I am, as they say, teh st00pid

Got up at 4:30 to drive Steve to the airport for his 7:05 flight. Only I just checked the flight status and it's a 7:50 flight. Ooops.

Well, we have time for breakfast, anyways.

Early Morning Cold Taxi

Have returned from the airport at the precise time our alarm normally goes off. There's just something wrong about that. For extra joy, the initial wake-up burst of energy has passed, and I'm ready to fall asleep again.

I do like driving in the early morning, oddly enough, though it's truly sick how the Turnpike is already pretty darn full (if not yet actually slowed) at 6am. The aliens need to hurry up and bring us people-moving technology.

No. No! NONONONONONONONO...!

reddragdiva brought this horror to my attention. Short version: Keanu "Whoa." Reeves as John Constantine of Hellblazer. It is to vomit, copiously and without let.

(I'd heard this rumored some time ago, but I thought it was as full of hooey as most of them are, even the awful ones. But, no.)