Open Letter to Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson Airport

Dear Atlanta Airport Officials,

I am writing with great urgency, and I even feel like I should also CC the folks over at NASA. I want to share my great revelation with you: I am no scientists, but I have discovered that your airport is a black hole. But you're not just any black hole!

First, let me give you the definition according to Wikipedia: "A black hole is a region of space in which the gravitation field is so powerful that nothing, not even light, can escape its pull..."

Now what makes your airport even more cutting edge as a black hole is that even as you never allow anything to leave, you also have a huge impact on whether planes can even land there!

YOU ARE SCIENCE IN ACTION!

What is also amazing about your airport is that people can have normal conversations there, and you can even hear the televisions in the gate areas. Yes, you can hear all that even though what you should be hearing is some crazy, never-heard-before, giant, huge sucking AND blowing sound. At the same time. I had once thought that sort of complex type of sound was reserved only for things like Phil Collins' music, or for the Dr. Phil Show, but you have proven me wrong.

Truly, your airport is a pinnacle of scientific discoveries and anomalies - one where you can observe the wonders of the cosmos for long periods of time, all while enjoying an $8 bagel and cream cheese.

So, in the end, thank you for making such vast and difficult science available to regular people like me, and for hours on end, no less!

Sincerely,
An ATL airport patron/prisoner

Breaking news

Coworker 1: I don't get it, how do you find these stories?
Coworker 2: It's obvious that she does a daily search for stories about donkeys and energy issues.
Me: Yeah, I have a daily google news alert set up with the words "gas prices" and "mules."
Coworker 1: Do you really?
Me: *blank stare*....Are you really asking me that question?

It's raining so hard...

It's been raining so hard and so long that this morning as I was running to catch my train, I had to jump over a snake in the commuter lot.

Seriously.

I swear I could hear it saying, "Forget this living in grass shit, I could DROWN! I'm willing to chance it in the parking lot."

Online Shopping

Today I found two things I need.

#1- The Back-Up. (Watch the commercial)

#2- From Craigslist.

Wow, you know you've called a small town when someone refers you to another person ("call them for the correct info") and just gives you the last four digits of their phone number.

After spending years in Boston and now in the DC-Baltimore corridor, when I visit my parents in Ohio I still have to ask if one must dial the area code to reach another person in their city. I've gotten so used to it around here - you have to dial someone's complete number to get them - the "1" included. None of this "no area code required!" craziness.

Life goal #347: To make it onto a jumbotron at a major sporting event (MLB or NFL game). Last night I achieved that goal at an Orioles game. Hooray for me, check that one off the list. To go along with that Life Goal is Life Goal #348: Catch a foul ball. I have not yet achieved that one.

In other news, this area of the U.S. has decided that I will have allergies despite never having them up until about a year or two ago. Thanks, Maryland.