Charlene has started a spinoff of Charvan. In lemur on a moonrocket, Chark is back home, blogging about things and stuff. I look forward to seeing where this one goes. Oh, and if you’re into Flash intros…
Month: July 2008
American dream
Every time I’m in a hardware store I want to own a house.
On the plane again
Father, to son: “You have to be quiet until 10 after to get a dollar.”
If that were true for everyone, I’d be so rich.
Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh has a more heavily mustached population than I’m comfortable with.
Good night
My grandmother sent me up to bed. All is well.
Fare
Cab driver: “It’s gonna be hefty.”
Just getting started
I’m in the Pittsburgh airport waiting for my bag. The P.A. announcements are painfully loud. But before I talk about Pittsburgh, I want to say that SFO has signs implying free WiFi, but I certainly couldn’t find any and didn’t feel like getting out my work laptop just to blog. Ugh. I hardly got any sleep on the plane so of course I’m in an awesome mood. The plane was freezing and the passenger next to me wouldn’t stop rummaging through her purse, and then left her light on reading about Britney Spears going to the grocery store or whatever it is they write about today in those useless celebrity magazines.
Next I have to get in a cab and hope the driver can get me to my destination which is 40 minutes away, because I have no idea how to get anywhere around here. But that’s not the end of my day. It’s only a bit past 7 AM here right now, which means I have about 15 more hours of staying awake, pretending to be in a good mood until salvation in some form of “Well, we should probably get going…” which means I’ll finally get to go to sleep at the hotel. After another 30 minutes in the car, of course.
I would tweet but Twitter never sent me the password reset email
The passenger next to me can’t get her Airborne pill to dissolve. Air travel can be rough.
On the road again
Sat behind noisy headphones guy at the gate and my iPhone isn’t charged. I need a weekend where I’m not doing anything or going anywhere.
At least I’ll get to see my family.
It was worse than we thought
I thought a six mile hike was bad. Last night, Reid was able to download his GPS data and give us the real distance. Turns out we actually hiked out 9.73 miles from the car to to the campsite. You can view the gruesome details on MotionBased or you can open this file in Google Earth. Just note that the timing is off since Reid forgot to turn off the GPS at the end.
And in case you thought I was being overly dramatic, even Koklynn, who on the second day finished the hike an hour before me, thought it was rough.
I’ll be wearing my new jean “shorts” on Thursday at work, so buckle up, coworkers!