When suffering a three+ hour layover, there’s are worse airports to be than Chicago’s Ohare. They have a Chili’s and that means margaritas, so it’s not that painful, but still. If I had to spend more than ten minutes in CT’s own Bradley International I’m certain I want to consume my removed-using-a-grapefruit-spoon spleen, but since that’s where I’m headed, it’s rather moot. What I find to be amusing, however, are the things that can roll through one’s mind while stuck at an airport.

If the departure screen knows what gate your flight is leaving from, why doesn’t the gate’s own monitor know about it yet?

Captains have four stripes on their uniform sleeves; Co-pilots have three. Very Star Trek-esque, I agree, but if you’d call a four-striper “captain” do you get to call a three-striper “Number one”?

Damn, my ass is numb – I need to stretch.

How in the hell do you address a co-pilot anyway? Calling some one “co-” anything sounds pretty damned demeaning… erg.

I’ve been watching this chick in her late teens that is working at Wilson’s chat up some airport worker dude for like a half hour now. I’m almost tempted to tell them to go find a room, because the girl seems to be shift her knees continually in anticipation of something… ah, teen love!

The new book I had to buy at Borders last night (I finished the books I had brought with me already) is pretty good – guess Russo earned his Pulitzer after all… I find that books that are part of a “popular” book club – fuck you Oprah and your’s shitty book selection skills! – to be rather dull usually… Pulitzer is still a worthy award, it seems.

After watching forty minutes of budding teen love, I am of the opinion that I’d rather spend three hours at Bradley than watch this continuing display of goo.

ooOOo. Forbidden Donut. Seems that not seeing an orange and purple Dunkin’ sign for 72 hours has activated my withdrawal sensors.

All WiFi hotspots should be free.

I didn’t know that American suspended their in-flight phone services… seems they stopped them in Q1 2002. Too expensive to run and no uptake, no doubt. When you hear about the decline of WiFi in airports, see the above line about hotspots… bunch of prats, these services people, always trying to bilk money for stuff most people won’t pay for.

I don’t get how my iPod can for over an hour showing four full bars on the battery and then drop to one bar showing after another half hour of playback. Probably doesn’t like my music.

Now that’s one healthy set of [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] and what’s with the midget?!

Wilson’s leather is having a sale on luggage, which means they will give you 90% of their 30% markup back to you which should make everything sold at almost retail prices. Yay, capitalism.

Who comes to an airport to buy a suitcase anyway?

Heard Universal was enacting a 30% price cut on their CD catalog. Hoo-fuckin’-ray. If they cut the new price in half, they would finally reflect the change of production costs for the CD itself… media and mastering and recording are all much cheaper now than they were when CD’s first came out, after all. I guess they should get kudos for attempting to sell more CD’s but I remain skeptical of offering praises.

I wonder if I can get the Barista at that Starbucks over there to bring me a latte.

American and their silly Admirals Club. Maybe I can crash their little party and miss the “executive” urinal… Hm.

Whoa. Female co-pilot just left gate H6 and looks pretty damned cute in that uniform… *wr0w*

Oi… who in the hell arranged for this long layover only to catch a flight that lands after midnight, before the hour long drive home?!

Oh yeah… I did. Fergot about that.

Bluh.