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Ups and Downs

So I’m at the fabulous Radisson SAS in Glasgow — a very nice hotel, nice staff (despite my reservations being screwed up), and with a room that looks tres Euro-techno-chic….

So I’m at the fabulous Radisson SAS in Glasgow — a very nice hotel, nice staff (despite my reservations being screwed up), and with a room that looks tres Euro-techno-chic.

One of the cool things is that the hotel uses a different elevator interface. At the elevator bays you key in the floor you’re going to on a numeric keypad. The keypad’s display tells you which elevator to get on (A, B, or C in this case). When that elevator opens up, you get in. There are no buttons, but there is a display of the floors it’s going to. And it goes to the floor(s) it knows have been requested by people.

One idea behind this is that the elevator system can optimize the floors being visited — if there are three people going to 5, and another person going to 6, and yet another person going to 2, then one elevator can handle the 2 and the other one can handle the 5-6 — whose passengers don’t have to stop at 2 on the way.

Cool. Odd, but cool.

Relativity

While there are any number of areas where there’s much admire about the UK and Europe vs. the US, I will say that having open (if “restricted to these seats”)…

While there are any number of areas where there’s much admire about the UK and Europe vs. the US, I will say that having open (if “restricted to these seats”) smoking areas inside of airport terminals is not one of them.

Ironically, this in a country where all cigarette packaging has massive labels on all sides of it that say “SMOKING KILLS” and “CIGARETTES CAUSE FATAL LUNG CANCER.”

Welcome to sunny Manchester

Where I get to indulge, a least, in an English Breakfast. this post enabled by airblogging.com….

Where I get to indulge, a least, in an English Breakfast.

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Power trip

Yay! Now, if only I could network into CoH, things would be faboo. UPDATE: The port was dead. Boo. Still, didn’t use it all that much, so I still have…

Yay! Now, if only I could network into CoH, things would be faboo.

UPDATE: The port was dead. Boo. Still, didn’t use it all that much, so I still have battery power even here in Manchester.

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Doom

Okay, remember Aliens, and all the cool Space Marines scenes? Now, imagine someone deciding to make a movie all about them, but without any imagination or sense of character or…

Okay, remember Aliens, and all the cool Space Marines scenes? Now, imagine someone deciding to make a movie all about them, but without any imagination or sense of character or literature or anything else.

That’s Doom.

Or, maybe, think about Predator. Not exactly Citizen Kane, right? Now, dumb it down about 90%, and you have Doom.

The movie starts out — indeed, lasts about 85% of its length as simply a sub-normal D&D adventure. No, really, I’ve played in modules like this. Thin excuses for violence, FX, and character conflict, then throw in Nasty Aliens and Evil Conspiracies and Big Weapons, only make all of them really juvenile (if exceedingly bloody), and you have Doom.

There is, supposedly, backstory for what’s going on, for some of the character conflicts, who these soldiers are, where the action takes place, the history of the place, the underlying reasons for it all. But, ultimately, that’s not really necessary to the story, and so gets the shortest of shrifts. We are here, after all, to see things chew up people, and, in turn, get blown up by weapons fire and explosives.

So things kind of limp along in a fascinating don’t watch too closely or else you’ll realize this is even more stupid than you thought fashion.Until you get to that 85% point. Then things get … well, then the movie turns into a First Person Shooter — literally — for several minutes, becoming a self-parody of the highest (if that adjective can ever apply to this movie) order. Followed by … well, stuff that makes the first part look like Predator in sophistication, if not actually Citizen Kane.

I didn’t have much better to watch or do or pick (nose included) for my dinner on my airline flight, but that’s about the only conditions I could imagine recommending this dog to. Play the game. It’s more interesting. And has better characterization. Really.

Trophy flight

“Cheerleaders, Mr. Rico! Zillions of ’em!” It’s going to be a loooooong flight. UPDATE: Whilst very, very raucous in terminal, these British cheerleaders (who were come home with some 33…

“Cheerleaders, Mr. Rico! Zillions of ’em!” It’s going to be a loooooong flight.

UPDATE: Whilst very, very raucous in terminal, these British cheerleaders (who were come home with some 33 trophies from some big Ultimate Battle of the Cheerleaders thang) were actually pretty well behaved on the plane. Three cheers and a tiger!

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Empty cells

A pay phone area a O’Hare. Of the possible 21 phones, there’s only one here. UPDATE: It really was strikingly eerie. This is a relatively new terminal area (Terminal 5,…

A pay phone area a O’Hare. Of the possible 21 phones, there’s only one here.

UPDATE: It really was strikingly eerie. This is a relatively new terminal area (Terminal 5, International), and clearly there had once been more. But the cell phone has seriously made pay phones close to obsolete. I just wish I’d had a decent camera to snap the shot with.

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Travelogue

Got to the airport in plenty of time to make arrangements to upgrade my travel from Economy to Business Class. Except that, unlike what the happy-peppy folks at Expedia told…

  1. Got to the airport in plenty of time to make arrangements to upgrade my travel from Economy to Business Class. Except that, unlike what the happy-peppy folks at Expedia told me, since the trans-Atlantic hop is actually a BMI (British Midlands) flight, they can’t automatically do an upgrade from Denver — and, likely, an upgrade can’t be done at all because I didn’t contact them in advance (even though they are Dear, Bosom Buddies and Code Partners with United).

    *sigh*

    Well, I have a couple of hours in Chicago. With luck I can be friendly and courteous and get them to do it. I’ve flown decent trans-Atlantic hops on Economy before, but usually by lucking out with empty seats around me. Plus, Economy doesn’t have power, usually, which means I’m going to be reduced to writing by hand and to reading. Gads!

  2. United has redone their flight attendant instructions — used the same folks as they used for their Ted videos, only using a blue background a bit less hip.

    I would dearly love to see a video of this sort where the oxygen masks pop down and folks look startled. I don’t mean slapstick aghast and fainting — just have them look like they weren’t expecting, and have to think a moment about what to do. As it is, it’s rather disconcerting, because either these are Stepford Passengers, or else they are used to flying on airline where that sort of thing happens all the time. Neither is particularly comforting.

  3. I am on a flight with any number of rude people. People who pay no attention to the “please don’t put your jacket up in the overhead bins until we have all the suitcases up” and who turn their small bags sideways so that they take up four times the room, or who have bags that are too big and leave them hanging out of the overhead bins, or who put their little suitcase and their briefcase up above, even on a fully booked flight.

    *sigh*

  4. Had an Internet crisis at DIA — the old T-Mobile or whatever WiFi service they had on Concourse B has either been removed or is otherwise screwed up, because I couldn’t get a signal. Nor could I even get the wired Net service at the Qwest Business Center to work. Which made things a bit more stressful, since I was supposed to get some info back to my boss for a high level meeting today.

    Ah, well. Guess that’s what telephones are for.

  5. My flight across the pond is on BMI. Managed to get (by dint of being a Silver Dude on United, perhaps) into the Economy Not-Quite-Steerage section, which was all to the good — narrow seats, but plenty of leg room … and, as I’m in the last row of the section, I can lean back and not worry I’m crushing someone.

    Food, wine, umpty-six channels of entertainment. And … huzzah! A computer power outlet! And I just happen to have …

    … wait … battery? … lights not … well, rats — it seems to be out of commission. Annoying. Though I should have enough power to come close to finishing my Storyball story.

  6. Narrow, uncomfortable seats, though plenty of leg room. Didn’t get to sleep much. Watched (God help me) Doom, then O Brother Where Art Thou, then a few fragments of A Shot in the Dark.

    Ended up the flight feeling icky and stinky and definitely checking into the hotel in Glasgow when I arrive, even if that leaves me with less time in the office today.

  7. Manchester Airport is busy and difficult to figure out where one is trying to get to, but there’s wireless in the waiting areas. Thus …

Spazzing out

Somehow I missed the firestorm that Tiger Woods started by using the term “spaz” to refer to his own putting style during the Masters. While in the US the term…

Somehow I missed the firestorm that Tiger Woods started by using the term “spaz” to refer to his own putting style during the Masters. While in the US the term is only mildly insensitive, in the UK it’s evidently considered right up there with the “N” word for rudeness (though, according to this BBC study, “spastic” is still somewhat less offensive than the “N” word, though less so than “dickhead”).

Which just goes to show that you not only have to be polite these days, but multi-culturally polite.

Symbolic travel

These might come in handy: a downloadable catalog of generic travel symbols, as designed by AIGA at the behest of the DOT. Someone’s even made a movie using them. (via…

These might come in handy: a downloadable catalog of generic travel symbols, as designed by AIGA at the behest of the DOT. Someone’s even made a movie using them.

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Let’s cheer for bare belly buttons!

Or not. I can imagine folks suggesting that bare midriffs in cheerleading competitions might somehow be indecent. I wouldn’t agree, but I can imagine it. I couldn’t have imagined this…

Or not.

I can imagine folks suggesting that bare midriffs in cheerleading competitions might somehow be indecent. I wouldn’t agree, but I can imagine it. I couldn’t have imagined this particular reason for banning them:

Australian cheerleaders have been banned from baring midriffs by officials of the sport who fear displays of skin may encourage eating disorders. Gymnastics Australia has ordered cheerleading troupes to find new uniforms by the end of the year.

Nerine Cooper, national cheerleading manager for Gymnastics Australia, said the decision, which followed similar moves in the United States and elsewhere, was needed because cheerleaders often performed in front of family groups. “We don’t want girls to feel under pressure to lose weight because of uniforms,” she told Sydney’s Sunday Telegraph.

Right. Because cheerleaders will not feel any pressure to lose weight because their midriffs are covered.

Granted, the bare midriff look is one that really does require very particular muscle tone. I see way too many women going for the bare midriff whose waistline runneth over. (They go right along with the men who do the same thing, so it’s not just a sexist thing here.)

In the United States, the National Federation of State High School Associations issued a new rule for the 2006-07 school year requiring that cheerleading uniforms cover the midriff.

Frankly, bare midriffs or not, I’m going to expect cheerleaders to have a lot of internal (and external) pressure to lose weight. I don’t expect this decision to change that, and it’s goofy to think it will.

No doubt we’ll see moves to ban Kim Possible …

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Get it? Got it! Good.

We’re reading Easter cards sent by various parental units. “If I got an Easter Egg for every time I thought about you …” Kitten reads (with a bit of prompting),…

We’re reading Easter cards sent by various parental units.

“If I got an Easter Egg for every time I thought about you …” Kitten reads (with a bit of prompting), “… my basket would EGGS-PLODE!”

She looks at me. “Get it, Daddy? Eggs-plode! Explode!”

She got a pun. She got a pun.

Seriously jazzed.

Glasgow weather

Bringing my overcoat, but may not really need it. (flag via 3DFlags.com)…

Bringing my overcoat, but may not really need it.

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Mistelle

Amongst the post-dinner goodies we had was a bottle of Germain-Robin Mistelle of Mendocino Co. Cabernet Sauvignon grapes.Mistelles or mistellas, are actually a type of fortified drink, where brandy is…

Amongst the post-dinner goodies we had was a bottle of Germain-Robin Mistelle of Mendocino Co. Cabernet Sauvignon grapes.Mistelles or mistellas, are actually a type of fortified drink, where brandy is added to unfermented grape juice (in the US it actually has to be at least partially fermented). All of which explains both the sweetness and the kick of what we quaffed.

Alas, Germain-Robin no longer makes a Mistelle. though they are evidently one of the pre-eminent brandy-makers in the US. Because of demand, they have passed on their processes (and supply the brandy) to Perry Creek Vineyards.

Good stuff. Yum.

A very nice evening

Had Jackie and Doyce, and Randy, and Stan over for Easter Saturday dinner. Originally scheduled for a Saturday when it looked like I was going to be travelling Sunday evening….

Had Jackie and Doyce, and Randy, and Stan over for Easter Saturday dinner. Originally scheduled for a Saturday when it looked like I was going to be travelling Sunday evening.

Lots of good food, lots of fun. Played Smarty Party and Kuuduk, both of which were enjoyable. Food and drink and quite the nice time. Which was exceedingly pleasant, at least for us.

Doyce and Kaylee

With the same hairstyle. this post enabled by airblogging.com….

With the same hairstyle.

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Little girls, a comparative study

Kitten and KK. this post enabled by airblogging.com….

Kitten and KK.

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Yeah, you just try goin’ for my feet, buster …

Believe it or not, this particular rabbit is real. The above-displayed photograph and accompanying information were taken from a 3 February 2006 New York Post article. The critter pictured is…

Believe it or not, this particular rabbit is real.

The above-displayed photograph and accompanying information were taken from a 3 February 2006 New York Post article. The critter pictured is Herman, a German Giant hare belonging to German breeder Hans Wagner. The extraordinarily large hare weights 17 lbs., measures 17 inches high on all fours, and stands over three feet tall on his hind legs.

Okay, that’s just scary.

Rendering unto Caesar

Well, did taxes yesterday. The Good News is, I got them done, without any major quandaries. The Bad News is it took me most of the day, which was irksome….

Well, did taxes yesterday. The Good News is, I got them done, without any major quandaries. The Bad News is it took me most of the day, which was irksome. The Mixed News is that both Uncle Sam and Uncle will owe us a bit of change — good because, damn, no big check due, bad because, well, it means they’ve had that much of our money unnecessarily.

We need to do some looking at our withholding for the rest of the year. Some of our charitable contributions are going to be changing, and that could have some impact on stuff. Make a mental note look at that before, oh, December …

Argentina on Two Steaks a Day

It’s meaterrific! Hell, it’s making me hungry just reading it. (via kottke)…

It’s meaterrific! Hell, it’s making me hungry just reading it.

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