February 15th, 2010

Scary Teddy

2 phat 2 fly?

Listened to Kevin Smith's latest podcast (smodcast.com, #106) about getting kicked off of a Southwest flight this weekend because they determined he was too fat to fly, even though it seems he could easily both buckle his seat belt and lower both arm rests (which are their requirements for being able to fly, so it's really, really confusing as to why they didn't follow their own rules). SW is doing some major damage control, but with Smith's legion of followers, they're not going to hear the end of this soon (their servers even crashed due to increased traffic).

Kudos to Smith for making some loud noises for people his size and larger (as he said many times, "I'm fat, but I'm not too fat to fit into their seats, and if I were, I'd be the first one to tell you about it"). His ordeal was certainly embarassing and unnecessary, but when he finally got onto another flight, the woman who sat next to him was pulled aside and told she might have to buy a second seat for the same reason, and for him to tell it, it was just heartbreaking for him and her.

I once again thank my fat friends for teaching me new definitions of pride, self worth and dignity.

Feeling crappy leads to the strangest dreams

Tossed and turned all night and woke up feeling crappy, so I called out sick. Bleargh.

I had the STRANGEST dream last night, involving discovering Warren G. Harding's body, re-burying it in Washington, and the funeral being an elaborate but hokey outdoor play (in the round, with the audience sitting on the ground), including interruptions by inappropriate laughter at the poor production and loud, obnoxious tourists not knowing they were walking into a staged funeral service.