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[01:16] Vienna IS sunny! Airplanes DO suck!
Date: 5/30/05 at 9:16AM
Nothing out of the ordinary hapend so far on my epic journey - that is to say that I am all in favour of someone working out matter transference so I NEVER have to go on a bloody plane again. It started out amusingly when I sat down and the little video monitor popped up a message: PAIN PROGRESS
And I thought, "They can measure that somehow now?" and looked for neural probes in the headrest. Later I realised it said "PA IN PROGRESS". Other highlights of being rammed into tube with 300 other unfortunates for twenty one hours:
* Being given a plastic fork that I SWEAR should be on some kind of restricted access hard-core weapons list. I was so impressed I kept it! Seriousy, it is THE sharpest thing I've wielded for some considerable time and as my Swiss Army knife is in my luggage I'm hanging onto it in case I need to cut/impale something/one. Security will probably remove it when I go back through again.
* Stopping in Kuala Lumpur at 3am and getting booted off the plane....why??? Can't you refuel the bastard without it exploding or was it all just a cunning plan to get us to go through security again in case the terrorists amongst us had manufactured some sort of plane destroying wepon from the forks? Either way I left my juggling balls on the plane accidentally and, instead of being destroyed as was forewarned by the flight attendants they were decoratively placed around my seat - that was nice!
Well, I've killed three of my six hours here in Vienna. I escaped the airport but, fearful of never escaping the angry Austrians, I didn't stray far from the airport. I wandered around until I found a sunny poppy field with some pine tree to lean on (no, really) just outside the airport and read a copy of 2600 that I found. Whilst sunning myself I contemplated the Austrians passing me by on the airport feeder. They were travelling quite slowly due to some rather bizarre and un-Austrian (in my opinion) intersection design. They were going so slowly that one bloke hopped out of his car and marked his territory on one of my pine trees. I was actively not thinking about where I was lying and thankful I was using my Drizabone as a ground cover.
I've come back inside now and am getting ready for the last leg, soon it will all be over and I will have new and exiting English things to get upset about!
[22:16] A man with no luggage must play on the Interweb
Date: 5/29/05 at 6:16AM
Goddamn bastard Austrians took what I thought was my handluggage :(
On a seperate note. Samsung have littered the international terminal with free internet kiosks. The IP I'm coming from is 203.49.200.243, which I'll have a look at later. Theoretically I am paying for this by staring at the advertising plastered all over the stand (and off course by mentioning them in my high-profile, high traffic blog) but I suspect they're covertly monitoring keystrokes to grab passwords. It's running a nicely locked down 2K build by the looks of things. I hope I haven't caught anything nasty from this keyboard.
OK, since they're not going to board us I'll play on the interweb....
Apparently my IP resolves to visp.inabox.net. inabox.net resolves to 204.255.30.37. My IP seems to belong to Telstra.
Boarding time...
[20:07] How to not get to the UK in one easy step
Date: 5/29/05 at 4:07AM
Easy! Go to the wrong security gate mere minutes before your flight leaves! I tried this exciting experiment this morning but due to the fact that I fly too much (once a year in my opinion) and now know that carrying Swiss Army Knives, Keys, Metal Buttons, Foil Wrapped tasty treats, wearing evil boots with Metal Eyelets Of Death and having too much iron in ones blood are all criminal offences whilst travelling via air in this day and age I went suitably enunencumbered to the airport. Seconds after my error was discovered I managed to flee to the other end of the terminal (bless the Canberra "International" Airports tiny little boots) AND get through security again before my plane got bored and left.
So, I made it too Sydney and soon I will line up for the next plastic glove search to get into the International side of this airport before winging my way to sunny Vienna for a glorious 3 hours of relaxing airport perusal before the final leg of my journey to the UK.
A quick note for bloggers: The Inquirer has an interesting article on the pointless of living out here in the blognoence.
[15:02] To infinity and beyond
Date: 5/28/05 at 11:02PM
Well, today is the day!
In hindsight, chocking up yesterday with social obligations was not a great idea but at least I saw some folks! My bag is packed and whatever is left is....well, left I guess. Next stop London!
[21:42] Why I Shouldn't Be In IT
Date: 5/27/05 at 5:42AM
The problem with me being in IT is that I love pretty much every thing about it so when someone says something like "Hey, I was getting rid of this " I invariably say "I'll take that" which is why I have just removed a 386 desktop and laptop, a 486, a Pentium 90, a Pentium II 266 a PIII, a dot matrix printer, a HP Laserjet IV, 2 canabilised cases, a 17",15"and 14" monitor and a grab bag of cables, drives and modems. Luckily the 486 was still working and had a copy of Police Quest I (why wouldn't it) installed so I spent a happy half hour playing that before trying to drive at Code-3 speeds and smacking into the house opposite the river.
What to do with all of the "treasure" I removed from the garage? These days you can't really dump it at the tip, not now that we know what happens when you do (unless you have no morals anyway) so my options are either pay the $10 per computer and $15 per monitor at the Waste Management Center ("tip" is SO gauche darling) OR take them to these guys: Charity Computers. I was pretty stoked when I found out about these guys. I like the idea that someone who can't afford to buy a computer can make use of this stuff. Admittedly it's run by Christians but even they aren't all bad.
So, most of the junk from the garage is gone (I couldn't bring myself to chuck the 386 or the 486, they're going to mind the house for me with my sister) and I've the rest of the day to pack...yay! I'm sort of over that too, I think I'll just give everything to Vinnies and buy new stuff when I get there.
[06:06] Quake
Date: 5/26/05 at 2:06PM
Good things for today: my signed contract turned up in the magical e-mail so I now have a definite reason to catch the plane on Sunday and I managed to get my room mostly cleaned up.
Unfortunately I struck a hitch pretty late in the piece when I came across my old games archive. I've happily spent the last hour playing Quake 1 (by the virtue of WinQuake).
So, I'm leaving on Sunday and I haven't started packing yet. Tomorrow for sure. Unless I get into Police Quest anyway. For now, to bed, before mt cat rips my face off.