Travel thread

[lennytheweedwhacker]

PS nice humble brag there, Mr. WiFi-on-the-plane.

Plane had yet to depart. Most people around me during the flight seemed to be on it though.

[doug rr]

PS nice humble brag there, Mr. WiFi-on-the-plane.

Plane had yet to depart. Most people around me during the flight seemed to be on it though.

are you going to the cardinal game tonight?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

PS nice humble brag there, Mr. WiFi-on-the-plane.

Plane had yet to depart. Most people around me during the flight seemed to be on it though.

are you going to the cardinal game tonight?

Maybe. Do you…want me to go to the Cardinals game tonight?

[spike]

I'm legit sorry for you Lenny. That sounds like hell.

I had a weird thing happen today on my 2 and 1/2 hr flight today that was delayed an extra hour on the tarmac. I paid for an exit row/leg room seat and was in the aisle, middle free and random youngish dude on the window.

I read my Uncut magazine for the hour on the tarmac and have my headphones on. But the entire time this dude is listening to his phone via speaker, albeit quietly. But still, it's loud enough that I can hear it when my music is quiet and seriously, who does that?

Anyway, once we take off I stretched my legs fully out in front of me and start to snooze (I had my jumper set up perfectly as a neck pillow - a happy fluke) and about 30 mins in I heard something and woke up. Old mate is in the aisle messing about with the overhead locker. Honestly, the space I was taking up he must have done some yoga sttetches to get past me without waking me. I asked him how he dit it but he ignored me.

So he heads off and I assume he's gone to the loo, so I'm dozing off again but think he's gonna be back anytime and I don't want him to have to step over me again. So I drift off, wake up, drift off, wake up, over and over until it becomes aparrent this dude ain't coming back. I assume he decided a full row of 3 seats was required for a good sleep down the back of the plane rather than the extra leg room seat he'd paid for. I can understand that, especially if you are super hungover or something (no idea if he was - he didn't smell bad or anything. I have no idea of his personal circumstance).

Anyway, I finally crash again and wake up a bit before the announcement that we're starting our descent. At that he wanders back and again proceeds to spend 5 full minutes fucking about in the overhead locker until he sits back down on his original window seat.

Cool, no issue by me. He's done me no harm (except the initial phone speaker thing, but whatever).

And then he proceeds to take his shoes, socks and FUCKING JEANS off, revealing a pair of shorts hidden beneath. Thank fuck for that.

He once again goes past me to the aisle and spends the next 3 minutes putting his clothes away until he finally sits down again, now in singlet, shorts and slides, fully ready to de-board in tropical Broome.

Overall I have to say it was a kinda unsettling experience...

Haha zero self awareness on the spectrum shit right there.

[Ello Sailor]

I think Higgs found Deb.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Hey Bammer I’m in the Seattle airport come get it

[doug rr]

Hey Bammer I’m in the Seattle airport come get it

I'm an hour north making steak,,,see you soon

[96583UP]

Thank you lenny for providing him a safe space to be himself.

If you’re so inclined, you could always send him this link: http://forums.theskyiscrape.com/viewtop ... start=1000

I would have were I able to move or breathe. Weird smell also going on.

Now I’m in the middle seat for a 4+ hour flight

just shit your pants and more seats will open up

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Hey Bammer I’m in the Seattle airport come get it

I'm an hour north making steak,,,see you soon

Can’t wait.

[Bammer]

Hey Bammer I’m in the Seattle airport come get it

I had slightly better things to do

[Strat]

Hey Bammer I’m in the Seattle airport come get it

I had slightly better things to do

like what?

[Bammer]

Hey Bammer I’m in the Seattle airport come get it

I had slightly better things to do

like what?

I’ll text you details

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Hey Bammer I’m in the Seattle airport come get it

I had slightly better things to do

Why do I feel sad

[knee tunes]

I'm legit sorry for you Lenny. That sounds like hell.

I had a weird thing happen today on my 2 and 1/2 hr flight today that was delayed an extra hour on the tarmac. I paid for an exit row/leg room seat and was in the aisle, middle free and random youngish dude on the window.

I read my Uncut magazine for the hour on the tarmac and have my headphones on. But the entire time this dude is listening to his phone via speaker, albeit quietly. But still, it's loud enough that I can hear it when my music is quiet and seriously, who does that?

Anyway, once we take off I stretched my legs fully out in front of me and start to snooze (I had my jumper set up perfectly as a neck pillow - a happy fluke) and about 30 mins in I heard something and woke up. Old mate is in the aisle messing about with the overhead locker. Honestly, the space I was taking up he must have done some yoga sttetches to get past me without waking me. I asked him how he dit it but he ignored me.

So he heads off and I assume he's gone to the loo, so I'm dozing off again but think he's gonna be back anytime and I don't want him to have to step over me again. So I drift off, wake up, drift off, wake up, over and over until it becomes aparrent this dude ain't coming back. I assume he decided a full row of 3 seats was required for a good sleep down the back of the plane rather than the extra leg room seat he'd paid for. I can understand that, especially if you are super hungover or something (no idea if he was - he didn't smell bad or anything. I have no idea of his personal circumstance).

Anyway, I finally crash again and wake up a bit before the announcement that we're starting our descent. At that he wanders back and again proceeds to spend 5 full minutes fucking about in the overhead locker until he sits back down on his original window seat.

Cool, no issue by me. He's done me no harm (except the initial phone speaker thing, but whatever).

And then he proceeds to take his shoes, socks and FUCKING JEANS off, revealing a pair of shorts hidden beneath. Thank fuck for that.

He once again goes past me to the aisle and spends the next 3 minutes putting his clothes away until he finally sits down again, now in singlet, shorts and slides, fully ready to de-board in tropical Broome.

Overall I have to say it was a kinda unsettling experience...

What's a jumper?

[Higgs]

@kneetunes jumper = sweater

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I’m in Big Sky. Is this where Trag lives??

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Toured the Yellowstone Club today, and tomorrow I’m going to the actual Yellowstone.
Holy smokes that YC is something to see. I’m here on a ride along. My husband’s company is working here. Commercial waterproofing.

[spike]

You gonna get the brand?

[pepperwhiteMFC]

The brand? Aww shit… imma have to Google something now.