For one flight, I was behind a woman who seemed completely oblivious to all the security requirements. Kept her shoes on, kept her coat on, had a laptop in her carryon ... held up the entire line while she took off the coat and shoes, pulled out the laptop and turned it on, and then had to arrange everything JUST SO with each item in its own box/tray. Meanwhile, the entire line is backing up ... and she's trying to juggle more of those box/tray things than she can handle (didn't think of stacking them and then laying them out for the scanner).

A student at Brigham Young University had a fire in his apartment. His roommates helped him put it out. They noticed a lab type setup in the room. The student left the apartment, the roommates wondered about it for a bit, then called apartment management, who called the cops. Cops determine it was a meth lab.

Today the student showed up, his lawyer said "No, no, he wasn't on the run, the Veterans Day holiday screwed things up. And that lab was for making soap!"

The cops response is perfect:

"What gives this away that it was a meth lab is the fact it's a meth lab," said Provo Police Sgt. Brandon Post.

Dumb BYU student. Sad.

Thing I learned on my last trip is that (at least at SFO) you can put other stuff in the tray with your laptop as long as nothing is on top of the laptop. Helped me go from 3 trays to 2.

Not sure how this made it through proofreading, peer review, and copyediting.

I had nothing to do this afternoon so I should have asked to leave early. Instead I read a half-dozen articles on "Too Many Cooks."

The article in Tom's link now says: Original version published on 12 July 2014 has been replaced due to inclusion of an author's note not intended for publication.

Not sure how this made it through proofreading, peer review, and copyediting.

I had to click to be sure it wasn't one of my journals. Whew!

Hey, guys.

I caught up but didn't meara. Solace and support to those who need it and congratulations to those that deserve it. Which is everyone.

Ended up in the ER last night ($$$ I don't have) because of withdrawal symptoms. Apparently coming off narcotics gives you a hyperadrenal reaction, and I thought I couldn't breathe and my heart was going to leap out of my chest t /Supernatural

I swear, everything hurts. But I just got submitted for a job that's in my wheelhouse, so good. In Torrance, so bad.

Good luck with the job prospect! Sadly, from what I have been told "everything hurts" is par for the course for narcotics withdrawal. For a while.

Better safe than sorry, ita! You've got enough medical issues going on that chest pains and shortness of breath could be for reals (not that they weren't, just that they had an identifiable and transitory cause this time).

Evidently once I get my Uber phone, I'm OK to turn it on and start taking passengers. It really does seem kind of sketchy to me, but hell, I can use the flexibility to earn some money.