Okay, I honestly have no idea how high above sea level I am at the moment, and I won't be posting this until after we land, but I thought I would take advantage of a few of my Tech-Tuesday tools to do a little "in-flight blogging". [And without Wi-Fi, no links, sorry. :-( ]
So far, it's just been traveling. I left my house @ 6:00 am, the time I'm usually trying to ignore the semi-famous alarm clock waking me. Funny, I guess I didn't realize that there was a different DJ shift working at that time.
After a peaceful walk to the Brown line, accompanied by the clickity-clack of the wheels of my carry-on going over the joints in the sidewalk, the train arrived promptly (filthy lyres claim there's a schedule. Believe them at your peril.) and I secured a good seat for this short leg of the trip. Started reading a story about Obama approving high-speed rail between Chicago and St. Louis. I didn't realize "BAM" was a reader! (Please refer to my 100-4-100 post where I call for this MONTHS AGO). Hey, Barry! If you need any more ideas, swing by the next time you're in town.
Soon enough, "Belmont. Change here for Purple and Red Line trains at Belmont." Switch to an awaiting Red, and score a seat AGAIN! What a difference 2 hours make in the ease of my commute. I should go into work this early all the time. Or maybe not. At Roosevelt, I had to dash up the last escalator as the Orange line train nearly shut it's doors on me (or "Rachel Barton'd me" in the lingo.) Note to self: You are so going to have to go back and get linky with that one.
Blam! 3 train lines later but with seamless connections that couldn't have worked any nicer, I arrived at Midway Airport. Named after "The Battle of" because the place isn't "midway" to anything. I breezed through security, and unlike my last flight, I wasn't so busy Facebooking with Sass that I almost missed my flight.
On the flight, well, even with a "B" ticket, I got emergency exit row seating with about 5 feet of leg room in front of me, no one beside me, and no one behind me. So I can stretch out, spread out, lean back, relax, and enjoy my flight. Oh, there are "light winds in the jet stream" so we should arrive early into Seattle. I think the fates may be smiling on me today.
Or totally setting my ass up for something. My God has that kind of sense of humor, so poultry will not be enumerated until they successfully completed their gestation period.
And so far, the Acer has been aces. The size makes it easy to balance on one leg and use the other as a mouse pad. It would easily fit on the tray table in front of me, but since that's 5 feet away, typing would be a bitch. We'll see how the battery goes, but it's showing good usage at the moment.
The gal sharing my row is an Amtrak car attendant on the Empire Builder that runs between Chicago and Seattle. With the flooding, they aren't able to make complete trips, so she and some of her crewmates are deadheading it back via Southwest. Nice lady. Can tell she's used to being an attendant. Works well with the flight crew on trash cleanup and steals commando naps when she can. Nice flying with ya, Reggie.
Got about 3 hours, going to pop a little Buffett on the iPod and play a little Free Cell. I will be back before we land, and wrap this up before I land. (Still flatland below me.)
So I napped instead. A couple of quick catnaps and I'm refreshed for the moment. I better get my rest in now, because I've heard you "Sleep Less In Seattle." (Don't boo! You knew that there's going to me a bad joke somewhere in here, and you didn't get the Rachael Barton joke sans Google, so I had to toss one out there.)
But it's funny, listening to Buffett, how some of the songs seem to fit today:
Strange Bird - He's gonna circle high above her runway of love until she gives him her permission to land.
This Hotel Room – Put in a quarter, turn out the lights, MagicFingers makes you feel alright. Feel alright. Feel alright. MagicFingers makes you feel alright.
Happily Ever After (Every Now and Then) – Take it from me 'cus I've found, if you leave it then somebody else is bound to find that treasure, that moment of pleasure, when yours it could have been. Some people never find it. Some people only pretend, but me? I just want to live happily ever after, every now and then…
I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever – Will begin with a kiss, such a warm place to start. Let me into your life, let me into your heart.
Smart Woman (In A Real Short Skirt) – I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt. A smart woman who knows how to flirt. A smart woman with a mind of her own. Smart woman who will take me home.
At least I didn't go with, My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus or Love In Decline or Why Don't We Get Drunk (and Screw). Yes, Jimmy does have a number of interestingly named songs, and I only have about 350 (okay, 348) loaded into the iPod and computer to pick from.
Well, the flight is nearing a conclusion, and I need to put the Acer away. By the time you read this, Cora and I will have met, and in all likelihood had our first kiss.
I might mention those later, if ya'll would be interested in how that kind of stuff went.
And Dr. Zibbs, thanks for the advice. I always carry Altoids when I fly. I have found that Altoids really help my ears clear.
That's what you were talking about, right?