The Freakonomics blog predicted what air travel will look like in ten years. BoingBoing discusses:

The Freakonomics blog reached out to a bunch of economists, travel execs and thinkers to imagine what US air travel will look like in ten years. I've said it before, but it bears repeating: the future of high-end air-travel is Ninja Air. The night before your flight, a highly trained ninja sneaks into your bedroom, blowdarts you, packs your suitcase, shrinkwraps you and sticks a routing tag on you. You are shipped, unconscious and stacked like cordwood, to your destination. Another ninja carries you (and your bags) off the plane and checks you into your hotel. Then he (or she) unpacks your suitcase, peels the shrinkwrap off you, tucks you into bed and climbs out onto the window ledge. Silently he (or she) blowdarts you again with the antidote, slipping silently off the ledge and down the side of the hotel, as you yawn and stretch, refreshed and in a new city, with no recollection of any intervening travel.

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Yeah, the Freakonomics prediction might be more "likely" but I'm gonna cross my fingers that the BoingBoing prediction comes true....

When Chocolatiers Attack! Chocolatier resigns after "act of truffle-squishing" in a rival store.

Barry Colenso, chocolatier to the Queen and Prince Charles, the man who created the first billboard made of chocolate, and who has been nicknamed "Willy Wonka" has resigned from his position at Thorntons' after being caught by a surveillance camera as he squished a rival company's candies.

"The master chocolatier was caught on CCTV ruining chocolates worth £63.50 at the Hotel Chocolat store in Nottingham. Staff said he was observed 'handling truffles in a suspicious manner'.

"A quick check after he had left revealed a trail of destruction across the glass unit of the display counter as truffle after truffle had been mercilessly squashed under thumb. 'This was an extraordinary act of truffle-squishing. We can only guess at what provoked it,' said a Hotel Chocolat spokesman..."

But it cuts both ways. She could just as well publicize (even inadvertently) their breakage of their own rules, either in the normal course of business of for celebrities. Then they look bad. Viewed from that perspective, I"m not very sympathetic with Ellen.

Oh, she was taking the responsibility for it -- she was upset because what she did lost the kids their dog.

ION, porn:

It's hard times in Porn Valley. On September 19, Christopher Jack Reid, aka porn star Jack Venice, turned himself into Washington police on burglary and rape charges related to a series of incidents at Washington State University sororities. On September 29, Inkyo Volt Hwang, aka adult video director Chico "Wanker" Wang, was found dead in a Morgan Hill, California, motel room, and, on August 21, Maryam Irene Haley, aka adult film actress Haley Page, was found dead in King City, California. On June 29, Hwang had been arrested by the LAPD on charges of kidnapping and assaulting Haley. King City police stated Hwang had been implicated in Haley's death. On October 9, Brian Gilbert Barnes, aka porn star Brian Surewood, was involved in what authorities believe was a road-rage incident in Reseda, California, in which a mother and her two children were critically injured. One of the children, a five-year-old boy, later died. Barnes has been charged with murder, vehicular manslaughter, reckless driving, and leaving the scene of an accident. Meanwhile, a Cal-OSHA representative paid a visit to the set of a porn movie last week, porn profits are down, and Shelley Lubben's converting porn stars into God-fearing Christians. In Porn Valley, it's Armageddon.

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One of the scariest things that ever happened to me was being in a box between four semis and unable to get out. Since no one was letting me out, I became convinced they couldn't see me. I leaned on the horn for what felt like forever until one of the guys on the side finally let me out.

My heart still gets a little tippy just typing that.

I'm glad this is being, so far, a mild headcold. But the sneezing! OMG THE SNEEZING and NEEDING TO SNEEZE! Driving me batshit.

This is the first time I've braved a cold without my blue sudafed (fuck you methmakers and overzealous reactionary legislators) and at least it isn't too bad. Yet. (Repeat my FU to the respective parties. I WANT MY BLUE SUDAFED.)

I am a really aggressive driver. just as well for all that I live in NYC without a car.

work story. 2 employees - they work in different departments, their work does not require them to work together very much, certainly not daily. They eat lunch together everyday, IM pretty much constantly, stop by each others desks for chats min. of 5 times a day for 10-20 min at times. weird? friends? no big?

One of my neighbors just gave me a present. It's my book, hard bound in leather with the title and my name embossed in silver on the spine.

HOLY SHIT.

It's just so fucking thoughtful.

One of my neighbors just gave me a present. It's my book, hard bound in leather with the title and my name embossed in silver on the spine.

That's awesome. Our publisher for the Bubblegum book had two hardbound copies made for me and Kim and it was very cool.

One of my neighbors just gave me a present. It's my book, hard bound in leather with the title and my name embossed in silver on the spine.

That is so cool!