coffee

In lieu of the entry I’m actually taking time to write and edit and revise and actually think about, I present linkfood.

‘In Teh Beginning’ (lolcats meets inexplicable meets … uh, you’ll see)

From Colter: ‘How To Get Your Love On’ on relationships:

Damn that stupid coffee. Not only did I stay up until two a.m., I slept through breakfast. I am really starting to lose my temper here, and being hungry doesn’t help. But I did have fun watching contestants get manipulated on The Price Is Right. Great. So I wandered downstairs and raided the vending machine—again. They’re out of Pop-Tarts and all of the good chips. It’s me and Mr. Goodbar dining together again. When I get out of this sterile carcass of a hotel room I’m going to have a real honest-to-God meal with minimally-processed food. I’m craving vegetables.

I don’t want to go downstairs. I want something to drink besides water, though. I just finished watching an episode of “The Operation” about hair transplant surgery, and I really need something else to think about. So I’ve fired up the mini coffeemaker provided with this room, and made a tiny little pot of coffee. I poured myself a cup of the stuff, and dumped eight packets of sugar and three packets of creamer into it.

More television. During one of my restless moments, I opened the curtains to look outside. It was the first time I’d looked outside since twilight fell. I forget the eerie beauty that comes with ice storms. My window has icicles that vary between six and eight inches long. The asphalt parking lot twinkles in the light; there is at least an inch of ice there. I cannot even imagine what the roads must be like.

I’ve had another flight canceled out from under me today. The airport is still shut down. I’ve been rescheduled on another airline on Thursday evening.Cabin fever is starting to set in. I had to go out to the other hotel for lunch today. My hotel is midway up on a hill, and does not have a restaurant. The next hotel over…er, well…UP…had a restaurant. Normally, going from one hotel to the other would take maybe twenty seconds. Today it took twenty minutes.

Well, that answers that question. The Little Rock Airport is, effectively, shut down. No flights will be entering or leaving. I will be here another day. So I’ve done what every stranded geek would do: get a long shower, watch a couple of sappy movies, and fired up the laptop and started writing.

Looks like I’m getting an enforced vacation. Looks like I’m going to have plenty of time to write tomorrow.