Send Sled-dogs and pemmican, stat!

[theodosia]

Help! I'm trapped in the Minneapolis airport... well, at least for another half hour! I saved my flight time on my computer, forgetting that sometimes when you change time zones, the program 'helpfully' translates it into EST... which means my flight wasn't at 6 PM CST, it was 7 PM CST. Aaaaargh!

At least it wasn't in the opposite direction.

The other thing is that the MSP airport is huuuuuuge. And once you've got past security it's like Mallworld in here, with more shops than your average suburban mall. I ended up having dinner at Chili's, reading daughtershade's "Turnbull, PI" story.

They also have wireless access for $6.95. I signed on because I though I could justify it by getting some work email and tasks done, but alas, our VPN somehow doesn't work with it. So I'm forced to surf the airwaves instead....

Comments

[heuradys.livejournal.com]

::hugs:: You should be on the plane by now... it's 6:45. I hope you've found your car!

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

I did, I did!

Have I said "Thank you" enough times for the hospitality? Probably not, considering how much I enjoyed it and how grateful I am!

[ajinamoto.livejournal.com]

They also have wireless access for $6.95. I signed on because I though I could justify it by getting some work email and tasks done, but alas, our VPN somehow doesn't work with it. So I'm forced to surf the airwaves instead....

The things we're forced to do sometimes.

I've been watching "Airline," the thing on A&E about airports. I hope you're not running into any of those crazy passengers!

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

No crazy passengers, thank goodness. The guy with the babe-in-arms actually looked quite reasonable and the kid was cute, and he had a full array of baby-pacifying/baby-occupying objects with him so he wasn't planning to let the kid grab my hair and screech for three hours. But then he got to move so he had two seats, and =I= got two seats, so I was sure happier, and less cramped, too!

[djonn]

Trust me, you do not want to have anyone send pemmican.

I only know this secondhand, mind you, but it's a good secondhand; my grandfather on my dad's side spent a good deal of time interacting with various Indian groups during his career, and passed the stories and a few of the adventures on to my father -- whom he briefly sold off once in the course of a right-of-way negotiation.

Anyhow, returning to the matter at hand: pemmican, at least in the Pacific NW iteration, was apparently spectactularly vile. And messy (two of the major components being mashed huckleberries and hopefully-preserved salmon, emphasis on "hopefully").

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

Hee! Okay, only Martha-Stewart-style haute cuisine pemmican, with fragrant fresh huckleberries and lightly-killed salmon. Or whatever. All things considered, I'd probably prefer a turkey sandwich from Chili's, which is what I got. ;-)

[debetesse.livejournal.com]

I had my computer do the same thing to me. It's a real PitA when you're switching timezones all the time.

At least you're in a place with available Internet and stuff to do. There are some wicked boring airports out there.

::wanders off, whistling "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life"::

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Other times I've actually remembered to =put the local time zone number in the appointment subject= so that even if the appointment time gets shifted by the program, it is still apparent when the flight really is.

Or, you know, actually looking at my ticket. That's a trick that apparently I haven't mastered.