Airport Stories
So how bagged am I, as I sit in Pearson airport waiting for my flight, having had but a single recuperation day after the Finland trip? Astonishingly, not very. Fell into bed on my return on Monday night, slept for twelve hours, and last night got a better-than-usual pre-Gen Con sleep. Even my voice seems to be recovering. However, I'm sure an ( Read more... )
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The danger of a missing capital. I read this as a liederhosen-clad genuine German sheperd who moonlights as police dog controller.
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Yeah, but, dude...
You just experienced ROPECON!
Like, two days ago.
I mean, seriously. SERIOUSLY. Jealous.
Sigh.
Pass my best on to all at Gencon!
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Quotes: " A large group of 16 year olds on some kind of expensive field trip form a circle to chat as they wait for their flight. The young ladies are pretty, put together, each sporting her own distinct look. The poor guys are, each and every one of them, slobby mutants. The injustices of puberty... Then the girls open their mouths to speak, and equality of awkwardness is achieved."
A more better (yes, I meant it that way) description of modern youth I have not yet heard.
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I had bought a copy of Bad Attitude magazine (lesbian butch BSDM), not because I cared one way or another about it, but because it had been seized that summer going into canada, and Glad Day had lost a shipment because of it. So the cover read BANNED IN CANADA!
Canada Customs Lad: "Anything to declare?"
*I hands over stuff*
Customs agent flips through comics, ignoring XXXenophile, and gets to Bad Attitiude. Opens it up, and flips through it page by page, then closes it and slides everything else back across the table to me, unlooked at.
CCL: "Looks like an interesting magazine. No wonder we can't get it in Canada." *waves me through*
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Lynne
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