Did anyone else know that there is a channel that shows Perfect Strangers? Apparently, it's called ion and seems to show religious programming and old sitcoms. The ads so far have been for a Christian singles hotline (called Equally Yoked, which sounds kind of kinky to me), a way to kill rats that featured a little girl about to reach into a pile of rat droppings and finally, a bladder control medication. I guess people who watch old sitcoms and religious shows are alone in their rat-dropping filled homes, sitting in their own urine.
And this is what I watch instead of watching the Red Sox.
It's been a while since I've posted. I don't really have much to say. I haven't really been reading LJ very often, so I apologize if I have missed anything.
I went to Chicago a couple of weeks ago. I had a good time hanging out with everyone there.
Chicago photos and
Weird Al/Arizona State Fair photosOn the flight back, a family boarded the plane. The dad saw an open seat in the front row so he grabbed it. His wife & kids said "You're not going to sit there, right? You're going to sit with us?" He didn't say a word, and just sat down with this goofy little grin on his face.
Later on, there was a medical emergency. Somewhere over one of the boring states, one of the flight attendants made an announcement requesting that any medical personnel please identify themselves. A couple of people got up, and they all went to the back of the plane. A couple of minutes later, she made another announcement, this one specifically requesting a doctor. I was sitting up front, and this was all going on at the very back, so I couldn't see what was going on. If I hadn't been a failure as a pre-med student, perhaps I could have done something other than sit there flipping through a Southwest Airlines magazine.
They made an announcement saying we were making our final descent. Due to my apparent knowledge of light-pollution geography, I knew it was far too early to be doing that. As far as I could tell, we were somewhere north of Albuquerque at this point. I think they were just preparing in case we had to make an emergency landing, but we continued on to Phoenix.
A few minutes before we landed, the man who had been sitting in that front row got up, got his bag, and went to the back of the plane. Turns out the woman who was having the emergency was his wife. When we landed, Phoenix Fire came on and took the woman off, as the rest of the family followed behind. She looked pretty out of it, but she was alive & hooked up to an IV. I have no idea what happened.
The lesson here is: if you're traveling with your family, sit with them, and don't be a douchebag.
Other things I learned from my travel experience:
The Chinese restaurant in Midway Airport has a unique interpretation of Orange Chicken. Usually, the term "orange" refers to not only the color, but the flavor of the sauce as well. Not at this restaurant. My chicken was covered in something that can only be described as sugar water mixed with Mr. Sketch marker. It did not taste even remotely citrus-like.
In the aforementioned Southwest Airlines magazine, I learned that there is a company called
FlexPetz, which allows owners to have rent pets. You get companionship, without that pesky responsibility. You pay a monthly fee, and you get an appointment with your dog a couple of times a month. I can't decide if that is more or less douche-y than abandoning your wife to almost die in the back of an airplane. Probably slightly less, but it's close. The whole concept just creeps me out.
To conclude with something more positive, my best finding in the Skymall catalog was this:
Yes, that is indeed
a gun that shoots marshmallows.
Now you can combine your two favorite pastimes, eating and shooting stuff!
God bless America.
Tags: chinese food, consumable weaponry, flying, travel, vacations
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