Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
It just so happens that it's 4:42 here right now, and at 5:15-ish I'm leaving for the airport for a month-long trip to the PRK. >_<
Yeah, but in California you won't notice the Keystone Kops airline security routine so much, since the whole friggin' state is like that. ;)
I've got to fly to Houston on business this afternoon - no choice.But when I go to the Reno Gunblogger Rendezvous, I'll be driving - even though the cost in gas will be greater than a plane ticket, (not including overnight accomodations on the way).Flying is not worth the hassle.
Looking at a 26 hour flight in two weeks... sigh....
I'll give you your "Amen" and throw in the now-popular "emotional college student church service hopping for Jesus".Hop hop hop...:)
"Looking at a 26 hour flight in two weeks... sigh...."And how many hours standing in lines being snooped?
Amen here as well... I haven't enjoyed flying since 1975.
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