Interim....

Today...

I found myself at the laundromat. There's something about the coin-op paradise that is a laundromat. This particular enterprise is one of those 100% self-serve places with no attendants on duty. It also seems as though none of the machines have been replaced since the mid to late 70's. Either way, I had the opportunity to do a little writing while I waited for the aging machines to complete their tasks.

There was something that I thought was hilarious:



I'm sure that when they set up that little section so many years ago, it was just a great place for kids to hang out and color while their parents got the laundry done. After years of neglect, it now looks just ugly. I'm sure, though, that leaving power tools laying around for the kids is probably not the best way to improve things.


Anyway... on to the real content.

How much further can we fall?

I found this story more than a little unnerving.

If you don't feel like clicking over to read the story, I'll give you the run down. A guy was trying to board a flight in England's Heathrow airport, however he was denied because he was wearing a T-Shirt on which a Transformer was holding a large, completely impossible to believe in, laser gun.

Now, it's bad enough that you can't take your shampoo, or your fingernail clippers, but how long until the only way we can fly is nude, and only after a full cavity search.


And... that's it...

Alright, I'm done. I've got so much more to write that it really pains me to leave, but I'll be back.