Awww man what a day. Finally sitting here in my suite trying to relax my damn shoulders, neck and upper back. Flying is such a pain in the ass. You know what else is a pain in the ass? Chicago. The airport at least. That's where I had a layover. We landed on a new runway. Which happens to be two fucking miles away from the airport. Hmmm... Just kidding. It's a big airport. Finally get to the terminal and I have to book my ass over to my next terminal in another concourse. Make it with 30 minutes left to board. But then.... the flight is suddenly pushed out another hour. Oh well. I meander over to the Hudson News. A shop where they are currently out of the New York Times newspaper. I know this for a reason. I'm standing in the shop, dialing Brandi to say hi out of boredom. Mid-dialing, I turn to my right towards the entrance to the shop. BOOM! None other than the R-e-v-e-r-e-ndddd Jesse Jackson is walking in, staring directly at me and we nod at each other. He then skirts around me searching for the New York Times, Chicago Trib, and several other dirty rags. I about shit my pants standing.
I've been joking that the liberals may ban me from the country while I am away during the inaguration. Now I'm convinced! Obama's got his lib friends following me! The major players too!
Joking aside, I watched people stare, double-glance, etc at him in disbelief. Most don't say a word to him and they look away if he looks their direction. Pussies. I nodded with the man.
I go back to my terminal. And guess what.... The r-e-v-e-r-e-nddd passes me. He is going the same way. He ends up in the terminal right next to mine. I watch for half an hour as people go up to greet him, get pictures with him, and one woman I do believe chewed his ass out over something. Not too sure, but it looked like he became quite uncomfortable and started aggressively shuffling his newspapers about. I didn't care much for a picture, but the opportunity was staring me in the fucking face. I had to do it.
I got it. I'll post it """ here """" when I get back home. My memory card refuses to cooperate with this computer. I'm not making this shit up. You can't make this shit up. Well, you can, I guess, but it would be quite depolarable of a person to do so. At least stupid.
I'm so hanging that up in the office too! I'll call it Sean's liberal side corner or something. I dunno.
Okay, so it's snowing in Toronto and the roads suuuuuck. I don't think Canada owns any snow plows. Seriously. Not one. Oh wait, they do have 5 that I know of. But they are all at the airport plowing the runways and making me sit in my uncomfortable airplane in a holding pattern circling over Lake Ontario. Party.
I think that's it for the day. OH! I finally finished the half way point on the same book I started reading 3 years ago on this same trip! What a shitty book. It's all I had left to read. So I'm determined to finish it. It went to Toronto with me for 6 weeks during my initial IMAX training, and recently to Alaska for a week and a half. And now on this trip I finally pushed passed further than half (give me some credit- I only read it during flight and I started over for Alaska). Don't look at me like that. Or the computer screen. I'll finish the bastard.
As you can see I'm feeling a little comedic and sarcastic today. And with that, I have nothing else for you at this time.
Check back tomorrow!
