i had the misfortune of switching flights in San Diego on my way to LA last night. for those of you who have never been through the spectacular crapfest that is San Diego International and would like to understand what i’m on about, please imagine a regular mid-sized airport.
okay, now chop it up into several tiny buildings and scatter them with reckless abandon so that people with connecting flights have to go through security again to get on their next plane but give them shuttle buses that blast ’80s music so they can somewhat reduce the possibility of being stabbed between flights.
now lay the whole mess down so close to downtown San Diego that airplanes all but graze skyscrapers on their final descents.
now promise me never to go anywhere via San Diego.
looks like i’m about to ditch the cold for some California sun. later, foos!
i never knew what ‘stuffing’ was until i was well into high school. until that point, it was just something weird white people ate with no known Chinese name. Thanksgiving turkey was another thing that i never got to experience until my late teens. ditto for pumpkin pie and, to this day, i’ve still never had candied yams or cranberry sauce. strange, eh?
¡feliz Día de Acción de Gracias Americana!
approximately fifty kilos of hot pot ingredients are resting in my stomach right now. feelings of satisfaction and disgust mix disconcertingly.
i remember a time when ‘hybrid’ meant a Nissan 240sx powered by a redtop SR20DET or a Honda Civic with an H22a shoehorned into the engine bay. now when people throw the H-word around, it usually conjures up images of glass-eyed hippies who are out to change the world one bout of regenerative braking at a time. i imagine they feel good about themselves as they squeeze their little tumor-shaped death traps through traffic, looking down their noses at gas-guzzling miscreants as they check their fuel economy gauge to make sure they really are still better than everyone else.
i’m sure a lot of normal, decent people out there drive hybrids as well; it’s just a shame that they’re so frequently associated with the insecure losers who have turned it into a trend.
if you look at the last part of the lengthy “Incidents and Accidents” section of Ariana Airline’s Wikipedia article you’ll read of a landing mishap by an Airbus A300B4 with the registration YA-BAD. after seeing that today, i realized that YA-BAD sounded really familiar so i dug through my archives and found this:
it turns out YA-BAD was the aircraft i took from Kabul to Dubai in August 2006, a short seven months before its pilot decided to try braking with the right wing in Turkey. the silly thing is, i never would’ve known this had i not seen “BAD” stenciled onto the landing gear flap and decided to take a photo.
okay, this was a pretty pointless entry.
i’ve been seeing a lot of Porsche 944′s around lately but none of them belong to me. gimme gimme!
the BBC printed an article today about a former Argentine police chief who killed himself on live television as the cops were on their way to arrest him for human rights violations. what a world we live in, eh?
Beka ordered us some swell bluetooth headsets so now i can finally charge my phone and talk to her at the same time because the wired headset and the AC adapter both use the same socket. awesome.
thanks, girl :)