This promises high speed internet. This connection is about as high speed as me, in full snow ski wear, running through neck deep Jello while angry ferrets try to gnaw the eyebrows from my forehead.

In other words, it's utter shite. So much so that I'm blogging this on my phone because it is faster. If I could hook the printer to my phone my boarding pass would have been sorted a half hour ago. It's a testament to how much I don't want to have to–

Oh, downloading the driver will take an hour. Fuck it, I'm finding a Kinkos.

The last time I was at Radio City Music Hall, it was for their Xmas spectacular. Let's hope they have camels tonight like they did then. Because that would be pretty sweet.

I'll post a picture later.

"Well, I guess this is where I leave you…"

"Okay, restroom, thanks for dropping us off at the airport and seeing us this far."

"Sure thing. Have a safe trip. See you when you get back!"

You can't listen to your iPod during take off and landing. Why? In the good old days, you never had to turn off your Walkman. And yes, I know, the iPod is a lot more than a cassette player, but if me listening to an MP3 has the potential to knock an airplane out of the sky, then I'm amazed we allow the things on planes at all.

Anyway, the stewardess asked me to turn mine off and I complied. I even took my earphones out when she asked me to, in case…I don't know, the flesh of my ears and the earphones had some kind of chemical reaction that would melt a hole in the side of the plane. Or something.

But I started thinking. Let's assume that there's a ban on all electronic devices simply because there's so many that the flight attendants can't be bothered to check off the good and the bad. That seems reasonable. It's just turn them all off. Fine. But I wonder where they would draw the line?

If I were planning on traveling again anytime soon, I'd consider trying to use these during takeoff and/or landing…just to see what the reaction would be:

Yeah, I know, it's a dickish thing to even consider. But they'd have a lot calmer passenger on their hands if I could listen to something besides the screaming kids and the grind of metal as the damn plane tries to claw its way airborne.

Credit where it's due. Merlin stuff here, Galaxian here, 8-track here, gramophone here and Lite Brite here.

We didn't reunite the ghost of a young mummy with his parents, but we did the best we could.

Here's a bronze fragment that concerns grant of citizenship in Doric script, from around 490-480 B.C.E. It's nice to see that even back then you could sneak commentary about people into documents:

And this is such a human waste: