centre of the universe - the dreaming: The good, the bad, and the fire

08/05/2008: "The good, the bad, and the fire" I was incredibly impressed with the fireworks that Noah and company made the awesome for across the river from my Da's farm. I'm even more impressed that they nearly burned town the church camp in doing so. I was screaming, "GO NOAH!!!" From my vantage point across the bridge. Everyone thought I was cheering for the fireworks, but secretly, I was urging the fire along.

In the 'bad news' section, I managed to contract some kind of Nasty Food Poisoning from the Nasty Diner we ate at (I *knew* I shouldn't have had the buffet. His Nibs said, "You're having the buffet?" and I said, "I know. I KNOW. It's Unwise." His Nibs said, "No really, you're having the buffet?" and I said, "I know. I am in the process of making a Bad Decision. Leave me be." Although, five of the six of us eating there had the buffet, and only two of us got the rolling hurlies, so maybe it was something only we two ate (The Captain and I).) The Captain puked once and spent about ten minute in the loo, while I was down for the entire day on Monday, and am still feeling a little pekid when I think of things like pudding and movable gelatinous masses. Oh, and foaming barf. That makes me a little queasy, too. But I think that's more of a "well, I'd rather not have THAT experience again" than a "Please, no squid" thing.

Although, as a rule, I don't eat squid. Or filters. Or shoe leather (see squid).

Right. So. Back to the grind. D'you want more of Maeve and Marek or just incessant rambling and/or ranting? 'Cause really, I could go either way with this one right now.

"Tempestuous" "Off again"

7 Comments

Thunderhowl , on Wednesday, 6th August:

I want an update on the situation with your plane tickets to GENCON! because that situation is freaking me out a little. Also, I'm glad your food poisoning experience didn't result in your death.
Also, GENCON!

cenobyte , on Wednesday, 6th August:

Fuckers.

Now that that's out of my system (for the next ten minutes, anyway):
The online-cheap-tickets service are cunts. Never use them. I have no idea how they managed to bugger up my personal information so magnificently (they have me booked, for those of you who don't yet know this story, as Mr. C. Nobyte...not only do they have my gender wrong, but they also have only my first initial rather than my whole name, which is A Problem when travelling by air these days), and I don't know why they managed to do it only on two out of the three flights I've booked through them this year, but manage to do it they have. The problem arises when I arrive at the airport with my online itinerary in hand, and they say, "Oh, you can't fly with just your initial...".

I've contacted the cheap-online-tickets people (whom I will name, eventually), and they tell me they can't do anything about it because their system is locked and I have to contact the airline directly. So I contact the airline directly and they tell me their hands are tied; they can't do anything; I have to change it through my travel agent and the online-cheap-tickets people. Oh, huzzah. The Runaround.

All I'm looking for here is a sex change and a quick name alteration, and the most the online-cheap-tickets people tell me is "sorry, we can't do it". Translation: "Ha-ha. You're screwed." The most the airlines can do is put a note on my file that says "the online-cheap-tickets people fucked this up; HER name is actually Ceno Byte". I've had some reassurance from the airline people that as long as I have a gajillion pieces of ID, preferably some with my name and address on them (will mail from MY FREAKING GOVERNMENT help?), I should be good, but delayed. So I'm getting to the freaking airport two and a half freaking hours before I have to freaking leave (thank GOD for books, and airline bars).

Ultimately, I won't know if I'll be in Indianapolis or not until the minute I'm allowed to board or turned away at security the day I attempt to get my flight.

The only other option is to cancel the flights, and then rebook with my proper name. I'm looking in to that, but there would be a HUGE financial penalty that I'm not sure I can afford. Of course, missing the flights entirely because they won't let me on because the cheap-online-flights people fucked up my name would be even worse.

And what really gets me...what REALLY gets me, is that I didn't realise you can't change your personal information, so that when they sent me the confirmation of my tickets IN JUNE (several weeks after I booked my flight with them), it was well past the 24 hour "we can make changes to your flight information" deadline that many of the airlines have.

Fuckers.

The Ms. S , on Wednesday, 6th August:

I love the actual flying itself. There's always still a teeny thrill. It's just the people that run the whole mess that make it hell.

Since you're asking, more of Maeve and Marek, sil vous plait. :-)

rilla , on Wednesday, 6th August:

Here's what I think:

Linky.

Smarty Pants , on Wednesday, 6th August:

How about Maeve & Marek incessantly rambling?
They could ramble on about things like if the masking tape labels on the pickles are correct...
MTB.

Parmeisan , on Wednesday, 6th August:

I think more of Maeve & Marek is good if it's broken up occasionally with posts that are your incessant ramblings. :) I do so like your ramblings.

Noah , on Wednesday, 6th August:

M&M until you are done with it, then ramblings.

BTW, thanks.

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