Toast, Moot

Listening to Simple Things, Pt. 2 by Dirty Vegas

Testing MoodBlast again.

Remember this…

It was like the beginning of the internets, well for me anyway. Suck.com was the shiznitz and I read it every day. I would even print it (onto dead trees and everything) so I could carry it around and share it with whoever I could show it to.

It was so witty and I was cool because I read it.

That was then.

Now, they still have the same article they put up over six years ago. All the writers have moved on and become fairly successful, but I do miss it.

Thank God for Radio Paradise, a simple pleasure on an otherwise terrible day. Hotter than hell in Dallas and the sun is shining through the window of the office I’m in and directly onto my forehead, giving my brain sunstroke.

104° outside.

Liquid or Gel?

So, last Wednesday I was walking through DFW airport at 5:30 in the morning when I saw something weird. Just past the army of workers clearing away the folding cots that littered the terminal from the previous nights “guests” and I saw a woman sitting by herself in the middle of a vast section of those incredibly uncomfortable airport chair/arm/chair/arm/chair dealies (they should be: arm/chair/arm/arm/chair/arm). But, I suppose, she wasn’t really alone. She had with her a see-through plastic carton of a dozen eggs.

Chicken eggs, I presume.

Which got me thinking… with all this War on Moisture stuff we have to suffer through at the airport, are eggs a liquid or gel? I mean, the contents certainly are, but does the whole thing count as a liquid or gel and the proper precautions taken?

I assume each egg is under the 3.5oz limit, but shouldn’t they have been all smashed together into a single Freedom Baggie?