kirktastic

I’m big in Japan. I’m on a two hour layover at Narita. I’m pretty sure the same boring airport architects that did San Jose’s airport did this one. Same color pattern. So in a way I feel like home. I’m exhausted. I’ve been up 22 hours. Not much sleep on the plane. I got the seat with the shitty movie display so Stranger Than Fiction and Inside Job appeared very dark and in black and white. I also got a chance to see a show I only see on airplanes called 2 1/2 men. The Charlie Sheen sitcom. If I wasn’t at 40,000 feet stuck in a tube going 700 miles per hour there is no way in hell I’d watch that.

Also, the video screens seemed to be a victim of the DST07 mania. While sitting in Dallas, it said it was an hour earlier than it really was. Nice.

Right now I’m in the departure lounge and the plasma TV is showing sumo wrestling. Beats the hell out of CNN Airport Edition any day. The referees are dressed like wizards. I was not aware of that aspect of the game.

Somewhere between here and Dallas I lost my sunglasses. Fuck a duck. They were expensive. And there’s shit in the duty free shop unless I want something Paris Hilton would wear.