Ten

Free Write

I’m sitting in an airprot waiting for my plane to arrive and board.

Really not sure how much I accomplished on the trip, but I think there’s a few things that are better than they were, at least.

I think we’ve got at least a partial path forward.

And holy shit that Intertubes there are fast.’

We get better downstream speeds, but the upstream speeds there are much, much, much better, and synchronous with the downstream.

I’m a little less concerned about the supar-fancy sekurity system, but there’s still things that make me uncomfortable.

I didn’t hook up the devices from Space Cowboy Jeff (Bezos). I’m wondering if there’d be a way to contentedly coexist with some of this shit.

But it still makes me nervous.

With all of my physical maladies, you’d think that I’d be less concerned than most about modesty.

So much for that.

Home is where you poop with the bathroom door open.

Yeah, I’m still not really okay with that, even when nobody else is home.

As far as the travel goes, it’s really not worth it to try to save that much money.

If the price difference between cattle car econ, and first class is a couple hundred bucks, really what am a saving going with the cheaper ticket?

I get a shitty seat in the back, have to pay for my bags, and so on.

Not having to deal with that, alone, is enough to spring for the higher-fare ticket. The bigger seats and Bree drinks is really just a bonus.

I can remember a guy whose financial advice show used to run on the station where I worked. He bought his engagement ring at Costco.

I didn’t do that.

Okay. Plane is here. Time to fly.