Ok, so;

Note to terrorists: Don't fly one-way. They'll search your checked bags immediately and your carry-on stuff twice.

Second note to terrorists: If I'm not monetarily benefitting from your actions, I hope you're caught, jailed, and raped continuously for (at least) a decade for putting me through the previously mentioned inconvenience. Damn fools didn't even realize that even if my Coca-Cola bottle didn't contain poison or acid or something("Take a sip, please."), it certainly could've been full of enough gin to make a molotov cocktail out of. Morons.

Note to travellers: Flying is not 'safe' and never will be. Accept it. When you board a plane, you must accept the possibility that you will die in transit. If you don't, you're delusional and you should be killed. Also, driving isn't safe, either. When you enter your car, accept the possibility that you might die in it very painfully. The statistic about driving being more deadly than flying is actually true. Write up your will and fucking deal already.

Note to Congress: Fuck you all, you thieving motherfuckers.

Note to voters and non-voters: Fuck you all, for letting those thieving motherfuckers hijack our civil rights. You know who you are and I'll be sure to beat the shit out of you when we're all rounded up and put into camps.

The flight: Nice enough. Couple hot chicks.

The book: Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land." Finished it just the other day. I hadn't realized how thoroughly this thing has imbedded itself into people's brains. I mean, it has some amusing bits and a few decent phrases to quote for fun (none of them involving the word 'grok'), but at the end, it's just a goofy little story. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but clearly not in the rabid way nearly everyone else I know has.
Perhaps it's just no longer the coolest kid on the shelf now that (nigh?) forty years have passed or perhaps I'm just a jaded philistine with no appreciation of the classics, modern or genuine. Maybe I'll change my tune if any of this CoAW lingo can get me laid.

Seattle:

"Hey, did you guys know they had Starbucks up here?"
-me, walking through SeaTac airport

Some days, I'm pretty fuckin' funny. More so if you happened to be sleep deprived.

Anyway, didn't see *much*, but did see a bit. Caught the Space Needle (which we believe to be shorter than the Straosphere hotel in Vegas), but didn't go in it, rode the monorail to downtown and waltzed about in the early evening and saw, like, 2 Starbucks on every block. It was frightening. Regardless, got to hang with the friends, eat turkey, drink *heavily*, and even managed to instill a bit of desire with my tall, dark and handsome self. Definitely time well spent, if not cash well spent. The only downside was that I somehow lost my hooded O'Neil sweatshirt somewhere. Oh, also, the "we're-not-actually-in-the-fucking-city" karaoke is horrible. Who the FUCK let rednecks migrate this far north? I'm certain that more metropolitan establishment would have been more to my liking.

The drive back: Agonizing, even for someone who didn't drive a single mile of it. I hope never to repeat the experiment in anything but a leisurely, "hey-whatever-the-fuck" fashion.

Hm. I think that covers it.