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I am through security and at the airport. That was absurdly good service -- I used Airport Go Express, which is a door-to-door shuttle pickup. Cheaper and easier than a taxi, that's for sure. Now if I could just get my head to stop leaking mucus everywhere, I'd be golden.

Bit of a surprise waiting for me at the check-in gate, on the other hand. I swiped my driver's licence through the machine, so that it would bring up my itinerary, and it gave me two options: "Print Nonrevenue Security Document" or "Check Bags". Thinking "nonrevenue security document" was the new "ticket", I selected that, and it told me to go to the gate and sign up there for a standby flight.

"Excuse me, it says I'm flying standby, was my flight cancelled?" I said to the attendant.

"No, you're flying standby," she said, pointing to the big STANDBY on my ticket.

"Except I'm not, I bought a ticket."

"To Baltimore?"

"Uh...no?" I ventured. "To Austin. I checked in yesterday morning."

"Oh," she said, and looked confused. Then she asked what my name was.

Apparently the machine read my licence wrong and tried to check me in as someone else. GO ME. We got it sorted in the end, and I am no longer flying standby to Baltimore, but I have every sympathy for the poor bastard who is.

I have half of NCIS s2 on the iPhone, two books in my bag, and plenty to work on if I want to write. I'm all set...as long as my flight takes off on time.

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I am on the ground in Texas. Already overdosing on crap indy music.

On the freeway...

Mum: this car's going to jump in front of y -- there they go.
Dad: it's okay. He owns a Kia, he'll die soon.

He's a man of few words, but he gets his point across...

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I am home! Have been for a bit but we were having lunch and "doing Christmas". I got some slippers and Okami for the Wii and Six Memos For The New Millenium -- which came attached to a card that read "For Sam: I don't know what this is, but I hope you enjoy it" -- and a power drill, among other things.

Also got the new laptop, though I'm still writing this on the old one. The new one has Vista on it, which I don't object to on princple except that it doesn't seem to interact well with the trackpad -- the mouse keeps randomly selecting things as I'm moving it across the screen. I'm hoping it's a Vista issue and not an issue with the actual hardware.

Otherwise I am mostly reposing in the bosom of my family, watching TV and having beverages force upon me by mum -- since coming home I've had a glass of water, one of OJ, half a glass of diet 7-up, and a mug of hot apple cider. Hope you guys are having as nice a New Year's Eve as I am.

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We stopped at the grocery store on the way home earlier, to pick up some various sundries. The guy behind us in the checkout line bought three HUGE jugs of honey and a jar of pineapple spread, and that was all.

Our best guess is that perhaps he was making some bastard form of baklava. I invite speculation as to what one might do with three quarts of honey and one pint of pineapple spread on New Year's Eve.

But not from you, Captain Harkness.

In mostly-unrelated news, R called and played Auld Lang Syne into my voicemail on the harmonica. He is a loveable dork.