Passports for air entry into the US

Well, they snuck this one in on us. Nearly all air travelers entering the U.S. will be required to show passports beginning Jan. 23, including returning Americans and people from Canada and other nations in the Western Hemisphere.

I don't think it's going to be that a big a deal for Canadians flying into the US since most of you guys already have passports. But it could cause complications for a US citizen who wants to fly to Canada and then fly back into the States. The good news, such as it is, is that getting a US passport is fairly straightforward and takes only about six weeks. At least it was like that when I got my first passport back in the mid-80s.

Anyway, thought you might like to know. Oh, and everyone will need passports for land entry starting in Jan. '08. My fellow Americans - beat the rush and get your passport now *g*

New BSG time slot

According to Variety, BSG will be moving to Sunday night at 10 when it comes back in January. The ratings are slipping, and Fox SciFi wants to try it there for a while.

Excuse me while I retreat momentarily into some Firefly-related PTS. Are they going to start fucking around with BSG now? I do not, not, never, not trust Fox.

Thanks to shanna and gabrita for pointing out my hysterical hallucination about Fox. I'm still a bit concerned, but not nearly as much as when I thought it was Fox doing the switch. I'm shell-shocked, babies!

Hopefully here in Canada, Space will continue its current schedule. Although that means that we'll be a week behind and I'll have to assiduously avoid the spoiler recaps on TWoP. Small price to pay, and it beats when we were what - six months behind last year?

Let's face the music . . .

and daaaaaaaaaaaaaaance!

Good morning :) Well, that was an ungrammatical, illegible, drug/alcohol-induced masterpiece of nonsense, wasn't it? I'm much better now having slept for nine hours. I never did make it out of my room and down the hall to get another shot of Irish cream; I can literally stretch out and touch my bed from where I'm sitting at my desk, yet as I remember it, it took me about 15 steps to get from here to there on my way to the door. I then decided that hey, maybe I would actually fall asleep if I would just. lie. down! Yes, yes, yes, that amazing piece of insight was brought to you by the waste dump that is Mays's brain. Heh.

So I was definitely out of it. And again I swear to you that it was courtesy of one little sleeping pill and one shotglass full of Irish cream whiskey. Sipped. Across many minutes. This surgery has made it ridiculously easy for me to get smashed out of my mind. And you can bet that they never put that factoid in the informational pamphlet :)

OK then. Yupper, I was talking about budclare and the zombies, and it was caerwynx who I was exhorting to work on getting the rotating book shelves in place. Which, by the way, I still think is a damn fine idea. I worked in a bank right out of high school, before the age of computers (yes, Dar - "when dinosaurs roamed the earth," thank you very much); all the customers' checks were stored in this huge filing system that rotated so that only four long bins were visible at any time. It was very cool, and it kept at eye level only what you needed to see. That's what we need in bookstores for us middle-aged types. So as I was saying: work on that, OK?

Dar and I went to a candle party last night. You know - like tupperware except it was candle related. The daughter of Alpaca Deb was hosting it, so we felt obligated to go. As you do. I was dead tired already, and it was night, and I have to say again that unless you've grown up out in the country you have no real concept of just how dark a starless, moonless night can be. We just about crawled the whole way down Concession 3 which is the country road that runs perpendicular to our sideroad. There are very few houses, no street lights, and no markings on the road at all to differentiate the road from the shoulder and the, you know, big freaking ditch just past that. Fun. The main road was a lot faster because it had reflecting lines on it, but seriously - I cannot see myself driving down these back roads at night in any sort of bad weather. I see now why the Mennonites stick to horses.

I should shove off here and do something practical. I just wanted to check in and to say that I laughed my ass off at your laughing your asses off at me. I live to make a fool of myself serve *g*

It's the Insomnia follies brought to you by Imovane and O'Connoley's Irish cream whisey

Huzzah@ Look, I'm Michael J. Foz; I' ind of sloppig around all ove the desk and th keyboard. I feel as if I should take this aoppurtuntiy to drum up support for hs tance on stemscell research Hi, I Michael J fox and this is what MS has one to me: turned me into an overweight, face-filling-in middle-aged woman; ou gould advert this tragedy by voiting fr increasing stem sell lines. Do it, please. I was menat to die cute, eh. Or hopefully not di at all. I think id could work.

No post. No movies. Barely no TV. No books. My odo (god) I've been zombified. Quick! Gt [Unknown site tag] here; she'll problably kill meo rfeed me Subwau. I vote for the latter.

Mostly I want to sleep. OUr alpacas are cangeing colors. And m key tags are moving around th fucking keyboard and the clorors are w=sswirling a bit. Pretty astetls and I say tat as someone who doesn' like pastels. Flowers, yes,me no.

Michael the asshole on Seindfled. What a fucking racist jerkQ Don't let him get away with it and his sudden (save by ass_ apology. Puhleeze. You don't just pull that shit out of nowhere; you had sitting and fermenting for quite som time; I say you just own u to and pu that pointy head undr a paoiny white sheet where it belongs. And fits.

I worry abo the alpacas. Gertie's been shaking; we're both worried. I think we need to come pu wuth a coat of a serape (cuz it's Peru, peublo), becuse the poor girl is cold. Dar thinks that she could be farther along in their pregrnacy than the Stewarts thought, se we kind of head out there now thinking that we'll find a cria. Cooooooooooooool Babu cria? A little girl.

I want to wind the lottery and win fucking millions of filtjy lucre. And then spend it. On a specatucal farm and property. We need a gret well and loads of pasture land and a proper large barm ( or series of smaller barnsO with heat and camera and easily mucked out staals and acreas and acreas of paddocks because I want to raise three (mabe four) lines: one for pure Peruvian Suri line, one for fleece, and one for some crossing of Peruviam and Bolivian ilnes. Then do add in some Chileans and start breeding to shee what the strenghts and weakness qre.

but firs we have to get through the winter. And the darnkess at night. There is no light. NOOOOO> LIIIIIIIIIGht. Like a complete abscence. It's freaky because I'm getting older and I'm losing a lot of my night vision. I kow for a fact taht I will not be driving down those dark country roads in any sort of precitpitation unlesee it's an emergency. Because I'm halfway to blind, babies. Fery scary.

What they never tell you about aging. Gather around my chillun. Hear me when I sat in my wooden rocking chair by the fire? That was the chair creaking and groaning, no it was my bones andmy muscles. And no that's not poppcorn off in teh distance, that's my muscles and tendons popping as I get up. You can't see for shit, browsing in a store is more of a torture than a pleasure. Have rotating shelves that go around like a carrosel, because I can only read book titles that are about level with my face; it they were automated I could move the shelves into position. What's not to love? [Unknown site tag] work on that, OK. I'd buy ever so many more books if I could just please be able to fucking. see. the titles! Gaaaaaaah.

but I love caerwyns. She sent me a squirrel card, but not just a squirrel car it wa a card with a door that you could open to see all the squirrels making themselves to squirrely home. I loved it, and she's just way so thoughtful. I admire that. I'm not a thoughtful person - thoughtful about making people happy, that is. I'm very full oof thoughts, so that makes thoughtful at base. Earning me no karmic points, et me tell you.

What am I writing? Why aren't I writing? I have an essay that I've been working on for I bet close to a year now. I need to finish it; I need to come to terms with it; I need to get it out of my back. Off of my back. Pick a preposition. And I need to dive into that database and maybe make a new one of my vry own. I need to make my mark on the world. Evryone wants to leave a mark. I think mine might be more of a scar, and that would be sad.

I want to dance. Dar, take lessons with me, OK? Anything you want: latin (I can sway my hips like they're attached to gyros, baby), swing is probably out because I couldreally shaek up your brain (and not in a good way). OOOh, apache dancing! We'll take turns dragging each other across the floor to tango musci! Belly dancing. I got th ebelly for it, for sure; the rest of me can go along for the ride. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaltz. Let's go out waltzing. We'll rent gowns, or I can go in drag in tux (and then we can switch off during the break.)Whaddya say, honey. Dance with me!

I miss you guys, even if you don't dance with me. (See, I don't hold a grudge. I'm a god. Well, according to one meme, I'm Anubis. But I think he was grudge holder, so take that as you will. Still it kidn of cool to be part jackal. Or is dog. Dogkal. Doggerel. Oh God, I am become the god of bad poetry! That's shitty poety, right? I'd go look i up fo sue, but kind of wasted.

So pedictions for Heroes: Peter and Claire hook up. Hiro and Charlie hook up. AWwwwwwwwww. Nathan goes evil. That's all I got. Except Hiro should somehow pop over to Lost just to fuck with Locke a little. Oooooh, and Jack would truly hate him! See, it would be great.

off for more booze, because really, I should be flat on my face by now. Or maybe that happens when I try to get up. Wish me luck. And if I don't make, rememver tat I love you all, and everyone gets dibs on my books. Oooh, I should so make u[ a will!

Hannibal kickd me twice today. Delilah is delightful. Wher is fucking cole porter when he should be here righting s sng about delightful delilah? Where? Sad, sad, sad.

More booze. bye-bye.