Thirty-thousand and two feet

Today got off on a good foot. Picking up my e-ticket this morning, I found that I was upgraded to first class..woo hoo! Flying for 6 hours, that's quite a blessing. First leg, perfect..first row, leg room...first one on, first one off. Second leg, 4 hours worth, started the same way. I was the first one on the plane, first row...sweet! So far, so good. I got my book out, The Bourne Supremecy, and started to read as the 757 loaded when what seemed like 200 passengers later, an older Jimmy Buffet- looking guy gets in the seat beside me. No problem, the guy seems friendly, offering me the USAToday sports page.

A few minutes later, with people still boarding, I get a whiff of some serious body odor. I'm talking major league funk. The kind that makes you pull your head back on instinct like you are pulling your nose out of one of those green cloud streams that comes out of PePe LePew's ass. Pulling myself together, I slowly look to the line of people going by. Hmm, nothing suspicious, no homeless looking people or shameless Europeans (sorry, but some of you have some stank).

Then I notice, ol' Jimmy Buffet has taken his shoes off. Good God this geezer has some deadly dogs barking. How can he not know? I was scared to even look at them. I thought they might have open wounds or something.

I guess after a while your senses adjust, because I thought the smell had subsided. However, when I went to the restroom and came back, the stentch was as strong as ever. Oh well...

elimiDATE

This show cracks me up. It is funny how when it is a competition girls really let themselves go all out. I'm sure the show looks for girls with the "right" kind of attitude, but I think there is some truth there. It's amazing how girls start reliquishing the power of the situation when there is some competition.

Oh yeah...stumbled upon this blog...interesting reading http://hailthygoddess.blogspot.com.

Skillfull writing...avoid reading at work if there is the possibility that you may have to stand up quickly.

Bloggerpaloosa

Man, this stuff is addictive. I bounce from blog to blog looking for something interesting, and an hour goes by. I'm seeing more into why people do this. Originally I thought it was more about being heard, but I think now it is more about releasing. More people use it as a diary than I expected. I guess I thought more people used it as kind of a daily column about their own issues, and some do. Blah, gotta go to work...

Willy Wonka

They've made a remake of Willy Wonka? Why? That's like rewriting To Kill a Mockingbird. Why would you even want to try? You can't have your first kiss twice. A joke is really only funny once. You can only try something once...every other time is a repeat. You get the picture...oh wait, that's another one.

Sheep Herder

So who are these people that think their time is so much more important than everyone elses that they refuse to merge in traffic? I mean, there are signs indicating that there are two lanes merging into one in plenty of advance. But no, these incredibly important people don't have time for this. So, they zoom down the open lane to the very last place to merge and force their way in. Who are these jackasses?

What infuriates you more...the wolf that flies by the sheep and forces his way into the line, thus causing the considerate sheep wait even longer, or the sheep that are so meek that they let the WolfAss in? I really don't know which makes me madder. So I get in line with the sheep, and often ease over into the open lane to block the wolves. How satisfying that is to see the displeasure on their faces.

Of course, there is that ever-so-infrequent occasion when I need to bypass the sheep. I mean, I protect them 364 days a year, but there is that one time I need to get home to see my son's game, or pick up the dog before the vet closes...or whatever. And on that special day, I happily thank that old farmer that is in no hurry and lets me merge at the last moment. I wonder how many days I've blindly cursed this same person for letting the wolves in?

Amazed

Blogger? Where did that name come from? It sounds like Helen Keller the Lumberjack. So this is the new thing, huh? People spew their ideas on the web just knowing that someone will discover their brilliance? Someone will surely stumble upon their unbelieveable wisdom and find it so amusing that they will tell their friends, and their friends, and on and on... Then the New Yorker is going to call for a contract?

I'm amazed that so many people want so much to be heard that the internet is overflushed with this stuff. *sigh* But here I am, doing the very same thing. Why? You know, I really don't know. I've reread the first paragraph already. Is that me? It must be because I'm writing this, right? It's like looking in a mirror at a mirror or something.

Or, is it that people just have nobody to listen to them? I forgot where, but I think there was a movie or tv show that said something like, "people get married so that someone will listen to them...someone to validate their existance." Maybe this is mini-version of that? I dunno, but again I'm trying to understand why I'm doing this as well.

Is it theraputic? Like thinking out loud? Is it like having a conversation in the car when you are alone? Is it a way to listen to yourself for some self-analysis? Hmm, I like the sound of that. I think I'll go with that one for now. I'm working on my inner-self by reading my own writing. I'm so impressed with myself.