Thanks to the war on terruh, if you go through a metal detector at the airport and some loose change sets it off, you'll be asked to walk through a backscatter Xray machine that can see through your clothes and show every naked intimate inch of you. The TSA originally said such technology was only being looked at and they weren't serious about implementation – but of course they’re now testing it in Phoenix and will be expanding the backscatter machines to other airports this year. You can refuse the invasive machine and get a standard pat down, though if my most recent trip to the airport is any indication, the TSA loves to frisk elderly women, who, if you've watched any footage of the Taliban training, are totally like jihad.

posted by Lazlow at 6:44 PM  on Wednesday, February 28, 2007

The kid screeches something inaudible. The unshaven father grunts something underneath an Amtrak pillow. The Mom hits a high pitch warble. Then the daughter chimes in with a groan. Then they start over. The rhythm of the train keeps it going again, like a rave, where they repeat themselves, and i'm trapped in a train car with an annoying family and over-compensating heat blasting. oh, and the train ride is 9 hours. A 50 minute flight from Burlington, Vermont turned into a mentally gelatinous mess Sunday as everything was canceled, Delta was rebooking my flight for 2 days later(others were rebooked for 4 days later) and i hopped on the train instead. I love the train. However, the family in front of me had never taken the train. Mom and dad barked into cell phones. Plump children fed their habit with Cheetos. And I disappeared into my PSP.

posted by Lazlow at 11:43 PM  on Monday, February 26, 2007

Boing Boing has an interesting bit on typography treatments of famous movie scenes, including this one from Pulp Fiction.

posted by Lazlow at 4:13 PM  on Friday, February 23, 2007

Wil Wheaton, who thinks he's really fancy, has 18 blogs, and i had none. He would make fun of me on the phone, and every time I read his blog i would feel mocked, silently. People would ask "why don't you have a blog?" My dog had a blog where she would take pictures of her, um, droppings, and then put them on a Japanese blog. She told me it was the #6 blog site in Japan. Woot!

But blogs are really, like, important. It's really important for people to have plenty of links to click on and for their to be another outlet for political ranting. I've been wanting to like, talk about how like, everyone says like A LOT. So pretty soon i'll have a blog about that. So my friend Bill, who does drugs and runs his SUV into rivers causing thousands of dollars in damage to new cars set up my new website. Thanks Bill, and thank you America.

posted by Lazlow at 12:08 PM