All right I admit it. I look like a Depeche Mode fan who happens to be homeless. So I noticed while marooned in the Houston airport I was being looked on with distain by these fellow airport refugees. And I almost got mad. It's been rough getting home. The past 24 hours have not been kind to me:
Got into an online chat argument with someone from Boingo Airport Wi-Fi.
I almost lost this entry due to my blogging software crashing into airport wifi internet access due to vindictive airport wifi online chatting employees.
An airport shop sold me a broken extra battery device and made it so I can't return it - in the guise of helping me. 100 bucks worth of fraud which I would have caught had it not been for...
I almost lost this entry due to my blogging software crashing into airport wifi.
My work help desk failed to copy the correct drivers on my laptop so I could use wireless to catch up on my neglected work.
My flight was cancelled and it's replacement was delayed by 6 hours landing me in Houston.
And hey, I've been spending the last week in an ICU unit holding my unconscious grandmother's hand. Sleep is something my family and I have kind of let drop off our radar during our visits.
Meh.
I'm almost home. Plus - I got to see and talk with my very accomplished uncles, aunts, and cousins. All of them seem to wonder why I look like a Depeche Mode fan. And I get to go home and maybe sleep for an hour or two.
Despite all this, I'm going to act like Life's comic relief. After all, if I'm not making them laugh, I'm causing them great physical discomfort which is lowering their immune systems to something I might have picked up from the hospital. He he. And it will be right before their expensive cruise. And that might take out more people who look down on tired looking geeks.
Oh well. And remember, I'm not evil. I'm just well informed. ;-)
