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1234PM mountain
Receive text: ‘Stephanie bought twilight on bluray. It is just as bad
in hi def as it is in theaters!!’

1215PM mountain
Have seen tumbleweed. Officially in the southwest.

1138am mountain
CUBA next exit.

1109am mountain
We have the Rav4. We have the coheed. Let’s go to Santa Fe.

118am mountain time Monday March 23rd.
Albuquerque has candy EVERYWHERE.

935PM pacific
Have boarded flight to Albuquerque. Sitting next to a dude who looks a
whole bunch like Jackie Earle Haley. happy place. Time to turn off
phone.

1:39PM pacific (3:39PM central)
I think trendy delicatessens and clothing shops share the same soundtracks.

EDIT: pix are up.

Yesterday I disembarked from my safe bubble of awesome, Chambana, to preview the possible future of my lyf. My mom and I are traveling the southwest of the United States, and I will be keeping track of thangs on this guy. I wrote a live blog of sorts to capture the moments of driving to Chicago and flying into San Diego on my phone and emailed it to myself. Pictures will be updated when I am able to access the internet with my own laptop, which isn’t possible at this time.

832PM central
Cylons are in San Diego.

820PM central
Landed. I wonder who won basketball tonight.

806PM central
Final descent. Turn off phone.

8PM central
20 minutes til we land.

751PM central
Ungrateful kid finally looked out the window. Is now grateful. Less
miffed due to her adorable reaction.

749PM central
Holy crap… Im really going to California! HOLY MOLEY

742PM central
We are so checking in right at midnight o’clock EST to get window
seats. On level four. I am progressing. Tweedle, Like, Omigod! Dee
seems interested in my game and keeps looking over.

738PM central
Holy shit, those are mountains out there! Damn my aisle seat! Damn me
giving up that seat! That little kid isn’t looking out the window at
all! Kids appreciate nothing these days!

736PM central.
Yup. Im traveling with my mommy.

731PM central
Brick breaker time, bitches. Time to bust that record.

708PM central
Woke up from nap. There is a kid wailing slooowly like a siren on a wambulance.

527 PM central
STUPID KNEE. Reminder to start hardcore rigorious leg stabilizer
workout upon return. Need to look up how the knee works.

513PM central
I miss riding horses.

507 PM central
Work on jeff’s sweater song instead. Water was too cold.

502PM central.
Stupid knees. Nap attempt number one.

459PM central
Oh good. Tweedle, Like, Omigod! Dee has busted out the Seventeen magazine.
Tweedle, Like, Omigod! Dum’s name is Kara.

456PM central
Man with septum piercing likes lorna doones as well. Rock.

453PM central

LORNA DOONES BEAT SHITTY BAGGED CHOCO CHIP COOKIES

443PM central
Learn best actress nominees received a pushup bra and thong panties
with diamonds and pearls on a pin. Urge to scream repressed by social
contract with fellow passengers.
Panty is a disgusting word.

441 beverage order
Tall drink of water for me, please. Mom’s reading.

432PM central.
There is talk of fresh chocolate chip cookies on the magic speaker box.

422PM central
Electronics allowed back on yaaay. Liz and Julie are keeping to
themselves. The originals are telling each other how mean they are.
Reading US Weekly. Remembering why I don’t read US Weekly.

414 PM central
’sit back and relax, or hey! Lean forward and be tense!’
It would be nice if people knew closing the window shades brings the
temperature down literally ten degrees. The valley high school girls
are going strong. One in front is Liz. Other is Julie.

407PM central
oh, they have two friends in front of us.

406PM central
sienna miller can bite my ass

403PM central
Have boarded plane. Have up group of two seats I scored to lady with
little girl. Am now next to the valley duo, names TBA.

13 PM central.
Showed mom random pictures on laptop due to editing to pass time. Many
pictures with lip ring involved. Mom Looks received. Oh the guilt! My
self expression, let me show you it. Being squashed. Rediscovered kick
ass picture of grandpa and uncle uncle Jim. Crisis averted.

240 PM central.
Wonder about brackets. Hate Barry for getting me involved.

218 PM central.

Sitting at terminal, see bag. Ultimate man purse? Maybe.

116 PM central.
Bush and barbed wire is protecting my vehicle in the car lot. I
feel safe. Text parental unit concerning arrival.

115PM CUTE BABY ALERT.

113PM central.
He left! The spot is mine. Fuck the bus is here!

110PM
In midway parking lot. Douchebucket in a beamer SUV sittin pretty
playing with his OFA toys. No other possible spots in the lot. Go
knock on window, ask if he’s leaving. Snot gives me 5 minutes answer.
Douchenugget.

1025am central.
Fuel gauge still says empty with my full tank. Poop.

1030 vertical horizon

1022am central
I don’t really get these live blogs that sports guys do, but I have a
feeling there will be a lot of downtime during this upcoming week. For
those who I don’t talk to or avoid eye contact with, I’m traveling to
the southwest of the United States with my mommy to visit potential
areas I can live and/or work in with this alleged art degree I’m
getting. Um about to make the journey to the big city. Getting gas.
Aha! Full tank achieved.

Today Flight 1549 of US Airways crashed into the Hudson River (no fatalities yay). Janis Krums, visiting form Florida, was on a ferry and overheard people saying “There’s a plane in the river!” Thinking they were joking, he turned to see a freaking plane in the river with people piling onto the wings and into life rafts. He posted a picture to his Twitter account only to be interviewed 20 minutes later by MSNBC. Nuts.

thx Laura.

ATLANTA, YOU SUCK.

I’m still amazed at the lack of seating in the terminals. They have some arranged in such a way to promote communication between passengers — probably more for people traveling together. The zig zag pattern is cute, but it takes up valuable space that could be used by old people or kids or the tired parents of the kids.

a picture i grabbed from flickr of an empty seating area in Atlanta

I still stand by Pittsburgh’s airport being the awesomest. At the very least, in the midwest and east side of the United States. On Friday (2008 Nov 28) I came across a negative, at least in the US Airways terminal: the two seating areas I was hanging around for my flight had no working outlets. Tre sad for my laptop’s longevity.

Pittsburgh International Airport, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

1. YOU AREN’T CONFUSING. The legendary suck airport we all must compare to is OHare. OHare is extremely large, which would be fine if you could get from one terminal to the next without having to get out of the airport and go through security again. Pittsburgh International has two parts for the general public: ground stuff (check-in/ground transportation/baggage claim/aka land terminal) and air stuff (flight terminals and air mall — the “core”). These areas are two separate buildings, to be traveled between with an underground train. After a traveler gets wanded and probed, he goes into the waiting area flanked by two enclosed subway trains. Usually both are running. Speaking of being probed…

2. YOUR SECURITY ISN’T A FUCKING BITCH. There are twenty billion metal detectors (okay, around ten) with clear denotations of where their lines are. These lines stem from two main lines of people coming down from ticketing. Yes, coming down from: ticketing is an upper level. And a traveler knows where to go because

3. YOU HAVE SIGNS EVERYWHERE AND ARE EASY TO READ. This is another pitfall of OHurk — signage is suckage. Not in Pittsburgh. There are signs every 100 feet. There are signs in the main intersections, in the hallways, in the ticketing area, almost everywhere! Only nuance: bathrooms do not have giant signs. This smallness is made up with the fact that he signs are in the hallways as well as on the bathroom entryways. The bathroom areas also have a smooth wall texture than the normal wall’s brick pattern. Visual cues!

4. YOU CAN HAS FREE WIFI INTERNETS. I love you. New Hampshire = no freeness. Like a yutz I have paid ten dollars for three hours of internet access. Not in black and gold land. Midway also has internets. I’m guessing most places do now. I hope so anyway. Midway not only has free internets, it has bench stations complete with stools, electrical outlets, and USB outlets in the Southwest terminal’s cul-de-sac. V cool, Midway, very cool. Unfortunately, during my times there, access was a “local only” connection. What the bukkake is that about? Midway, I almost fell for you!

5. YOU EMBRACE THE CITY’S HISTORY IN A NONHOKEY WAY. Whoever designed the interior spaces remembered that Pittsburgh is full of people that don’t forget a thing. They still talk about the Iron Curtain of the 70s, Roberto Clemente, how bitchy Barry Bonds was (waaaait that isn’t that old), how the steel mills affected everything, what bridges were fixed when, how much Carnegie shafted his workers and then how much he gave back to the city in museums and libraries. Ooooh the library system of Allegheny County. For another time. The city-related eye candy isn’t inflated Hellene inspired poop. The main concourse crossroads have art hanging from the ceiling (s’up Calder) and new visitors are greeted by Franco Harris and George Washington, passing by the Tyrannasaurus rex on the way to the trains. The Carnegie Museum of Natural History has a world renowned dinosaur exhibit. If you haven’t seen it, you should.

6. YOUR DECOR SUCKS IN A FABULOUS WAY. Grey. Grey everywhere. This should be a bad thing, am i rite? No! Other airports use white. I think I figured out why I’m always headachey in other places. In combination with the fluorescent lights, most airports have white walls and colorful carpet or white tile. When I’m stressed, dehydrated, and in a strange place, I’m not in the mood for my eyes being bombarded with more information than needed. In Pittsburgh I can actually concentrate on what I’m doing rather than, say, how I’m going to bash the fluorescent lights in my path. My phone is a great projectile, but my wallet would be less damaged by the blow. The building leaves the color to the stores and food shops. The fine art and Spirit of St Louis replica don’t hurt, either.

OHare sucks less in this department: windows for walls wherever possible. New York’s JFK is poop. All I remember is how BRIGHT it seemed to be. I’m going to group music into this section. Burgh Intl has classical music constantly. This makes for cool eeiriness when you get in after 10pm and barely anyone is around. It makes for good background when everybody is hustly bustly. It makes for general awesomeness in the bathroom and you have to poop and stage fright hits.

Honorable mention: Detroit’s Northwest Concourse. No suckage. It’s new, it’s clean, it’s not annoying. The tunnel to get there is covered in a light show with corny synthesizer music, and the terminal has a water fountain display like the one in the Carnegie Science Center. If only I didn’t have to take Northwest to use that terminal only to get canceled connecting flights requiring nights in Detroit hotels with noisy sexin’ neighbors… I might actually like that half of the airport. The other half smells like an old high school and looks like one, too.

7. FOOD IS AVAILABLE AND IN ALL PLACES. And not in a three places to choose from way. There are the standard Sbarros, McDonalds, and Mexican place of the week — most recently Qdoba has popped in, maybe this one will stick — but there is also a couple sandwich and health nut places bigger than a kiosk. There’s a Ben and Jerry’s. Nomnoms. There are several news shops with snacks, beverages, and gum as well. There isn’t a main cafeteria section, but there are places to sit to eat. Bars and restaurants are still around.

8. THE SEATING ISN’T A POOPFEST. The chairs are wide and there is padding. It isn’t the best, but it most certainly isn’t the worst. Atlanta, I’m looking at you. Atlanta and Pittsburgh do have a similarity though. Soooo many seats. So many. If people are sitting on the floor, it’s because they want to. There are enough seats.

In summation: ilu Pittsburgh International.

Thursday I got the pleasure of connecting in Midway airport. No biggie as I didn’t have to go through security again (ahem. fuck you ohare). While hanging out in my terminal i got the burning desire to eat. No really, my throat burns if I don’t have food for too long. The selection was slim pickins, but I had the good fortune of eating at

~Oak Street Beach Cafe~

Holy shit french fries. The fries were made right then and there, and the burger was on a Kaiser roll. The burger itself sort of blew, but everything else rocked. The extra mile? THE RIGHT CONDIMENTS:

Sorry for the lack of updates, I’ve been away from the internet a few days.