In which I now consider myself to be a resident of the Left Coast, visiting Iowa for a week.

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaack! Back online and back in Iowa, that is.

The captain of my flight out of Portland said that we could listen in to the air traffic control chatter on channel 9 if we wanted to, so I pulled out my iPod headphones and did just that. For the entire flight. And now I think it would be fun to push tin for a living. I could totally do it, too. It’s geek, but with planes instead of packets! (Not to mention you would not have believed how sexy that German Lufthansa pilot’s voice was! OMG. For real. WTF Lufthansa was doing in Denver I’ll never know, but whatever.) So I’ve decided I need to learn the phonetic alphabet. Alpha, bravo, charlie, delta, echo, foxtrot, golf, h, India, j, kilo, lima, motel, November, o, p, Quebec, r, sierra, tango, u, v, whiskey, x-ray, y, Zulu. I’m half-way there.

I’m taking a couple of gigs worth of stuff off of the iPod my brother gave me before I wipe it and put my stuff on it. Tedious. But worth it, for delicious tunes.

In fact, I’ll be spending all day playing with my new laptop (it’s old, but new to me and it works, and it’s MINE) and organizing my few belongings into coherence.

It takes a lot of software to make a laptop comfortable. And a lot of cleaning to make things that have been stored at The Ex’s house reasonably clean.