how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Ten bits of information I learned or was reminded of on my vacation to Ames, Iowa:
1: There is nothing to eat in Cincinnati Concourse A except chips and hot dogs, despite it having 22 gates.
2: Delta's in-flight magazine, Delta Sky, needs better editors. "[Andersen Corporation] is also, according to Forbes (which ranks the company No. 132 on its 2001 list of the 500 largest private companies), one of the largest private companies in the United States." Thank you for that final clarification, as I oh so did not get the point from the parenthetical.
3: Disc golfly, I am better with the tight, short, tree-heavy holes than with the long, open holes.
4: Ed, Beth-Annie, Kalista, moM, and daD are all lovely game participants. And lovely people, too, I suppose.
5: If you rent a car from Enterprise in Richmond, you cannot drive it west of the Mississippi.
6: I really like dried beef. It would be first in the Hierarchy of Dried Meats.
7: I really like nine-foot ceilings. It would be first in the Hierarchy of Ceilings Nine-Feet-Tall or Shorter.
8: Des Moines has better and more arthouse film choices than Richmond. Ugh.
9: When they say get to the airport an hour ahead of time, sometimes they actually even mean it.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.