Notes from March 12th-13th
Mar. 14th, 2009 06:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
green_dreams(Written before the laptop turned into a brick.)
Have just realized *exactly* how much stuff I have been storing on my GMail. With the connection having just died, it's a bit odd. OTOH, I need to start boarding, so I'm gonna grab a very fast snack and wander over.
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...holy *crap*.
Okay. Three hours on the tarmac at Ottawa. Left at 6:20. I have to say that flying over Newark at l'heure bleue is *gorgeous*, although holy fuck do you guys use a lot of orange halogens.
Anyway. Got off the plane and into the terminal, customer service told me it looked like my connecting flight was still good, hurried down to the gate, and in the seven minutes it took to get there the plane left.
Sigh.
So after a brief confusion I found the customer service desk, explained the situation, was told the next flight left at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow, said “oh, please” very politely, and got plugged onto a 10:25 flight.
Hauled my ass to Terminal B just in time to see everything closing at five past 9:00, including the kitchen of the one restaurant by my gates (and at this point I hadn't had anything since the cup of chili at lunch). Went to a Relay newsstand, bought a Powerade and a double handful of Nutri-Grain bars, and went back to the restaurant. That's where I am now, and may I say their White Zinfandel is very nice.
And I was *just* about to succumb to my addiction and sign up for a Boingo account when they announced boarding. Ghad. Oh well, it was probably a bad financial decision anyway.
(I got a quick tiny sketch done on the plane while we were waiting at Ottawa. I'll try and ink it before sleeping tonight.)
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...man, people *worry*. XD In at Heathrow, no Wi-Fi, checked e-mail at kiosk, currently typing on laptop while on the Heathrow Express. Heathrow to Paddington in 15 minutes. The fastest way to Central London. Trust me, they make *sure* you know this.
Have left behind the dead brick directly outside Heathrow. Currently going past trees and old buildings. Not bothering with a pic at these speeds. Sky is grey and cloudy; unfortunately, day is also sunny. Damnation, I want rain.
Did not get the sketch done, but have had breakfast. Rachel was waiting for me at the terminal, which was nice. Oh, and my bag didn't arrive with me. Virgin promises that when (if) it shows up, they'll run it over to the hostel.
Virgin serves free booze on their flights. I can forgive much. Also, rye-and-gingers are called whiskey-and-gingers here. Watched Dark Knight until--
ohgod we just passed the hugest old rust-covered reservoir-like silo. Girders and struts, lovely thing.
--until just after James Gordon got shot, and then started watching Mirrors. You know, when the movie is reformatted to fit your screen, it cuts off a chunk of the Joker's magic trick. *Really* undermines the impact, is all I'm saying.
(Holy *crap*, enough wireless networks in range?)
Whole lot of dead brick outside the window now. Am gonna shut down and watch stuff for a bit.
Have just realized *exactly* how much stuff I have been storing on my GMail. With the connection having just died, it's a bit odd. OTOH, I need to start boarding, so I'm gonna grab a very fast snack and wander over.
========
...holy *crap*.
Okay. Three hours on the tarmac at Ottawa. Left at 6:20. I have to say that flying over Newark at l'heure bleue is *gorgeous*, although holy fuck do you guys use a lot of orange halogens.
Anyway. Got off the plane and into the terminal, customer service told me it looked like my connecting flight was still good, hurried down to the gate, and in the seven minutes it took to get there the plane left.
Sigh.
So after a brief confusion I found the customer service desk, explained the situation, was told the next flight left at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow, said “oh, please” very politely, and got plugged onto a 10:25 flight.
Hauled my ass to Terminal B just in time to see everything closing at five past 9:00, including the kitchen of the one restaurant by my gates (and at this point I hadn't had anything since the cup of chili at lunch). Went to a Relay newsstand, bought a Powerade and a double handful of Nutri-Grain bars, and went back to the restaurant. That's where I am now, and may I say their White Zinfandel is very nice.
And I was *just* about to succumb to my addiction and sign up for a Boingo account when they announced boarding. Ghad. Oh well, it was probably a bad financial decision anyway.
(I got a quick tiny sketch done on the plane while we were waiting at Ottawa. I'll try and ink it before sleeping tonight.)
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...man, people *worry*. XD In at Heathrow, no Wi-Fi, checked e-mail at kiosk, currently typing on laptop while on the Heathrow Express. Heathrow to Paddington in 15 minutes. The fastest way to Central London. Trust me, they make *sure* you know this.
Have left behind the dead brick directly outside Heathrow. Currently going past trees and old buildings. Not bothering with a pic at these speeds. Sky is grey and cloudy; unfortunately, day is also sunny. Damnation, I want rain.
Did not get the sketch done, but have had breakfast. Rachel was waiting for me at the terminal, which was nice. Oh, and my bag didn't arrive with me. Virgin promises that when (if) it shows up, they'll run it over to the hostel.
Virgin serves free booze on their flights. I can forgive much. Also, rye-and-gingers are called whiskey-and-gingers here. Watched Dark Knight until--
ohgod we just passed the hugest old rust-covered reservoir-like silo. Girders and struts, lovely thing.
--until just after James Gordon got shot, and then started watching Mirrors. You know, when the movie is reformatted to fit your screen, it cuts off a chunk of the Joker's magic trick. *Really* undermines the impact, is all I'm saying.
(Holy *crap*, enough wireless networks in range?)
Whole lot of dead brick outside the window now. Am gonna shut down and watch stuff for a bit.
