Editor's note: I went to Reno and wrote some posts that I couldn't put up because I only had my work computer. Here is one.
Actually I don't care for it all that much -- too crowded, too massive, bad memories of my first job out of grad school (I got in trouble for a Dilbert cartoon in my cube), too much hair gel, etc. I would love, however, to have a vacation here just to eat the city's ethnic foods. I'll give it that.
As I type (but not as I post), I'm sitting at LAX waiting for my next flight from LA to Reno, and I just wanted to point out one place where the frenzy over airport security misses the boat. How do you get from terminal to terminal at LAX? By train? Nope. By walking? Nope. By teleportation? Nope, the writers who were supposed to put that in place are on strike.
You get from terminal to terminal on a bus that shares the tarmac with airplanes. Sharing it so much so, that there are stop signs in places so the bus can stop while the airplane goes by. And the bus wasn't driven by Jet Le or someone who's look would suggest "don't even it try it." It frightens me a bit, as it only takes one psychotic asshole to take over the bus and take out a passing airplane. Stupid stupid stupid.
The only other thing of note is that I got in and will leave too early for dinner, so I got some picante corn nuts and a bottle of water. Yummy, though the guy sitting across from me probably thinks I'm chewing too loud.
Oh well, off to Reno...
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