)

When he heard that, his eyes fluttered and I really thought he was gonna either hurl or worse pass out. So I moved him away from the dude and to a chair. He sat down and started to relax. We talked about stuff mostly the trains going by outside. Not sure what the dude was doing at this point. He said he was going to be fine and I could go out and get people to sit down. I went back out and told his mom to move people to the chairs. There is a special power granted to the mother's of those getting married. It's the gift of herding. They can raise their voice slightly point and large groups of people will move without question. I think it's like getting between a bear and her cubs: dangerous.

I went back and saw The Dude talking to Dave and I thought, "OK he's fine now. The dude has it under control".

I found out later the dude was talking politics and the war and scaring the fuck out of Dave. I guess the dude was lucky Dave didn't puke on his pink shirt...

Next time... The ceremony.

I am a copy cat

So here goes. I got the idea from here. You can also see the results.

For those of you who didn't click the idea is you use the comments on this post to suggest 3 photos that I take in a typical day of my surroundings. I choose some subset of those photos to actually take (this of course gives me a perfect out if I'm so not going to take a photo of whatever). Then I'll post the results here. I might not do as good a job as the bloggoddess that I'm ripping off, but i'll get something up here.

Please if you choose to be anonymous at least put your first name in the comment so I know who you are, k?

ready... set... go.

Photos at the long brick building

I showed up after Gina (bride) was upstairs and Dave (groom) had to hide in the john for a short time as she passed through. I talked to him for a little bit and he seemed off the hook nervous. That's because he was off the hook nervous. He said he hadn't puked again since he'd put on the tux so that was good and I decided to try and keep him from puking until at least after the ceremony.

He went upstairs to see Gina for the first time of the day in her dress. It was I believe a private moment between the two of them... and the photographer and his assistant. Lots of bright flashes of light.

I took some shots from down stairs myself. I switched to Dave's camera right after that so I don't have any of that work. I didn't flash at all because I didn't want to be in the way of the guy who was "on the job". Most of mine are artsy blurry. Ya "artsy" thats it... I like the ring of that, "Artsy."

They did some window stuff that was very nice. I couldn't frame the photographer out most of the time so I'm sure I didn't get much. I didn't get a chance to review them at all. Oh when I switched to his camera I put my jacket (green and black) down on some green carpet next to some plants because it blended in nicely and wouldn't bother anyone.

The most fun I had was shooting wide outside. The brick building was really cool. When Dave gets back I'll hit him up for a CD of what I did so I can drop a couple here.

The formals were disorganized. Made me feel like Charlie and I are like a machine taking formals. We're crazy about having the next shot lined up and I'm a photo asistant nazi about the wedding party not wandering off. At least there was no alcohol available yet. The bridal party was also small and that makes it easier. As the assistant it's all about the next shot. So the photographer can worry about "this shot"...

Pre wedding details next (I know i'm dolling this out slow, but it's a lot of stuff and I don't want to miss much)

I had training last week and this was one of the products of that training... ah only in America.

yes there are more... this is my new lamp. My office is really kicking some ass now: photos are hung; lamp is in place. Life is good. I'm gonna keep posting shots til i'm done. sorry.

405 self portrait. (I just got the auto photo post client working, so I'm catching up.)

Tell me that seal that is easily removed is not just the best thing... since.. well you see it there in the background...

Fall is so quick. I took this a little over a week ago and the leaves are all but gone around here.

YAWC

That's: Yet Another Wedding Chunk.

I woke up on Saturday and Kristy was out so I drank a coke and wandered about my little room aimlessly for a bit and played with Jake, the best chocolate lab ever. I got a coke. Thank you K&E for the coke products. I got my email squared and then Kristy got home and we went to O'Charlies for lunch.

I did a little math. I love math that ends in red meat. I said, "You know the wedding starts at 5:30 or so I think. I'm going to be there for photos at 2:00pm. It's 11:30 am right now. I'm not eating again until probly 7:00pm. If I do the jet-lag math I get 10:00pm. Holy shit that's a really long time from now til I eat again. Give me the O'Charlie's Big Ass Filet(tm)!"

Kristy got chickenstrips. Eric missed out because he was in the air doing what he does best. Teaching peeps like me to fly.

When they brought my meat out the girl who brought it said, "11:30am having a Big Ass Filet(tm)?"

I responded without thinking - as per usual - "Hell ya!"

After lunch we went back and I changed into my suit. On the west coast I wouldn't have needed a tie, but out in the midwest where things are a bit more conservative you wear the tie.

Then I left a touch late. I followed my directions. I got lost. (I can just hear Kristy yelling right now as she reads this.) I followe them wrong. (Feel better Kristy?) OK I made one right turn and one wrong turn and I ended up at the other end of their street. 2 turns and I'm back where I started. How fucked up is that? The roads in Goshen are screwed up and they all look alike. Big Ass Houses(tm) along with Big Ass Golf Courses(tm) lead to a confusing landscape.

When I first moved to Washington I thought the numbered streets were fucked up. No! they are not; They are, in fact, a Big Ass Goodness(tm) .

I did make a wrong turn. See the thing is - left is not right and right is not left. They just aren't. Still those roads are screwed up. I eneded up back where I started. Rather frustrating. I hate being late. I called Kristy and she set me straight. Not before giving me a bit of shit for left being left etc.

I called Dave about being late, he wasn't sounding so good, but not really horrible either. He said Gina was just getting there so it was fine.

next time... photos.

Message in a blogger

I really wish my iPod had a setting that said, if You're plugged in and putting out music the light is ON. If you're not plugged in the light goes off in 5 seconds or whatever....

It's just so damn pretty when it's on, but I'm tired of having to turn it on when it's in its little dock.

Just in case apple is listening for the next rom upgrade. So pretty.

Thursday

It was more of the same, but no bruise.

They really know how to bring out the competitiveness in people in these all day training traps. I'm just as bad as everyone else. I'm like, "not me. Not competitive here."

Then I guess I should explain how I had no problem taking chewed gum from a fellow team mate - right from her hand fresh from her mouth - and applying it to our coffee stir stick sculpture. I should. I won't. What can I say? We won. Am I embarassed? Mildly.

Another full day today.

We interrupt this wedding report to bring you a...

Wednesday.

Was that a long day or what? Damn.

All day training. One of the speakers I find to have a voice that is rather patronizing. I'm sure the person isn't patronizing, it's just the voice.

The training was all day. Did I mention it was the full fucking day? No lunch break exactly. Yes we were allowed to eat, but that had us do a test during lunch.

Was the test stupid? Yes. Did it measure what they claimed it measured? No.

All the while a very high priority set of meetings are going on without me at my job. Not the whole warm fuzzy feeling you want out such touchy feely all day training.

Also the class has a no laptop policy. Well guess what this is Tablet PC not a laptop... No sir-eee.

um there was homework.

Then I went to Aikido where I felt afterwards like I was hit by a flying refrigerator. Or maybe it was a washer/dryer combo. Or maybe it was an appliance repair man the size of a refrigerator. Ya that's it. That's the ticket. I was hit by a repair man.

I'm actually not making this up and I have the bruise the prove it. (In his defense it was an accident.)

What's up for today? More of the same minus the bruising. I hope minus the bruising.

.8 hours of joy... and then some

CMH is a cellphone hell hole. I had the wrong number for Eric. Not because Eric told me wrong, I just didn't listen to him when he told me. I talked to Kristy in a very broken conversation and got the number that I can call so that Eric couldn't hear me as easily as Kristy couldn't hear me.

Waiting at baggage claim I got on the Internet. I'm such an addict. I checked my work email and my gmail. Eric showed up and I got my bag and we headed out. The dude picked us up in a white van and took us to the FBO. Thats a gas station sorta for planes. If you go to international airports they are way better than po dunk little airports, but the little places have better gas prices. This one was Swank with a capital S. (Did you notice how I put the capital S on swank back there? That's how swank it was.)

We took off and flying down there I was watching the GPS and really seeing how flat everyhing is. No wonder houses are cheaper out there than here, all that nice flat dirt you can just drop a house on, as if it were a witch.

I got to fly. Eric is a CFI and he taught me to fly straight and level. So Jon next time you say "ready?" I might not look like 1/2 the idiot I am. Lots of sight pictures of the horizon. What other kind of picture is there, Eric? Also there was a little bit of haze coming back and he'd say, "Pick a point really far out there and fly at that." (Should the P in pick be capital back there?) I'm looking at all this white and some stuff on the ground, but I managed to get through. Then I learned how to plan a descent. That was cool. Then I got to do part of the descent myself. Also cool. I trimmed the aircraft and worked the throttle. I was very jazzed. I logged .8 hours of flight instruction and I got to taxi.

Eric had a lesson and was in a hurry, so Kristy picked me up at the airport. After our really slow drive back through something called a pumpkin run (please don't ask) we made it home.

We headed out to lunch where we had Cincinnati chilli. No we didn't go to SkyLine thats for the tourists. We went to the best chilli in all of Cincinnati. The place is called... wait a sec. No way then my hole in the wall diner will be overrun by chilli fans who find out it's actually better than SkyLine so no way. I will say I was sorry they got rid of the video game tables up the middle of the restaraunt. It was like stepping back in time. They don't take credit cards or checks. Cash only it says on the door.

We went back to the house and I straightened up a bit. I did forget to shave. Sorry I was so scruffy, Dave & Gina. I went to the rehearsal dinner. I met Anna, the bride's maid, and her husband Ian. Lots of very nice people. Gina's brother was so cool. I didn't get much chance to talk to many people for a long time, but I got to hear about the whole wedding thing and how it was going.

I also got to sit with Brenner (For those of you following along with the home game: Dave. We always called him Brenner and I've been trying to call him David or Dave more but I'm all out now so we're back to Brenner). I was across from Brenner's grandfather and his companion who knew my 7th grade latin teacher. When I found that out I was microseconds from a spit take. Had I drank any earlier, I would have spit Dr. Pepper all over.

I headed back up to Goshen, er, sorry, Loveland, OH. Where I watched Kristy fight with "On Demand" cable. She was demanding movies and it was giving her the finger. I think she called the company the next day and gave them a figurative finger on the phone. We watched some dumb movie instead and then I crashed. Crashing when you aren't in a car or plane is just fine. I wasn't in the plane so no worries. I slept in pretty well to 10:00 am which is something I don't do at home. I justified it by avoiding jet lag by staying on Seattle time. lies...

More later... The wedding.

blog anger

I just lost a pretty long post I've been working on all morning. So I have a bit of blog anger... I'll rewrite my post when it clears.

Atlanta...

OK Atlanta is in the south so it should be hot, right? no.

Well outside it might have been, but I wasn't going to step foot outside of the security zone in the airport so I had to freeze. All I had was my trusty gortex green and black Seattle standard issue raincoat. It actually buttoned it two buttons at one point.

I was hungry so I went into this little bakery and the guy was so cool and I was getting a ham breakfast sandwich. It's the south right? So it should be country ham? no.

Oh look it has ... um... eggs?... on it... sorta... yes eggs... scrambled yesterday maybe... (Imagine my face now.)

The eggs were cold. This is not right. So, icky sandwich.

I ate it. I said I was hungry.

Next up was a brief tease by TMobile making me think I was going to get some internet action in AT-LAN-TA... but no. It vanished.

CNN was just running sound bites from the debate. Now the debate interests me, but not little pieces out of context. Also I don't care what buttons a focus group were pushing as the debate went on. sillyness. They were saying "sound bite" like it's a good thing. I'm thinking oh good I'm freezing and I'm getting out of context news. yes...

The flight boarded... zone 8 here... last on the fucking plane. I don't really recall the flight itself I don't think I slept, but I didn't get much done either.

More later.

Sidenote: I still believe exit polling should be illegal and we should count the votes on Wednesday so early voters (east coast) don't have as much effect on us.

Planes, planes, and more planes.

I went to my best friend Brenner's and Gina's wedding in Cincinnati this weekend. I dind't do anything else but attend the wedding so it was very much a surgical strike.

I was over the thousand mile travel mark so I got to go to the rehearsal dinner. I had a lot of fun.

I left thursday night and I was feeling very hard core about being a traveller. While waiting in the terminal the sofas were really weird, I did the usual lose the boarding pass trick. Always good for a laugh.

I had a window and I was all ready to sleep against it, and I wasn't going to switch with nobody, no way, no how, fuck that noise.

They board the plane by zones now. There is something attached to my name that says "zone last". I was always zone 8. There were always people there already, so how is it that I'm the fucker who goes last? I ask you?

So I'm almost chanting about not switching. NO way. I'm keeping my window. It was a 2 3 2 aircraft. I hate the 3 in the middle. The aisle is ok for an alise, but it's not as good as a window on a redeye. You can drool on a window and not feel bad.

She had a neck brace. A neck brace. I wasn't prepared. I wasn't chanting about medical accessories: No way I'm not switching even if they have an IV bag and and a partial body cast. I just wasn't prepared. She looked right at me, It's not like she had much choice with the neck brace so tightly in place. She asked if she could sit next to her husband. Who was in the 3 right next to her. Had I been prepared for a whiplash sympathy hit, I might have said, "You are next to him and you have a bonus alise to boot." Was I clever? no. Was I tough? No. Hard nosed? Um no. I smartly reply, "uh... sure."

The guy next to me was a poor tall man. I take short anyday. You know I can stand on a stool to get down the cheerios from the top shelf, or get our friend Deonn to do it (She's like 5'11.99 or something like that). That poor man couldn't do anyting about his knees having no room or choice but to brace him against the seat in front of him. He was really cool though despite his height disadvantage he managed to stay on his side of the line.

I threw the blanket over my head ignored the world and slept. Good times...

More later.