I've been playing with this gizmo on whereivebeen.com.
I've only included places that I have memories of having been, so the cities and countries my folks visited when I was an infant are right out. Places I know I've driven through but never gotten out of the car (or airport) also don't count, unless we're talking about driving across a big chunk of a really big place, such as entire US state. Though I don't think I've driven through any US state without at least getting out to buy gasoline or stretch my legs. If I can remember a place, but was too young to remember quite where it was, I've been asking the relevant folks who were adults at the time for the details and adding them.
It's still in beta. There are some features it looks like they'll be adding eventually that would make it quite a bit niftier. Adding missing cities like Tahiti and Moorea would be a bonus. I'd like to see them enable marking cities with "I've lived here" and "I want to go here" along with the default "I've been here." Adding notes to my "pins" would be great. And most of all, I want to be able to mark well known natural wonders, like Bald Rock in NSW, and Mono Lake in California.
On my view the map is full of virtual "pins" on cities the cities I've listed, though this version on my blog seems to only show the names of said cities. I guess that's their way of getting people to log in to see your map as a friend.
Blue means "I've been there".
Red means "I've lived there".
Green means "I want to go there".
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Monday, August 4, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
teh mad suxxor
I was scheduled to fly to Boston in two days to attend the Jumpcon convention. I have been looking forward to it for months, especially because I'd paid extra to have a ticket to be seated at Peter Woodward's dinner table (as one of 12 guests). And on my birthday no-less.
I just got an email from Jumpcon announcing they were issuing refunds due to the cancellation of the event. They posted to their website yesterday to notify attendees that it had been canceled (3 days before the event was supposed to take place) and sent out the email notices today.
I'm angry and seriously disappointed. And now I've learned that this isn't the first event they've had to cancel.
I've been told that if I can produce receipts for my airline tickets they will refund what I spent on them. Same goes for my room at the hotel (which I booked directly through Jumpcon so no receipts should be needed.) So now I have some phone calls to make, and some paperwork to come up with in order to get my refunds.
Their messages on the website today read as follows:
I just got an email from Jumpcon announcing they were issuing refunds due to the cancellation of the event. They posted to their website yesterday to notify attendees that it had been canceled (3 days before the event was supposed to take place) and sent out the email notices today.
I'm angry and seriously disappointed. And now I've learned that this isn't the first event they've had to cancel.
I've been told that if I can produce receipts for my airline tickets they will refund what I spent on them. Same goes for my room at the hotel (which I booked directly through Jumpcon so no receipts should be needed.) So now I have some phone calls to make, and some paperwork to come up with in order to get my refunds.
Their messages on the website today read as follows:
Message from Shane Concerning JumpCon Boston
Submitted by admin on Tue, 07/15/2008 - 13:36
* Boston
Announcement to fans coming to JumpCon Boston:
I regret to announce the cancellation of our Boston event. Many factors that needed to come together
to make it happen simply did not. We tried everything humanly possible and
were unable to overcome the insurmountable obstacles. This is not to say
that I don't take the blame myself, I do. I wanted to see this succeed so
badly that I was blinded to some warning signs that should have been
obvious. If I have learned anything through this process it's that running a...
(Read the rest at their site)
A Message from Fernando Martinez
Submitted by admin on Tue, 07/15/2008 - 13:47
* Boston
To all fandom:
Please be advised that despite all my efforts to try to salvage Jumpcon, as of today - I see absolutely no chance of this event happening.
When I was hired by Jumpcon, I was assured that the Boston event would happen and that the funding was all arranged. I spent countless days and hours negotiating new appearance contracts with the stars and their agents to try to save the event, only to find that Jumpcon was unable to fulfill it's financial obligations to the stars after all.
I regret that the stars were financially harmed by not being paid their appearance fees or cancellation fees.
I regret that the stars representatives, who were so nice and gracious, were not paid for their time and ended up looking bad to their clients. And I especially regret that the fans were harmed financially and (although not intentionally) were betrayed when they placed their trust in Jumpcon. I have been promised by Shane at Jumpcon that he would return every penny to the fans, I hope that is one promise he can keep. (Read the rest on their site.)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Return of the Mummy
Leg up and wrapped from foot to thigh to bring down the swelling from being up and around at work yesterday. Three inches of swelling around my knee and thigh goes beyond uncomfortable and crosses into painful as it puts pressure on my knee and makes it hurt to walk.
I brought it down a bunch overnight, then if the wrapping works it gets looser as the swelling goes down. So I have to rewrap to get more reduction since the bandages used for wrapping a lymphedema affected limb have very little stretch. So it's rewrapped now and elevated again.
The good news is my new compression stocking has arrived now so today, if I can get the swelling back down, I can wear that to work to prevent a repeat of yesterday's puffage. It's a higher level of compression than my previous stocking was, and it's full length, so I'm optimistic about having more freedom to get up and move.
I am due to get on a plane in 3 days, and flying aggravates my lymphedema, so I have to get the swelling down before hand. I'll be planning on sleeping in the bandages so any swelling that sneaks through my compression stocking can be brought back under control. That said, I'm hoping dearly that the stocking will do it's job and keep the swelling at bay.
I brought it down a bunch overnight, then if the wrapping works it gets looser as the swelling goes down. So I have to rewrap to get more reduction since the bandages used for wrapping a lymphedema affected limb have very little stretch. So it's rewrapped now and elevated again.
The good news is my new compression stocking has arrived now so today, if I can get the swelling back down, I can wear that to work to prevent a repeat of yesterday's puffage. It's a higher level of compression than my previous stocking was, and it's full length, so I'm optimistic about having more freedom to get up and move.
I am due to get on a plane in 3 days, and flying aggravates my lymphedema, so I have to get the swelling down before hand. I'll be planning on sleeping in the bandages so any swelling that sneaks through my compression stocking can be brought back under control. That said, I'm hoping dearly that the stocking will do it's job and keep the swelling at bay.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Worldwide happy dance
Please, World. Can we have more of this?
The video is Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) by Matt Harding (sponsored by Stride gum.) For more info on Harding, try the article about him on Wikipedia if his own site wherethehellismatt.com is bogged down by traffic and won't load.
Click the video once to play. If you click it again it will take you to youtube where you can watch it in high quality (there's a "watch in high quality" link at the video's bottom right.) Or just click here and go to its page on youtube right away and click that same "high quality" link. But do make sure to watch it in high quality if at all possible.
Thanks go out to Bill Adams for bringing this video to my attention. He's a hoopy frood over at flickr who's photos I frequent for doses of beauty and fun.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Grizzer
I'm back from my roadtrip with my mom up to Northern Minnesota. Mom drove, and we kept the exercise to a moderate amount to balance heatlhy moving around and seeing sights with avoiding triggering my fatigue/lymphedema more than necessary. We had a wonderful and relaxing weekend. It rained on the drive up, but the weather was sunny and mild for the rest of our visit.
Critter count for the trip:
Deer: 4 live, 2 dead, and a foreleg on it's own being gnawed on by wolf pups. Also one fox, tons of ravens, red and gray squirrels, chipmunks, a loon, assorted squished small mammals by the roadside, a coop full of chickens, and the wolves at the International Wolf Center in Ely, MN.
We stayed at the Cove Point Lodge in Beaver Bay, located right on Lake Superior. We had dinner there both nights and spent some quiet time moseying up and down their path along the water. We also visited the Two Harbors Lighthouse and the Splitrock Lighthouse, both of which were lovely. The Splitrock Lighthouse is especially beautiful, and has been restored - along with its keeper's house - so you can go inside and see what they'd've been like back in their operating days. (Photos of both will be posted eventually.)
Even though we took it easy I've spent the last two days at home bone-tired, groggy and achy. But I'm very glad we took the trip. The wolves alone were worth it, and gettting to see them with my mom, who hadn't had a chance to visit MN since my surgery, was a rare treat.
Critter count for the trip:
Deer: 4 live, 2 dead, and a foreleg on it's own being gnawed on by wolf pups. Also one fox, tons of ravens, red and gray squirrels, chipmunks, a loon, assorted squished small mammals by the roadside, a coop full of chickens, and the wolves at the International Wolf Center in Ely, MN.
We stayed at the Cove Point Lodge in Beaver Bay, located right on Lake Superior. We had dinner there both nights and spent some quiet time moseying up and down their path along the water. We also visited the Two Harbors Lighthouse and the Splitrock Lighthouse, both of which were lovely. The Splitrock Lighthouse is especially beautiful, and has been restored - along with its keeper's house - so you can go inside and see what they'd've been like back in their operating days. (Photos of both will be posted eventually.)
Even though we took it easy I've spent the last two days at home bone-tired, groggy and achy. But I'm very glad we took the trip. The wolves alone were worth it, and gettting to see them with my mom, who hadn't had a chance to visit MN since my surgery, was a rare treat.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Back from NC
I'm back from North Carolina, and back at work.
My cousin and his lovely bride survived the three-ring-circus that wedding planning so often becomes, and the ceremony itself was beautiful.
I got a chance to meet up with some old friends of the family I hadn't seen since childhood, and got to finally meet a close friend of my cousin's about whom I'd heard many good things. I'm slowly sorting through all the photos I took, and will be posting them to flickr in small batches.
The cake, by the way, was truly the yummiest cake I've ever had at a wedding, and was made by the groom himself.
I caught a sinus cold while I was there, but fortunately it didn't hit until after the wedding.
Ever since my surgery last year, I'm prone to nightmares when I'm under stress. There was an event during my trip--unrelated to the wedding itself, thank goodness--that really shook me up, and that's all I'm going to say about it here, except that now I'm having nightmares again.
Last night's dream was an epic-length affair about being hunted through Southern California chaparral and steep, dry hills, occasionally broken up by various suburban settings. In the dream I was captured by, escaped from, and then spent the rest of the dream fleeing from a group of terrorists, who had apparently hired David Carradine (à la his Kill Bill period) as their hit man. I woke up several times, but dropped right back into the dream where it left off each time. There was someone with me who had also escaped, and we were helping each other avoid recapture.
I usually associate David Carradine with the Kung Fu TV series, having grown up watching and re-watching it in re-runs, and Kwai Chang Caine is as un-menacing a character as I can imagine. So when I woke I was a bit surprised by my sleeping brain's choice of casting Carradine as my pursuer. I was able to see Carradine's face, incidentally. Third time in as many weeks that I've seen someone's face in my dreams, so I think faces are going to become a semi-regular feature.
At any rate, I'm going to do my best to get my sleep patterns back under control before the nightmares snowball again.
Lunch break is over. Time to get back to work.
My cousin and his lovely bride survived the three-ring-circus that wedding planning so often becomes, and the ceremony itself was beautiful.
I got a chance to meet up with some old friends of the family I hadn't seen since childhood, and got to finally meet a close friend of my cousin's about whom I'd heard many good things. I'm slowly sorting through all the photos I took, and will be posting them to flickr in small batches.
The cake, by the way, was truly the yummiest cake I've ever had at a wedding, and was made by the groom himself.
I caught a sinus cold while I was there, but fortunately it didn't hit until after the wedding.
Ever since my surgery last year, I'm prone to nightmares when I'm under stress. There was an event during my trip--unrelated to the wedding itself, thank goodness--that really shook me up, and that's all I'm going to say about it here, except that now I'm having nightmares again.
Last night's dream was an epic-length affair about being hunted through Southern California chaparral and steep, dry hills, occasionally broken up by various suburban settings. In the dream I was captured by, escaped from, and then spent the rest of the dream fleeing from a group of terrorists, who had apparently hired David Carradine (à la his Kill Bill period) as their hit man. I woke up several times, but dropped right back into the dream where it left off each time. There was someone with me who had also escaped, and we were helping each other avoid recapture.
I usually associate David Carradine with the Kung Fu TV series, having grown up watching and re-watching it in re-runs, and Kwai Chang Caine is as un-menacing a character as I can imagine. So when I woke I was a bit surprised by my sleeping brain's choice of casting Carradine as my pursuer. I was able to see Carradine's face, incidentally. Third time in as many weeks that I've seen someone's face in my dreams, so I think faces are going to become a semi-regular feature.
At any rate, I'm going to do my best to get my sleep patterns back under control before the nightmares snowball again.
Lunch break is over. Time to get back to work.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Home again
My Mister has been off carousing and visiting family in Las Vegas for several days, and he's coming home tonight.
The cats, the rats and I have all missed him, so we'll all be very glad to have him home again. Not sure he's going to be thrilled with coming home to wind chill values between -13 and -23°F after the mild weather in Vegas. It was relatively warm here (in the high 20's F) when he left. But that's what you get when you live in Minnesota.
I understand he got to meet some poker pros, like "The Professor" Howard Lederer, and has become good buddies with the family dog at my sister-in-law's house. Good thing he didn't drive there or he'd likely come home with the pupper. He sent this photo of her, taken with his cameraphone.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Holiday in Virginia
Catching up.
A lot has happened since my last post. The Mister and I flew out to Virginia to visit my family out there over Christmas. We had a lovely time, and among others we got to visit with Niece C, Nephew P and my 90 year old grandmother.
Grandma is amazing. She may be more frail, and move more slowly than she did years ago, but she's still sharp and beautiful, and still has her sense of humor.
The fingerless gloves I knitted for her fit, wonder of wonders. My hands are so very much bigger than hers, and I didn't have anyone around who wears her size to try them on. They are wool, cashmere and silk, so they should breathe well and be warm and comfy against her skin. If I could wear wool I'd make myself a pair of them from the same yarn in a heartbeat. I'm just glad I can knit with it, even if I can't wear it.
My step-brother-in-law is Italian, and his family joined us for a sumptuous multi-course Christmas dinner, complete with a cheese plate, oysters Rockefeller casserole (which I forgot to take photos of... Doh!), ham, home fried potatoes, lasagna, and almost too many kinds of desserts to count. My step-sister made an amazing orange and cranberry sauce to go with the ham. I think I ate more of the cranberry sauce than the ham.
My step-brother was there for the weekend, too. I haven't seen him in ages. We've never been close, but it was good to see him, and he seemed to be doing well.
My Honey and I bought each other new Crocs. The kind with the fuzzy lining in them. That came in immensely helpful, because my foot started to swell up the day we were to fly out. It had been doing a little swelling for maybe two months before, but not like this. My foot was swelling too much to wear regular shoes, but Crocs are so loose and comfy I could still wear them even with warm, thick socks. So we opened the crocs as soon as we arrived so we could enjoy our comfy feet during the visit.
We flew out just in time, I'm told, because there were white out conditions the following day that would have made flying out much more difficult. They had chilly days at home, and snow, while we enjoyed temperatures as high as the 50's and 60's F, and a little rain. The locals in Virginia were quick to mention that it was getting cold at night (down in the 20's to 30's F) but it was still warmer than what we've been seeing the last few weeks in Minnesota.
While we were visiting we discovered a lovely local pear port, made by the Horton winery. It was tasty enough to buy some to bring home, which now-a-days means finding a way to keep it from being smashed in your checked-through luggage. Wasn't such a big deal back when you could still carry a bottle of wine in your carry-on luggage. But it made it home without incident.
My Mister and I don't celebrate Christmas left to our own devices (though we do observe the winter solstice and Pastafarian season of Holiday). But Christmas is a very big deal for the rest of the family, and we enjoy being able to share it with them. Our extended family is so spread out that we don't get to see more than a few of them at a time each year. But we try to at least make sure we call on the phone to touch bases. And this year a number of my family members have added Pastafarian Holiday to their winter celebrations, so there was an added level of cheer all around.
Ack, which reminds me that I still haven't mailed out my holiday cards. Good thing they are "season's greetings" cards (to cover the variety of holidays celebrated by my friends this time of year). Note to self: get that taken care of this weekend.
Any way, be brought games for all the adults in the house. We played several games of Settlers of Catan, and a card game called Fluxx. Dad hooked the laptop up to his TV and I showed the kids what the winter holiday in Azeroth (World of Warcraft) looks like. Niece C especially liked watching that, and perched next to me as I made the run through some of the seasonal quests. My Honey also demonstrated the PC game Portal for me and Dad. I couldn't enjoy trying to play a game with so many mind bending changes of perspective, but watching the Mister play it was a whole lot of fun.
Dad and Grandma took me to a wonderful little yarn store near (in?) Middleburg, VA, and let me pick out some yummy yarns. I picked all things I can actually wear. Recycled sari silk, bamboo, and soy silk. Grandma really liked a Möbius cowl that was on display, knitted of very fine mohair and sprinkled with delicate beads. After looking it over for a bit I offered to make one for her, so I got the yarn for that as well. I've never knitted with anything so delicate before, but I am really looking forward to this project. Just need to go out and get some beads and a beading needle to get started.
It was a plush toy Christmas for me. I fell in love with a stuffed toy manatee (I named him Hugh) while shopping for the niece and neffling, and my Honey bought it for me. And I was also given a plush turkey vulture, along with other lovely presents. Niece C and Nephew P drew us some very detailed pictures, too, which was delightful.
Most of the adults went out after Christmas dinner to see the Tim Burton movie Sweeny Todd (based on the Stephen Sondheim stage musical). Not a jolly, happy holiday film, but then we're not a "normal" family. I'd watch a recital of the phone directory if it was directed by Tim Burton. And I particularly enjoy Johnny Depp and Alan Rickman and my Mister especially likes nearly anything with Helena Bonham Carter in it. So we were all for my step-sister's plan to make that our post-dinner outing. The film was dark and disturbing, funny and touching, and the sets, costumes and visual effects were lavishly macabre. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
A lot has happened since my last post. The Mister and I flew out to Virginia to visit my family out there over Christmas. We had a lovely time, and among others we got to visit with Niece C, Nephew P and my 90 year old grandmother.
Grandma is amazing. She may be more frail, and move more slowly than she did years ago, but she's still sharp and beautiful, and still has her sense of humor.
The fingerless gloves I knitted for her fit, wonder of wonders. My hands are so very much bigger than hers, and I didn't have anyone around who wears her size to try them on. They are wool, cashmere and silk, so they should breathe well and be warm and comfy against her skin. If I could wear wool I'd make myself a pair of them from the same yarn in a heartbeat. I'm just glad I can knit with it, even if I can't wear it.
My step-brother-in-law is Italian, and his family joined us for a sumptuous multi-course Christmas dinner, complete with a cheese plate, oysters Rockefeller casserole (which I forgot to take photos of... Doh!), ham, home fried potatoes, lasagna, and almost too many kinds of desserts to count. My step-sister made an amazing orange and cranberry sauce to go with the ham. I think I ate more of the cranberry sauce than the ham.
My step-brother was there for the weekend, too. I haven't seen him in ages. We've never been close, but it was good to see him, and he seemed to be doing well.
My Honey and I bought each other new Crocs. The kind with the fuzzy lining in them. That came in immensely helpful, because my foot started to swell up the day we were to fly out. It had been doing a little swelling for maybe two months before, but not like this. My foot was swelling too much to wear regular shoes, but Crocs are so loose and comfy I could still wear them even with warm, thick socks. So we opened the crocs as soon as we arrived so we could enjoy our comfy feet during the visit.
We flew out just in time, I'm told, because there were white out conditions the following day that would have made flying out much more difficult. They had chilly days at home, and snow, while we enjoyed temperatures as high as the 50's and 60's F, and a little rain. The locals in Virginia were quick to mention that it was getting cold at night (down in the 20's to 30's F) but it was still warmer than what we've been seeing the last few weeks in Minnesota.
While we were visiting we discovered a lovely local pear port, made by the Horton winery. It was tasty enough to buy some to bring home, which now-a-days means finding a way to keep it from being smashed in your checked-through luggage. Wasn't such a big deal back when you could still carry a bottle of wine in your carry-on luggage. But it made it home without incident.
My Mister and I don't celebrate Christmas left to our own devices (though we do observe the winter solstice and Pastafarian season of Holiday). But Christmas is a very big deal for the rest of the family, and we enjoy being able to share it with them. Our extended family is so spread out that we don't get to see more than a few of them at a time each year. But we try to at least make sure we call on the phone to touch bases. And this year a number of my family members have added Pastafarian Holiday to their winter celebrations, so there was an added level of cheer all around.
Ack, which reminds me that I still haven't mailed out my holiday cards. Good thing they are "season's greetings" cards (to cover the variety of holidays celebrated by my friends this time of year). Note to self: get that taken care of this weekend.
Any way, be brought games for all the adults in the house. We played several games of Settlers of Catan, and a card game called Fluxx. Dad hooked the laptop up to his TV and I showed the kids what the winter holiday in Azeroth (World of Warcraft) looks like. Niece C especially liked watching that, and perched next to me as I made the run through some of the seasonal quests. My Honey also demonstrated the PC game Portal for me and Dad. I couldn't enjoy trying to play a game with so many mind bending changes of perspective, but watching the Mister play it was a whole lot of fun.
Dad and Grandma took me to a wonderful little yarn store near (in?) Middleburg, VA, and let me pick out some yummy yarns. I picked all things I can actually wear. Recycled sari silk, bamboo, and soy silk. Grandma really liked a Möbius cowl that was on display, knitted of very fine mohair and sprinkled with delicate beads. After looking it over for a bit I offered to make one for her, so I got the yarn for that as well. I've never knitted with anything so delicate before, but I am really looking forward to this project. Just need to go out and get some beads and a beading needle to get started.
It was a plush toy Christmas for me. I fell in love with a stuffed toy manatee (I named him Hugh) while shopping for the niece and neffling, and my Honey bought it for me. And I was also given a plush turkey vulture, along with other lovely presents. Niece C and Nephew P drew us some very detailed pictures, too, which was delightful.
Most of the adults went out after Christmas dinner to see the Tim Burton movie Sweeny Todd (based on the Stephen Sondheim stage musical). Not a jolly, happy holiday film, but then we're not a "normal" family. I'd watch a recital of the phone directory if it was directed by Tim Burton. And I particularly enjoy Johnny Depp and Alan Rickman and my Mister especially likes nearly anything with Helena Bonham Carter in it. So we were all for my step-sister's plan to make that our post-dinner outing. The film was dark and disturbing, funny and touching, and the sets, costumes and visual effects were lavishly macabre. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Packing to travel
Logging off shortly to finish packing to travel to visit my family in Virginia. I'm really excited about this trip. Last year I was at home during the winter solstice, looking cancer in the eye and facing my second surgery. This year as the year wheel turns around again, I am cancer free. I may have lingering issues since the surgery, but none of them are cancer. None of them are life threatening.
Got a new playlist on my iPod for the trip:
Got a new playlist on my iPod for the trip:
- Morrowind Title - Bethesda Softworks
- Under a Phrygian Sky - Loreena McKennitt
- Sing Along - Blue Man Group/Chris Matthews
- I Love You Goodbye - Thomas Dolby
- My Medea - Vienna Teng
- Mirror to My Woman's Eyes - Peter Murphy
- White Out Conditions - Bel Canto
- The Lunatics (Have Taken Over the Assylum) - Fun Boy Three
- Lindy's Party - The Bolshoi
- Hallelujah - k.d. Lang
- Dedication of Merit - Rev. Heng Sure
- Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
- Pictures of You- Oingo Boingo
- The Ship Song - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
- Bläck (Ink) - Garmarna
- Land of Confusion - Disturbed
- I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
- ASouling - Lothlorien
- Wanting Memories - Keali'i Reichel
- Clohinne Winds - Sharon Shannon
- White & Nerdy - Weird Al Yankovic
- The Promise - When in Rome
- The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkle
- Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
- Losing My Religion - R E M
- The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove - Dead Can Dance
- Green Valley Serenade - Vienna Teng
- Into the West - Annie Lennox/Howard Shore
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Home again
We got back from our North Carolina trip this afternoon to weather at home around 40°F (4°C) and windy, but bright and sunny.
There was a layover in Atlanta, GA, where we had breakfast and saw someone on a segue, apparently patrolling the corridors. Well, I spotted it, but my Honey missed it. He was disappointed because he's never seen a segue out "in the wild". Only on tv and the interweb.
On the plane out of Atlanta we found ourselves seated in front of a small boy (maybe 4?) named Miah his mom and a slightly older brother. Miah started off the flight by telling his brother-- in one of those child voices that can carry even over airplane engine noise-- a story about a talking penis. His mother stopped that story short, but not before its subject had been announced to everyone sitting within several rows in either direction. Miah fussed, yelled, cried, whined, sneezed, made random hooting noises, kicked my seat, and kept up a constant stream of high-volume 4-year old chatter for the whole 2+ hour flight. His mom tried to quiet him about once every 5 minutes, to little effect.
On the up-side, there was an in-flight movie. We didn't use the headphones, and missed the title, so we had to figure out the plot from whatever clues the visuals gave us. Looked like some kind of Thanksgiving special you might see produced by Hallmark.
Near as we could tell, there was a were-pigeon living on some blond woman's windowsill. Said pigeon was possibly also Blond's therapist in disguise. There seemed to be some fisherman guy in the Pacific North West who missed the Blond Lady, but she was in New York, and neither was willing to move to the other's city.
Someone managed to ruin a roasted turkey at Blond Lady's apartment by squirting it with a broken kitchen faucet, so they had to eat burgers for Thanksgiving. There was a mysterious woman in the burger restaurant who we suspect was the therapist/pigeon in human form.
There was another lady at a more traditional holiday dinner who didn't get any pumpkin pie. Her pielessness seemed to be the last straw, because she left the dinner table in a huff even though two folks offered to share their pie with her. We never managed to figure out what No-pie-for-me Lady was doing in Blond Lady's story.
Long story short, Blond Lady eventually put the were-pigeon in a shoe box and dropped it off in Central Park. The scene changed to show some new brunette lady showing up at Pacific North West Boyfriend's house. Her appearance seemed to perplex him. I think he was expecting Blond Lady. But maybe he was expecting the were-pigeon?
The movie ended there, without showing us where Blond Lady went, or why PNW Boyfriend wasn't happy to see Brunette Lady. We suspect that the were-pigeon hurried back from the park to Blond Lady's apartment and talked her out of a hair-brained scheme. But that's just a guess on our part. At any rate, the pigeon really should have had more screen time, but I guess it was meant to be a small but pivotal role.
Edited to fix some really lousy grammar. From now on maybe I'll just let it stay as a reminder to me to proofread?
There was a layover in Atlanta, GA, where we had breakfast and saw someone on a segue, apparently patrolling the corridors. Well, I spotted it, but my Honey missed it. He was disappointed because he's never seen a segue out "in the wild". Only on tv and the interweb.
On the plane out of Atlanta we found ourselves seated in front of a small boy (maybe 4?) named Miah his mom and a slightly older brother. Miah started off the flight by telling his brother-- in one of those child voices that can carry even over airplane engine noise-- a story about a talking penis. His mother stopped that story short, but not before its subject had been announced to everyone sitting within several rows in either direction. Miah fussed, yelled, cried, whined, sneezed, made random hooting noises, kicked my seat, and kept up a constant stream of high-volume 4-year old chatter for the whole 2+ hour flight. His mom tried to quiet him about once every 5 minutes, to little effect.
On the up-side, there was an in-flight movie. We didn't use the headphones, and missed the title, so we had to figure out the plot from whatever clues the visuals gave us. Looked like some kind of Thanksgiving special you might see produced by Hallmark.
Near as we could tell, there was a were-pigeon living on some blond woman's windowsill. Said pigeon was possibly also Blond's therapist in disguise. There seemed to be some fisherman guy in the Pacific North West who missed the Blond Lady, but she was in New York, and neither was willing to move to the other's city.
Someone managed to ruin a roasted turkey at Blond Lady's apartment by squirting it with a broken kitchen faucet, so they had to eat burgers for Thanksgiving. There was a mysterious woman in the burger restaurant who we suspect was the therapist/pigeon in human form.
There was another lady at a more traditional holiday dinner who didn't get any pumpkin pie. Her pielessness seemed to be the last straw, because she left the dinner table in a huff even though two folks offered to share their pie with her. We never managed to figure out what No-pie-for-me Lady was doing in Blond Lady's story.
Long story short, Blond Lady eventually put the were-pigeon in a shoe box and dropped it off in Central Park. The scene changed to show some new brunette lady showing up at Pacific North West Boyfriend's house. Her appearance seemed to perplex him. I think he was expecting Blond Lady. But maybe he was expecting the were-pigeon?
The movie ended there, without showing us where Blond Lady went, or why PNW Boyfriend wasn't happy to see Brunette Lady. We suspect that the were-pigeon hurried back from the park to Blond Lady's apartment and talked her out of a hair-brained scheme. But that's just a guess on our part. At any rate, the pigeon really should have had more screen time, but I guess it was meant to be a small but pivotal role.
Edited to fix some really lousy grammar. From now on maybe I'll just let it stay as a reminder to me to proofread?
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