I can't believe you people talk to strange people in airports. Isn't that why iPods were made?

Well, if you're too fancy for Shakespeare, fine.

Heh. I just would never say he can do no wrong.

I have my moments. When I want to talk to the humans, I am practically a freaking cruise director. I can converse with a rock. But only if I'm feeling like it.

I can't believe you people talk to strange people in airports. Isn't that why iPods were made?

That's what airplanes are for! I actually like talking to random people in scenarios like that. Unless I want to sleep, I'll totally do it.

On my flight to Vancouver a guy talked to me the WHOLE TIME. Entire flight. I really needed a break. But he wouldn't stop. Offered me a ride to my destination too, but didn't seem to be hitting on me, which was nice.

That will never work on a flight to Canada, though, because I get detained at immigration every time. Fucks with the meet cute.

The Rape of Europa

I haven't read the book but I saw a doc based on it on either Netflix Instant or Hulu. Netflix, I think.

Just discovered my mom watches The Sing-Off. That's cool. Not sure if we'll actually watch together, though, since my mom likes to cocoon herself in her room.

OMG, My sister is taking some kind of business course, and is currently in a business law class. She sent me her final assignment to proof. She's supposed to review a case, summarise it and answer questions. It's been a half hour and I've just finished page one.

Storing my bottle of lotion on the bathroom radiator? AWESOME.

On the long leg from LA to Chicago, had a 80something old guy next to me. He was very sweet, but clearly no longer firing at 100%. I heard the same stories, over and over, often starting up right after he finished. Didn't bother me much, new details emerged with each telling, and I tried switching it up by sharing different stuff every time, which only kinda worked. He was a veteran, born in Mexico, 4 times married, outliving all but the latest. He was so very proud of his kids and grand and greats. I think I saw his dermatologist dr daughter's card 5 or 6 times. He was in the middle seat, and about halfway through, the window seat passenger suggested they switch, and she got to hear the stories. She later told me (we were on the same flight to B'more) she thought to give me a break. Without really thinking, I said it didn't bother me much, I'd just spent the week with 3.5 year olds. And it hit me, it was a lot the same. Singular focus on telling certain narratives to create an order.

Honestly, though, it wasn't annoying once I just settled into it. These stories were his touchstone, much as they are with the much younger set who are trying to figure out their world (the green piece in the potato ball. I ate it! I ATE A VEGETABLE.) It's how he frames a life that's lost its current linearity: find the linearity in the past to define himself now. And frankly, his framework was lovely and loving and clearly well lived.

I only wish I'd had the foresight to remember his daughter's name and details, I'd love to send her a note.

I can converse with a rock.

Dude, I can converse with a rock. Eye contact is much less confusing.

Rocks are even less judgmental than cats. ( and we all know how much cats care about what we are saying)

I remembered I have marshmallows I can put in my hot chocolate! Not tiny marshmallows, but still, yum.