Signs of the times

Wicked Pissah

I’m heading home from an interesting trip to Connecticut for work with a Navy sub training system project BKA is involved with.

Anyway, coming up, I connected in Philly. This airport ALWAYS manages to screw something up. I’m sure there are plenty of stories like this one.

As soon as I get to the Philly airport, the departure boards say my 6:20 pm flight to Providence, Rhode Island is delayed to 7:10pm. So I hang out in the food court in the terminal. Around 6:30 i head towards the gate. Meanwhile the electronic departure boards still say my flight doesn’t leave until 7:10pm. At the gate, there’s nothing showing my flight number. I sit for about 10 minutes, thinking that there’s some time to kill before they start boarding. Then the lady at the counter calls out “hey is there anyone else here for the Providence flight?” I raise my hand, say “Me!”, and walk towards the counter. She says to me “Your flight left at 6:30”.

It left?!?

The lady alleges that the gate folks don’t have access or authorization to change the board info. A British couple that had been waiting around since 3pm (they flew in from Manchester, UK) had the same fate. Luckily she gets me a boarding pass for me for an 8pm flight the same night. A British couple that had been waiting around since 3pm (they flew in from Manchester, UK) had the same fate.

On top of all that, as I walk to the other terminal to catch the later flight, I pass the electronic board again. Which STILL says my flight is leaving at 7:10 even though it isn’t past 7:10 yet AND the plane is airborne.

It at least gave the British couple and I something to commiserate about after we got seated next to each other on the 8pm flight. And it was fun talking about England.

On an unrelated note, this is the most unexpected phrase to hear coming out of the mouth of a Navy submarine captain during our meeting this morning: “Fluffy muffins.”

(It was an example of what kind of goal a commanding officer would set for his subordinates).

Blogworthy quote

IMs from Josh:

my old ex-boss starts a conversation with: “I work with shittossing thumbless monkeys”

and you say i love bitching … and leading people on with my bitching. 🙂

ApeDance – the prequel

OK so it is apparent that Steve Ballmer likes to use the “Crazy Car Salesman” persona when hawking Microsoft, as shown clearly by this video (WMV 873kb):



If the WMV doesn’t work for ya then try the flash version.

Only geeks will appreciate this.

A message from a coworker:

I’m glad you all are doing this. I thought a grep was something that grew on a vine to stomp on and make wine.

Thanx for all your help!

Eureka!

I wonder if this is a common toddler story…

Kathryn, Iris, and I are enjoying our nice Labor Day dinner on our newly finished deck improvements outside. We’re all talking to one another and at one point Iris looks at me and says “Momma” (which she does every now and then – she calls Momma “Dadda” sometimes, too.) So, Momma corrects her by saying to her, “No, he’s Dadda; I’m Momma”. Iris turns to me with a jubilant look on her face and cries out “DADDA!” To match her mood, I cry out “EUREKA!” And she replies, “No, I’m Iris; you’re Dadda!”

Quote of the day

“The chief danger of an air raid, he said, was splintered glass
from windows. Thus, when one hears the siren one should get a
drink, lie down on a couch and put two pillows over
oneself–one pillow over the eyes and the other over the
groin…if the eyes or groin were injured, life was not worth
living. It was good advice for any groundling in the age
before atom bombs; and I took it.”

– Theodore White, recalling advice given him by cryptographer
Herbert Yardley during White’s reporting stint in China during
the early 1940s.

Link of the day

Today’s comes from Josh:

Adult Big Wheels!

The site reminded me of when I was kid. We just moved to Fort Bragg and I decided to take my Big Wheels for a spin. Well I didn’t stop at the end of our neighborhood and I ended up following a four lane highway for a while until the military police picked me up. They dumped me in the back of their truck to take me to the station. I remember it nearly fried me because it was bare metal cooking in the hot sun all day! I got dropped off at the station and my parents were called in.

I think they had already been looking for me and saw me in the back of the truck while they were driving around trying to find a kid cruising in his Big Wheels.

It’s a wonder I’m still alive. Must’ve been some wanderlust since we had just moved from Chicago (Fort Sheridan).

Iris isn’t Big Wheels age yet but she’s close…

Monday bits

Great quote:

“You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at least he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he *must do*. . . .”

– Ursula Le Guin, from A Wizard of Earthsea.

And in the spirit of ruining the mood created by such a fine quote comes the following discovery by Josh:

DogCondoms.Com!

Optical illusion from hell

This one will make you ill: (click here)