Pee Soup

Weirdos abound. Freaks with packs on hunched over backs. Tiny rug rats running arms agape down narrow isles. Asians.

The Detroit Airport and overcrowded flights.

Went to Hartford today for a little five day viz with my sister to my aunt and co.'s city. What a damn blast. If you were watching any news outlets today you would have noticed two things. One of which made Henry Rollins-I know-smile.

1. Massive flight delays/traveling today for the new year
2. A FUCKING 300 POUND SIBERIAN TIGER KILLING ONE AND MAULING TWO OTHERS. In California no less. The day was only half shitty. Fog sucks.

If anybody has ever been flying or had a flight delayed, I noticed today that there seems to be a certain hopeful? protocol when dealing with weather straight out of Whit Chapel when ol' the rippa was hanging loose.

First a slight announcement that despite the weather, the flight is on time. (every thing's fine despite what the windows are showing you passengers)

After a few minutes a second announcement is made: The flight incoming from BLAH BLAH destinations gonna be gettin' in about fifteen minutes late. All connecting flights are still running on time. (hey idiots, we told everything is fine. stop coming up to the gate counter...or looking out the window for that matter.)

Thridly, a major announcement is made: Incoming flight BLAH BLAH is running thirty minutes late. We're expecting it in (insert bullshit e.t.a.). (Alright. The counter. You. Me. Your irate attitude. Don't worry. I'm completely doped in pills made of indifference)

Lastly, the world's ended. The counter's full of hungry ticket undead, you're not next in line, and those indifference pills really started kicking in after their first major announcement.

Luckily I had indifference pills too in the form of Chuck Klosterman. I got my sister's and my tickets straighten out. Went to the A concourse shouldering my suit. Sat down to some Hamachi Don. Succeeding the meal went to a bar with the sis and drank until those indiffernce pills took the shape of wobbly legs and warm face skin.

I love flying.

Flash Foward

It's Christmas mjorn (read like baby bjorn).

Basically, the lil sistas got the things their dreams are made of. Unfortunately it seems their dreams are made of plastic and metal robotic toys that eat fake food and mirror reality with eerie movements and programmed sound cards held deep within robotic brains.

You're right, the Japnaese never will have the last laugh. They're like, "yeah, guys. Hiroshima, Nagasaki?! No biggy. We can't mobolize our country anymore? No standing military? Yeah, we'd rather spend money on robotics anyway."

Infiltration

It's Christmas eve, and my family and I are about to drive to Christmas mass. I'm definitley not a religious man, so much so that this will be the first time I have been to church in i think five years running. I can't wait to feel ten again.

It's funny the only thing I can think about is that it was either two christmases ago or longer that TomKat was cited at the very church her and me attended when we were kids.

Tom Cruise is a Scientologist and now so is his Toledoan wife Katie Holmes. Why the fuck were they ever at a catholic mass? and in Toleo?