So when I crashed back out because it is the weekend's end and I seem to be stuffing as much sleep as possible into the weekends just because I can, I was in the airport (generic) flying to go see Guide Dog Aunt!

...And after Mama had left, I realized with absolute horror that I had forgotten my purse, which had money and cellphone in it, not to mention ID, leaving me stranded and helpless.

It was the last flight of the night, which put a time crunch on things (including me). Therefore, they did not do the security screening, letting the lot of us on the plane without a trace of X-Ray or pat-down. One of the airport people made some quip about the flight attendants quelling any sign of riot with shotguns. Glad to know that airport people in my dreams have a sense of humor, even if it is a rather dark one.

In my frantic run about the airport, I saw the Harry Potter cast coming down an escalator, and (still stunned) greeted them casually. Then I saw someone who I knew to be a Listee because of the shirt they were wearing (contained an unspecified List joke) looking anxiously up at the escalator. Herself descended, although my mind doesn't have such a good picture of Herself as all that, because clearly Herself is not a wizened old crone half my height and doesn't have that haircut, but you couldn't have told that to my sleeping mind. After finishing my conversation with the Guardian of the Escalator and establishing that it was unlikely as there would be a long line at the only free phone option I was likely to find, I hopped on the escalator (which was now somehow going up instead of down) and zipped up to the inside-security food court level.

For some unknown and bizarre reason, I was distracted by a display of fake fingernails. In buckets, like silverware. No, I don't know why.

I reached in my pocket and discovered that somehow, I had $12. This was a vast improvement in the situation. Then I realized I did not know when my flight was boarding, but it had to be soon, and I was unable to interpret my boarding pass. I had flagged down some random airport employee (somehow the flood court was still lively and occupied) who was mumbling and not making much sense when I woke up.

I've been putting together a group of songs that I think are vital to understanding my experience of the internet. It contains things that are well-known, and in some cases a little more obscure. This is what I have so far. I've tried to limit this to one song per artist, though in Jonathan Coulton's case, I did make an exception.

Track listing:

1) "Invasion of the Gabber Robots", The Laziest Men on Mars
2) "Badgers (DF Rave Remix)", Weebl vs. Danial Bell
3) "Origami Boulder", Sara Patterson
4) "Strongbad Techno", Strongbad
5) "Banana Phone", Raffi
6) "Dragostea Din Tei", O-Zone
7) "First Drink of the Day", 7 Seconds of Love
8) "White and Nerdy", Weird Al
9) "Tubes Dance", featuring Ted Stevens
10) "Code Monkey", Jonathan Coulton
11) "Ievan Polkka", Loituma
12) "Bad Touch", the Bloodhound Gang
13) "Spanky! Spanky!", Dick 'n' Jayne
14) "Still Alive", Jonathan Coulton

( What these songs mean to me: )

So the chief editor of Helix, Mr. W. Sanders, wrote a rejection letter that a new entrant to the world of science fiction editing made public in the comments to this post in ladislaw's LJ, in a somewhat less that professional move. However, the blatant unprofessionalism of that maneuver was soon far diminished in the face of the bigoted language employed by same editor. Assorted authors who have previously been published there are requesting that their work be withdrawn from the publication's online archives. Their requests are being met with a certain amount of cooperation, and some of the most literate playground insults I've seen for a while. A sum-up by Torque Control.

I cannot recall whether I'd heard of Helix prior to this, but I have certainly heard of them now. I think this has gone past 'imbroglio', through 'brouhaha', and rydra_wong suggests it now qualifies as 'professional suicide' for Mr. Sanders and his magazine.

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Via the illustrious Shuttleslayer: http://www.darthsanddroids.net/episodes/0001.html

I still have plenty of photos from the trip to crop, censor, and upload. Meanwhile, a friend of mine has some pretty awesome DS gear:
Phoenix Wright-related silliness
Just the stylus and OBJECTION!!

Don't Feed the Stalker

I have been at least mildly productive today. I have bestowed one of the Things I Never Wear on myrrhianna, who might, shoved another in the to-go box (hcolleen, it might be your size, but then, it's also *white*), and had some Fun Times with Art, discovering in the process that both of the units of glue I tried to use are dead.

corruptflame, and anyone else who likes Silent Hill, this may be of interest: ( image that is not small )

• 17:28 I have achieved clothing. I count that as a plus. #
• 17:50 Bad Miss Lunatic should not correct her best friend's spelling when quoting his original email in a reply, if it's only the two of us... #
• 17:51 @lady_angelina My weekend is shifted. So I achieved clothing on Day 1 of the weekend, but not since. This is Day 1 of the work week now. #
• 21:38 Now that I have the contents of my gmail inbox down to something sane, it's just going to fill up again! :D #

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