As of this weekend, I’m back in the UK – it was wonderful seeing my family, but I’m glad to be home. I feel like the walking dead, of course – I think I’ve spent half the day so far going through mail, going through case lists, and trying to remember what the hell I was actually doing prior to Easter. It’s a Monday with a vengeance.
Economy-class transatlantic flights are torture. They were never exactly fun, mind you, but at least you could try to sleep through it. Now the seats are so narrow that there’s no room for regular-sized people, much less Kevin Smith-sized people, and there is no leg room whatsoever. I’m just under 5’5″ (walking next to a tall person I look like a Chihuahua trotting to keep up), and I had no leg room. I was also sitting in the middle of five seats. If you want to stand up to use the lavatory or just stretch your legs, you need to ask two other people to collect all of their stuff and move into the aisle so you can get out. I got up twice during the trip. I kept myself awake by having territorial elbow wars with the fat German teenage boy next to me. (Don’t mess with me boy, I’m much meaner than you are!)
My sisters and I all got a tattoo together – the kanji for family, combined with a blue-green dragonfly for my mother. Two of my sisters had never had a tattoo before, and I have video of them concentrating veryvery hard, trying to “cowboy up” and not be a crybaby. :D
I’m catching up on tons of blog posts in my feed reader – trying to read anything, even just checking mail, was impossible on dailup (which is all my father has). I can’t believe that we ever put up with that. The connecting noise brought back memories, however.
Lots of Cataclysm news. I’ve been reading through it, but I feel a bit distant from the changes – it’s difficult to really get excited over things when you’re not raiding.
And I have to say that Red Dead Redemption looks totally awesome. Awesome to the point of considering buying a second XBox so we can play together.