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Flights and randomness
Jan. 11th, 2004 01:33 pmThe Las Vegas airport is creepy. Not that I didn't notice this the LAST time I flew through Las Vegas, but last time I was in a gigantic hurry and didn't notice the designated smoking area. There is in fact a tiny little glassed-in Designated Smoking Area with man slot machines. Basically it's slot machines, two chairs, and a lot of smoke. However, there's what I might call a small design flaw: the glass doesn't reach the ceiling. And there's no door. So when they say "designated smoking area," what they really mean is "this is the designated smoker area, but the smoke is permitted everywhere." So my eyes sting and my lungs hurt when I wait at my gate, as it's a mere 30 yards from the designated smoking area. Bleh. Also, I am still creeped out by the slots-in-airport thing they have going. So, so wrong.
But I really scored. I grabbed the exit row window seat that has no chair in front of it on both legs of my flight. Meaning lots and lots of legroom, plus the handy fold-out tray that lets you have only a half-tray unfolded for your drink. You can't sit in an exit row without talking to the check-in agent, and I was lucky enough to have an non-harassed person who had the time to change my seat assignments. And I have a down comforter in my carry-on. I may sleep the best I ever have on a red-eye. *happy sigh*
And I downloaded new vids to investigate and evaluate before I came to the airport. Life is good.
I've had five-six vids in my "recently downloaded/evaluate" playlist for three months. Somehow I think the fact that I still haven't decided whether or not I like them or want to keep them means I probably don't. But OTOH, I just a little while ago found Lithium Doll's Firefly vid to "Running For Home" (Matthew Good) and it rocks a lot. (At bonicus amicus alter idem est.)
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The woman I was sitting next to on the second half of my flight was what I might politely call a ( total idiot )
Still, here I am in Philadelphia, where the outside temp is 25*F. And I got all my stuff here without breaking the ceramic jar my aunt made for me and without losing anything on the plane. Well, permanently, anyway. I was tired and left my book on the plane because I'm an idiot and had put it in the thingy on the back of the chair next to me. But then I went "wait, where's my book?" And got it back.
But I really scored. I grabbed the exit row window seat that has no chair in front of it on both legs of my flight. Meaning lots and lots of legroom, plus the handy fold-out tray that lets you have only a half-tray unfolded for your drink. You can't sit in an exit row without talking to the check-in agent, and I was lucky enough to have an non-harassed person who had the time to change my seat assignments. And I have a down comforter in my carry-on. I may sleep the best I ever have on a red-eye. *happy sigh*
And I downloaded new vids to investigate and evaluate before I came to the airport. Life is good.
I've had five-six vids in my "recently downloaded/evaluate" playlist for three months. Somehow I think the fact that I still haven't decided whether or not I like them or want to keep them means I probably don't. But OTOH, I just a little while ago found Lithium Doll's Firefly vid to "Running For Home" (Matthew Good) and it rocks a lot. (At bonicus amicus alter idem est.)
***
The woman I was sitting next to on the second half of my flight was what I might politely call a ( total idiot )
Still, here I am in Philadelphia, where the outside temp is 25*F. And I got all my stuff here without breaking the ceramic jar my aunt made for me and without losing anything on the plane. Well, permanently, anyway. I was tired and left my book on the plane because I'm an idiot and had put it in the thingy on the back of the chair next to me. But then I went "wait, where's my book?" And got it back.
