RYE-DURS

The Riders are on a losing streak. I need to yell at my TV more so they can play better! But I have no roughrider TV. My satellite dish has thus far been a horrible failure:

no TV, so no place to watch

no direct view from my house to satelite target, so nowhere to put the damn dish
This chicken & egg problem has gone on long enough and I vow to bring TV to the me!

WAR OF THE WORLDS
EXPLOSIONS:	☆☆☆☆
INCIDENTAL NUDITY:
DINOSAURS:	☆☆
TIME TRAVEL:	☆
all ratings out of 4 stars

In other news:

trash mirror is cool

job is keeping me busy, but we got to play volleyball yesterday afternoon

Glazed Lists stupid idea, fucking language converter project is keeping me busy

by popular demand, Mills finally takes a fucking bath

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Danger is go!

Dyana, Leanne & Doris are coming! Oh boy. They're going to be pissed when they discover my apartment isn't yet ready for visitors:

I have no TV

I have no furniture. No table, no chair.

I have no pots.

I have no windex

I have no food, aside from condiments & frozen fish sticks

Oh and did I mention that I went to Australia?

Sanitarium Kornies

Sunday was timezone adaptation day, where Mark & I attempted to recover from the 6-hour time change and the general lack of sleep on the flight.

Firstly, we hiked up this grassy volcano called Mount Eden and ran around like goofy children, which was lots of fun. This city is full of lava-ejaculating volcanos which makes for great scenery. It's a bit more dangerous than Saskatchewan, however.

Secondly, we went grocery shopping. Lots of good foods like kiwi juice and tim tams! New Zedland's corn flakes are named after their birthplace - they're grrreat!

Thirty minutes

Taxi guy picked me up at my apartment at 1:30. Plenty of time to get to the airport for my three-thirtyish flight. I was curious about how to get to PDX - cab the whole way, or cab to the train station and take the MAX directly to the airport. The cabbie convinced me it was probably almost as fast to take the MAX, and I'd save $37 in fares.

The MAX was adequately futuristic and fun. I made friends with some Nike guy and another guy who carried bags around for Southwest Air. Eventually I made it to the airport - at about 2:50 - with time to spare.

By the time I found the United Airlines check in counter, my pocket watch read 2:58. I checked my ticket: three-thirtyish was actually 3:18, and this made me a bit nervous. I asked an idle United Air employee - and she told me I was SHIT OUTA LUCK! The lobby is 'closed' a half-hour before take off. No boarding pass for me.

I paid $100 to change my ticket to a flight that left 2 hours later, leaving me only 45 minutes at LAX to exit the plane, change terminals, check in, and mount Qantas Flight 26. The lady who sold me this ticket was careful to explain that making the connection was at-my-own-risk and if the flight was late or something, I would again be SHIT OUTA LUCK!

Two hours in PDX passed slowly as anxiety dominated my pulse. Eventually my flight boarded and I had another two hours of anxiety at 24,000 feet.

Touchdown in L.A.:

run down portable-hallway thing that connects terminal 2 to airplane

run down terminal 2 to exit 'secured area'

run to street

run around frantically, looking for taxi

get in taxi, "take me to the Qantas terminal!"

taxi driver kicks me out, it's over there!

run to terminal 1

run around frantically looking for Qantas counter

find Qantas counter, explain situation to rep

rep speeds me through check-in, points me at security

run to security

go through security

run down to end of terminal 1

find Mark waiting smiling, and relieved

The flight was uneventful and fun. I made it! Saving $37 ended up costing a $100 and a shitload of anxiety for both myself and Mark.