I've been flying enough lately to realize that I really don't know what the hell to do anymore when I'm passing through security. When I flew less it seemed to be a lot easier, but now, due to a lack of any semblance of consistency when it comes to my screening from time to time, I've fallen into confusion. Yes, confusion, frustration, and a total incomprehension of why my shoes must be in a different bin than my cell phone, and why I should have taken off my beanie before crossing through the metal detector. Once again On The Media has come to the rescue, in the form of this story. The TSA now has a blog in order to win our hearts and minds. Or at least to ease our minds and make that heart burn go away. Or something.
Showing posts with label sort of hating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sort of hating. Show all posts
Monday, February 18, 2008
I Wanna Blog For The TSA
I've been flying enough lately to realize that I really don't know what the hell to do anymore when I'm passing through security. When I flew less it seemed to be a lot easier, but now, due to a lack of any semblance of consistency when it comes to my screening from time to time, I've fallen into confusion. Yes, confusion, frustration, and a total incomprehension of why my shoes must be in a different bin than my cell phone, and why I should have taken off my beanie before crossing through the metal detector. Once again On The Media has come to the rescue, in the form of this story. The TSA now has a blog in order to win our hearts and minds. Or at least to ease our minds and make that heart burn go away. Or something.
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party?,
sort of hating,
the TSA confiscated my baby
Monday, February 11, 2008
Feeding Family Not Going Well

Spree-dawg is forever falling on harder and harder times. I read somewhere that 90% of former NBA players are broke five years after retirement. YUP.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Juno Hate
We were just talking about this last night:
Hating Juno. I ended up liking the movie, but I can agree with Dana Stevens and say that through the first 20 minutes I thought I'd really hate it, honest to blog.
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hot ellen page,
sort of hating,
teen pregnancy
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