November 8th, 2009

running, bomb tech

A Day

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Now let me tell you about the SFO-fail.

Wrote down Tif's flight info on one of the last pages in my little pocket notebook, stuck it in my pocket, and headed out to pick up JD. Spotted a passing airship. Picked up JD. Dove in my jacket pocket in search of the notebook. No notebook to be found. Cursed. Drove to the airport (SFO). Located the cellphone lot. Located a jackass in an SUV who pulls in to turn around right behind the cranky bitch who's pulled in to turn around herself. Located the lack of large screens giving flight information to the cellphone lot. Located the sign giving information on the website to visit with your cellphone to find flight info. Located the information booth. Located JD's cellphone. (JD) Navigated to the page. Discovered how absolutely shittly the page rendered on his cellphone. Attempted to find and load the arrivals page (lol, no). Headed to the information booth. Discovered that the information booth had info on Friday's flights and a few v. early Saturday morning (today is fucking Sunday). (Azz) Half remembered the vital info for the flight (I had the time and 3 out of 4 digits, and knew I didn't know the 4th). (JD) Got flight info from airline's page. Waited. Headed back over. Dropped off JD, circled airport. Picked up JD, Tif, and baggage.

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17 tweets for 2009-11-8

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Sunday, 0601: Just earwormed myself by using my XKCD Sierpinski hearts userpic. THE SIERPINSKI GASKET MAKES ME WANNA CRY *rocks out*
  • Sunday, 0603: @FranziskaKurtz Are they counting hyphenated words as two?
  • Sunday, 0605: @malerin If you start horking every night, dial that shit down; Dad went through that and it terrified the whole family.
  • Sunday, 0615: I've started writing "g-d" again, which is appx. equal parts respect for those around me and my own reluctance to name that which can't be.
  • Sunday, 1158: Walkies time! Poodle opted for the beach; I am waiting on the bench for my aunt to retrieve him.
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