(Found in the draft folder, thought I’d lost it, sending it out for historical reasons. Yeah, like this is the Dead Sea Scrolls or something. Dial back 13 days or so…)
Sitting on the runway for two hours, now finally up in the air. This will post whenever I get to a net connection. Here’s hoping I make the connecting flight in Phoenix.
Saw the movie Fever Pitch while on the plane, a nice little diversion. Very much in the key of other Nick Hornby films like High Fidelity, but without the running internal monologues. And you quite literally couldn’t have asked for a better Hollywood ending than the 2004 World Series.
Found out, by amazing coincidence, that an old friend from high school is already in San Diego this week for work, and we’re going to meet up. (For a self-claimed geek, she was surprised that there was a convention, and she couldn’t understand at first why she was having such trouble getting a hotel room– hers is in La Jolla. According to her, there are no rooms to be had in a 50 mile radius. And I’ll bet that includes Tiajuana.) We’ll probably drag her to the CBLDF Mirrormask party tomorrow.
There are other things to write about, but they’re probably going in separate posts and I’m try ing to conserve battery power. I’m incredibly glad I bought a new battery for the iBook; the old one was dying after 20 minutes. This one’s been giving me about four hours a charge.