I'm stuck in the Atlanta airport. I think everyone else in the South East is too. The tropical-storm-turned-hurricane seems to have royally messed up the flight schedules. I've been here since 3:30 and it looks like I won't leave till 11 PM.
I wish I would have brought a movie to watch. I don't see anything interesting to download from iTunes, but I ought to take a look again and lower my standards a bit. I'm listening to the TWIT podcast right now, but that's almost over. I've got Gibson's Spook World on my iPod. Oh, that's right. I had to get a new iPod so I got one of the new squat Nanos. They ought to be called iSquat or something. But, man, are they thin. Super thin.
There's something yucky about airports. I don't think I can put it into words. Perhaps it's the lack of fresh air. But I always feel greasy when I get home if I spend more than a hour or so in one of these modern marvels.