As you may know, I am leaving to go on a cruise in Hawaii tomorrow (and, if you didn't know, you probably also don't care). I was planning on having it be seven days of worry-free frolicking, and I'm sure it will, but now it's going to be bookended by several hours of airport hassle, sans liquids, thanks to some stupid terrorists. I mean, really, couldn't they schedule their little mass-murder thing for a time when I don't have to fly out of SFO? Honestly. It's not like I even travel that much anymore.
And why is it always planes? Ooh yeah, blowing up an airplane; that's a new one. Not. Would it kill them to be a little bit more original with their suicide attacks? It's not like there aren't any other ideas out there. They could flood the San Andreas fault to cause an earthquake that would destroy Silicon Valley, so they can take over the world's microchip industry (hey, if it's good enough for Christopher Walken...). Or maybe they could do like in that one tv movie with Rob Lowe where the terrorists tried to steal a train full of nuclear waste to do something with. I think. It might have been Dean Cain. Anyway, my point is that I'm kind of annoyed that I'm going to have to get to the airport about four hours early tomorrow, and also that I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, so I'm kind of incoherent.
'Til tomorrow, then, when with any luck travel blogging should begin in earnest. Unless it doesn't.