Atlanta… Ad Nauseum

I flew into Atlanta today… 10 hours on DL 153 in seat 19a, which, to my dismay, is in front of an exit row and does not recline.

TEN HOURS.

Anyway, Hurricane Ivan is screwing with Atlanta’s air traffic. I’ve been here since 6pm. It’s now 10 minutes ’til 10pm, and I’ve been to three different gates, with four different departure times. Word now is that I’m flying out at 11:15.

Man, am I tired. So tired, I drank a glass of Bloody Mary Mix with a tablespoon of tabasco in it so I could get a capseicin (sp?) rush. The good news is that it worked. The bad news is that I felt SO good I decided to spend $6.00 on pay-by-the-minute internet access in the Crowne Room.

So… I’m online. Email piled up a bit, but I cleared that out. Lots of you have been generous on the Schlock desktops, and I’m grateful for that.

–Howard

So much network, so little time…

Usually I’m here at BrainShare until the bitter end, watching the wireless access points get unplugged, and hoping to be able to send a few messages before the network is gone.

This time I’m flying out early, and tonight is my last night at the show. The hotel network is broken now, but if I stay at the show for the conference party tonight, I can hide in a corner and be online right up until I need to be in bed.

Then again, going back to my room and getting a good night’s sleep has a certain appeal, a certain je n’sais quois, a certain “I could go to sleep now and not hear another word of french, spanish, german, or unintelligible english until tomorrow.”

Which will it be?

–Howard

Writer, Illustrator, Consumer