trip report

I tend to be very sympathetic toward my fellow travelers. I mean to say, when the guy announces that everyone should have their boarding passes and IDs out, and the people behind me start snarking about how there can't seriously be anyone left who doesn't know that, and maybe they should have a Smart line and a Not So Smart line, I think you know, there may just be people in this very queue who have never flown before, and I know it's got to be hard to be the only competent person within earshot/fifteen miles/three counties/whatever, but would it kill you to at least refrain from making a public show of your contempt for others? (In the interest of not making a public show, I don't actually say any of this, because picking a fight in public with complete strangers -- who are being merely assholes and not actually violent or abusive -- about public manners misses the point rather.)

However: I am much, much, much less sympathetic to people who choose the "expert traveler" line and don't remove their fucking laptops from their fucking laptop cases. It shouldn't be that there are people in this queue who have never flown before, so WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, PEOPLE.

Anyway. Had a good visit with my friends and ( the babies. )

So I'm home, and I have a blister on my hand from playing the drums in Guitar Hero, and I have a headache from three nights in a strange bed and strange air, and I can still feel the pressure of little hands on my collarbone and little arms around my neck and little faces against my sternum from spending a whole weekend with my arms full of other people's children. I think the wee ones were sorry to see me go, though -- so except for how it necessitates little kids being sad, that's all right.

oh, also

I am taking nominations for Games What Would Make My Wii More Awesome. Right now I've got something of the Rock Band ilk in the queue (RB or GH, I'm not fussy), and today I played some Legend of Zelda and felt all kinds of nostalgic. Happy to entertain other suggestions.