Hey Friends List
Okay so let me begin by saying a well deserved great big hello and happy birthday to cabenson. So good looking for a hundred and two and that addiction to cough syrup. Damned impressive really.
Also I have a couple of pieces written for the 5 things meme but they're hand-written so it's going to take me a while to decipher and I want to get them all written before I post so bare with me a while longer would you, and keep in mind that if you still want to send me a challenge to feel free. Some of the entries are spiraling out of the realm of ficlets into full length fics so they may take more time.
Now for those of you that keep track of the migratory patterns of the Ki, our southward movement was delayed again this spring so that I only arrived back in Nebraska last Friday. Thanks to bad weather in Newark I couldn't get a direct flight to Omaha so I had to fly to Texas first. Houston is kind of interesting, the runways and jet ways run over streets and highways so you see cars rushing toward you as you land and get to the gate. But none of this even compares with my most horrific experience:
CUSTOMS and HOMELAND SECURITY
I got pulled off the customs line into secondary, where they take you back to one of the little rooms and generally engage in mental warfare. And when it comes to mental warfare this is one chick that ain't up to playing. Not only did they go through all of my carry ons they also pulled my luggage off the plane, turned every page in every book, in every notebook, opened every CD case, and touched all of my underwear. All of this is happening in Halifax as CHS now has border outposts at most major Canadian airports and I figure that Halifax and places like it are where bad little customs agents are sent to cope with Canadian weather. I'm not angry just still kind of upset because it was so off putting and I am now utterly convinced that CHS agents are rejects from the police academy (some of them might even have been rejects from the Police Academy movies) and the military cause they get uniforms and badges and generally get to suspect everyone of being up to something.
On a happier note, there were some very cute flight attendants. Yummy.
All right off I go to write. Wish me well as I wish you.
xx,
K
Also I have a couple of pieces written for the 5 things meme but they're hand-written so it's going to take me a while to decipher and I want to get them all written before I post so bare with me a while longer would you, and keep in mind that if you still want to send me a challenge to feel free. Some of the entries are spiraling out of the realm of ficlets into full length fics so they may take more time.
Now for those of you that keep track of the migratory patterns of the Ki, our southward movement was delayed again this spring so that I only arrived back in Nebraska last Friday. Thanks to bad weather in Newark I couldn't get a direct flight to Omaha so I had to fly to Texas first. Houston is kind of interesting, the runways and jet ways run over streets and highways so you see cars rushing toward you as you land and get to the gate. But none of this even compares with my most horrific experience:
CUSTOMS and HOMELAND SECURITY
I got pulled off the customs line into secondary, where they take you back to one of the little rooms and generally engage in mental warfare. And when it comes to mental warfare this is one chick that ain't up to playing. Not only did they go through all of my carry ons they also pulled my luggage off the plane, turned every page in every book, in every notebook, opened every CD case, and touched all of my underwear. All of this is happening in Halifax as CHS now has border outposts at most major Canadian airports and I figure that Halifax and places like it are where bad little customs agents are sent to cope with Canadian weather. I'm not angry just still kind of upset because it was so off putting and I am now utterly convinced that CHS agents are rejects from the police academy (some of them might even have been rejects from the Police Academy movies) and the military cause they get uniforms and badges and generally get to suspect everyone of being up to something.
On a happier note, there were some very cute flight attendants. Yummy.
All right off I go to write. Wish me well as I wish you.
xx,
K