I Sleep On Planes
After being roused from a near-30-minute nap aboard a Cape Air Cessna 402, at the (allegedly) tail-end of a heavy bout of hot-air-raising/cold-air-falling (turbulence), the 20-something sitting “across” the “aisle” from me shrieked “How can you sleep through this?!” I looked around, wondering what “this” was, and shrugged. “I sleep on planes”, I yawned back.This was, I guess, an invitation to hear all of the things she wished she had done before she died.
Despite her insistence to the contrary, we landed at Logan (Boston) ahead of schedule, and with nothing resembling caskets awaiting us.
Anyhow, I’m in Arlington, VA at EdSec for a few days. I don’t know how many of these I’ve been to. Too many, I think. They’re getting repetitive:
Librarian-turned-ISO: We implemented all these policies and are surprised to find out no one is following them.
Marine-turned-ISO: We waterboard people who don’t follow our draconian policies that I catch while actively spying on everyone’s e-mail and Internet traffic.
Me: *twitch* *twitch*
On a circular note, Plattsburgh International Airport is open, and very clean, friendly, etc. (and small, of course). Even the TSA seemed a bit nicer… And yes, I “smuggled” my oversized toothpaste through yet again. I should keep track of the number of contraband miles my imported-from-Canada-because-Colgate-In-America-Doesn’t-Make-It-Anymore toothpaste has made… Something akin to “Where’s Matt’s Toothpaste Been?” DHS could then mashup that map with a map of terror incidents and prove that allowing my toothpaste on-board really does pose a risk to flying Americans.
UPDATE: I’m still very definitely near-deathly allergic to fresh shrimp. I downed a few quick iced-teas and told the waiter that I’m a fresh shrimp detector and Legal Sea Foods has fresh f#@$!^& shrimp. Yum… Well, once I can convince my throat to open back up, anyhow. The citrus-grilled halibut is exquisite (and it comes with a whole bunch of very fresh shrimp, too!)
