Whoa.
I was surprised not to see Keanu Reeves on the wing of our plane, shouting for “Guns, lots of guns!” because we were totally in the Matrix. It was white above, below, and all around us for the entire descent. I watched closely for when it would break, and we were no more than a few hundred feet off the ground before I could see. At that point, cars were cars, not specs, and roads were wide, instead of tiny lines. When the attendant reminded us to check our seatbelt security as we tooled into the terminal, I helpfully pointed out to the guy next to me that she meant, “holy shit we’re sliding”.
The shuttle arrived at my car, and, naturally, the rear door wouldn’t open. So my luggage (and everyone else’s) was stuck. He hemmed and hawed, tried it four times, drove up to the front, and finally a resourceful fella next to me pulled out some pins and the plastic hinged down and we all got our luggage.
Of course my car was covered in snow, and I drove 30 mph the whole way home.
So I’m kinda tired. However, I have a friend in need of amusement and affection! So I shall do my best to provide it. :)

I’m so glad I’m in San Francisco at the moment.
Interview went great. “Interview?” you ask? Yes, the one at Linden Lab. :)
I’m so glad I’m in San Francisco at the moment.
Interview went great. “Interview?” you ask? Yes, the one at Linden Lab. :)
Yow.
Yow.