Just like the title of the post says, I am some 30,000 feet in the air at the moment, on my way to Dallas-Fort Worth, and from there to San Diego to spend several days visiting Sarah. I joined the cult of Jobs several months ago, so I've been taking advantage of the free wi-fi on the plane and watching a little STAR TREK on my shiny iPhone to my pass the time. The older gentleman next to me has been watching episodes of MAVERICK on his iPad. Earlier in the flight he told me he was upset that he didn't wait to get the iPad 3.

Otherwise, it's quite gorgeous up here above the clouds.

Ah, and now it's that point of the day where the call volume at work convulses and dies, and I have time to reflect about how I wish I had a beer in my hand.

The impending weekend is especially welcome as I've been a little out of it all day today. I stood in the elevator in the parking garage today for a full minute before I realized I wasn't moving. The doors opened again and my manager stepped in. She looked at me askance while I dumbly stared back.

"Forgot to select a floor?" she asked.

"Yep," I said.

She nodded. "It happens."

Yeah, not my finest moment.

The highlight of my day, though, was the guy striking a very heroic pose -- shoulders proudly squared, hands on hips -- as he used the restroom. Like seeing Superman piss into a urinal. It would have been weird had it not been so funny.

So yeah. As the kids are wont to say these days, "Thank Cthulhu it's Friday."

Going to the Funny Bone tonight to see Thomas Wilson (Biff Tannen of the BACK TO THE FUTURE trilogy) perform. I am secretly hoping that Old Biff will show up to harangue his younger self and give him a mysterious gift.

That, or as a grand finale, I'd settle for watching him wreck a '46 Ford convertible into a manure cart on the main street of the Greene.

That's not the real Eiffel Tower, obviously. I'm at King's Island for the day. Haven't been in five years. Hopefully I won't die of heatstroke.

I took this picture of wallpapercovering the walls in the restroom of a thrift store in Dayton. Various "artists" had captioned some of the photos. Most just took lines from HAPPY GILMORE and added the word "fag." Creative blokes, them.