ah ... when politics gets, um, interesting

That's...bizarre, Toddson.

and ... just an ordinary Canadian town ... right?

So, I have a 10:15 flight on Friday morning. My dad is giving me a ride to the airport. When I asked him, I wasn't 100% sure of times, but I said I was pretty sure 8:30 would be good and I would confirm. A couple of days ago when I got a confirmation email from the airline, I forwarded it to Dad so he'd have times & flight numbers, etc., and confirmed that 8:30 is when I'd like to be picked up (figure an 8:30 pickup, 25-30 minutes to the airport, gets me there by 9:00, so an hour and change ahead of the [domestic] flight, so that should be fine). Last night I see that I've got an answer, from my dad's email but clearly written by his wife, that they'll be picking me up at 8:00 because my dad's concerned about traffic. So now I'm annoyed - I already did the airport math, I don't appreciate you deciding that you know better than me, but whatever, not worth the fight; I'll deal. But then the email is closed with, "Be sure you're ready on time." I'll be 50 freaking years old on Monday, could we maybe consider not talking to me like a recalcitrant teenager??!!!!!!111!! I mean, yes, I struggle with lateness, but I think you don't get to give me a hard time about lateness if you independently decide to be a half hour early (and what's really great is he'll probably show up earlier than that, so even if I'm on time I'll be late)!

But because he's doing me a favor, I can't answer the email the way I'd really like to, so you guys get to hear about it. Thus endeth the rant.

And on another note: I'm going to Baltimore on Friday!!!!!11!!!!1!

Rant away! Also, yay Baltimore!

Rant away, indeed! Can't wait to get together!!

Last night I see that I've got an answer, from my dad's email but clearly written by his wife, that they'll be picking me up at 8:00 because my dad's concerned about traffic. So now I'm annoyed - I already did the airport math, I don't appreciate you deciding that you know better than me, but whatever, not worth the fight; I'll deal. But then the email is closed with, "Be sure you're ready on time." I'll be 50 freaking years old on Monday, could we maybe consider not talking to me like a recalcitrant teenager??!!!!!!111!! I

I'm 50 as of yesterday. I will stinkeye them like crazy.

If they're going to treat you like a teen, get an allowance.

If they're going to treat you like a teen, get an allowance.

Hilariously, when Dad came to the door to grab my bag, he pulled out his money clip and handed me some cash for the trip!

Here is a thing that made me smile today.

How come, you ask? The Harris Fine Arts Center is at Brigham Young University, and in the Long Ago an 18-year-old Parker and a 22-year-old Connie joined other members of the campus science fiction club in dodging security and the custodial staff after hours. First time I was ever fought over for a team in anything: I actually had classes in the basement and could find my way out again.

What a delightful memory, amyparker. It made me smile too.