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Adventures in Airports: Part 1 – Minneapolis to Chicago

Apparently Air Tran no longer operates out of the main terminal here. I didn’t know that, though, so I parked over there and then had to wind my way through the terminal, take a tram ride, take a light-rail ride, cross an entire parking structure, go up to the ticketing floor in the new terminal, and go back down to the terminal level. This took me 40 minutes. At this point I’m thanking my lucky stars that I was born with a personality type that likes to leave extra time for things. If I were either of my brothers or my dad I would have missed my flight by now.

Oh, and just in case you wanted to know, the sever weather shelters here are in the women’s bathroom. Now I’m praying for no sever weather.

I’m also wishing that this airport didn’t make me pay for wireless access. All my posts will have to be put up later.

Other random wishes: I wish I had an iPod or other MP3 player, I wish I didn’t have more reading to do for Immersion so I could sink my teeth into the brainless thriller I brought along (The Bourn Supremacy… Bwa-ha-ha-ha).

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Heaven help me

I’m sitting at the gate for my flight to Boston (there’s a whole story in how I got here, but more on that later). And I’m terrified to find out who my seat neighbor is going to be.

Here’s the thing. There’s a girl here who has no mental sensors AT ALL. She’s talking to a poor guy she’s cornered, and she won’t shut up. She’s told the room at large her full name (middle name included), her birth date (she’s turning 29 next month, just so you know), where she lives, her favorite color, her roommates’ names, her parents’ names, … well, you get the idea. She’s also never been to Disney Land (that was apropos of nothing, by the way, because that’s not where she’s going today). Oh, and here’s a tidbit you didn’t need to know. Her father teases her by telling her she’s not his child. “But I know better,” she says, “It takes two to make a baby.” Oookayyyy…

Now she’s wondering if it rains on planes, since they’re so high up off the ground. She’s already chastised her friend for taking a picture of her, saying, “How much is it going to cost me to develop those pictures!?!”

[Update: She ended up sitting a glorious 21 rows away from me! Believe me, I’m grateful.]

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Learning Already

I’ve already learned one thing from Immersion, and I don’t even leave for Boston until tomorrow. I’ve learned that I need an assistant. I need someone to make my travel plans for me, and then actually travel with me and take care of things like schedules and directions, keep track of phone numbers and other contact information, and generally keep me going in the right direction at all times. Anyone up for the job? There’s no salary, but you’d get a lot of appreciation. And what’s a salary, anyway, compared to endless gratitude and the satisfaction you get from helping other people? Think about it.

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So Culturally Illiterate

Ok, so it’s that time of the year again: time to come up with the information we put on the backs of our trading cards. This time of the year is fun, exciting, and MORTIFYING. Suddenly all the years I didn’t spend reading comic books rise up to whip me in the face. How should I know what characteristics go on the backs of these things?

So far I’ve come up with my Arch-Nemesis: Bad Puns. (Or should those be my vulnerability?) But I’d like something else cool and witty on there to make me seem hip and down with these millennials (though I suspect using “hip” and “down” would probably alert any college freshman to my un-hip-ness and my un-down-ness).

My other co-workers have already come up with things like “secret hideouts” and “sidekicks” and “catch phrases.” And then there’s me. I don’t really want a vehicle, and I’m not in need of a weapon (after all I have super powers, remember). Help me out here. What other characteristics do anime/super-hero types have?

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