This doesn't look anything like it does on "Revenge"

Yesterday I got to visit four different airports, which is a one day record for me. My ticket said that I was only going to three, but for some reason my Knoxville to Philadelphia flight made a brief stop in Washington, DC, to let some people off of the plane.

That's when it got a little strange.

"Passengers continuing to Philadelphia will also need to leave the plane. Please take all belongings with you."

"Are we getting on a different plane?"

"Please get on the airport shuttle."

I don't argue at the airport, even when it doesn't make any sense. Arguing gets you kicked off the plane or put on a list or renditioned to a cheerless solitary cell in a prison that doesn't exist on any maps, so I just got off the plane and got on the shuttle. The shuttle drove around the tarmac at Reagan National, then reached the terminal, where we got off and were directed to get onto another shuttle. This shuttle also drove around the tarmac, and then we got off of it and back on the same plane.

"Please consult your boarding pass to locate your original seat number."

All that was missing was a cheery rendition of "The Merry Go Round Broke Down" on a circus organ.

Things got a little more absurd when I reached Philadelphia. You know what kind of planes fly from Philadelphia into Islip, New York?

Tiny ones:



That is the smallest plane I've ever flown on. It has propellers. The plane that my dad flew into the bush in Alaska to hunt caribou might have been bigger than that, and that plane landed on grass, in a field. Not only that, but it was filled with people from the city and Long Island with their heavy Brooklyn and Long Island accents, so for the duration of the flight it sounded like I was at Thanksgiving with Dad's family. The resemblance was so strong that later, when the flight crew and I were out at the curb waiting for our rights and the flight attendant loudly asked, "Whay-uh the fuck is the God damn ayuh-port shuttle?" I thought, "Nanny? Is that you? Do you need another can of Meister Brau?"

The resemblance was uncanny.

Sean arrived moments later, and after we exchanged pleasantries he presented me with what I can only describe as Sophie's Choice:

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" Yes. I have eaten a scone today. "Or do you want to go see the Big Duck?"

Or? As in "not both"?

"We can only do one?"

I must have looked stricken, because Sean immediately clarified:

"No, no. We can eat and then go see the Big Duck, or go see the Big Duck and then go eat. They're both right near each other."

Thank God, otherwise I would have been really, really hungry, because there was no way we were skipping the Big Duck:



Originally constructed as a marketing gimmick to sell ducks and duck eggs:



it is now, as advertised on the sign, a museum and gift shop. It is also awesome:









The lady inside and I got to talking about other buildings shaped like things (the architectural term for this is a "duck", in honor of the Big Duck, which is on the National Register of Historic Places) and I noticed that she didn't have any examples from Tennessee even though she had pictures of all sorts of other ducks from around the country.

"You've never heard of the Flying Saucer House by Chattanooga? Or the gas station shaped like an airplane in Powell?"

"No! Send me photos!"

She ended up writing out her address for me, so that I can send her pictures of our odd shaped buildings in Tennessee. I am a cultural ambassador for the Volunteer State, people.

After the Big Duck (which may be how I refer to all experiences from now on; "Well, I was born in 38, BBD" or "I flew back to Tennessee on Day 5, ABD") Sean drove me through South Hampton, the setting for the TV show "Revenge" and the rumored geographical area for Ina Garten sightings. This is where I discovered, once again, that television has lied to me.

"This doesn't look anything like it does on TV."

"That's because they film in Malibu. But look, they used that Pottery Barn as city hall."

There are about three blocks of South Hampton that look like "Revenge", and the entire rest of the town looks like the slightly seedy suburban sprawl outside of any large metropolitan area, except for the beach:



Endless horizon and crashing waves? Yup:





Big houses right up against the water? Yup:



Peaceful solitude during which you can look for shells and plot the destruction of your enemies? Yup:





That looks just like it does on Sunday nights.

Now, I have to go get showered, so that we can get a New York bagel.

And then see a haunted windmill.

Tied to New York

I've had a pretty bad cold for the past week, so I haven't gone anywhere, done anything, or cooked anything of interest. I went to work a few times, went to the store a few times, and mostly lay on the couch blowing my nose and watching really awful daytime television.

I'm not kidding about how awful it was.

I watched a TV-edited version of "Burlesque".

I stared into the abyss, and it also stared back into me.

Today I was feeling marginally better, and I needed supplies from the store (in the last five days I have consumed three gallons of orange juice, a gallon of cranberry, and a half gallon of grape; I am full of vitamins, but feel like I'm on some kind of weird juice diet), so I decided to venture out to shop and get the mail. On Saturdays I usually do my rounds of the thrift shops, but today I just wasn't feeling it so I decided to hit the one close to the grocery store. They didn't have any Pyrex, not even the clear kind that I usually don't buy, but I did find an ugly tie that made my eyes glow and my heart sing. It wasn't just me, either. When I brought it to the register, the girl looked at it for a moment.

"Wow. That's... a tie."

"It sure is!"

While I was picking it out, I noticed this other tie:



and thought, "Hey, that's the city seal for Albany!"

I know what the Albany city seal looks like because I used to live there, and I saw a statue of the seal a number of times when I was downtown. Since I will be travelling to New York this week (Long Island, not Albany) I thought that finding this tie today might be an omen, and I was buying another tie already, so I brought this one home, too.

Where I discovered that it's not the seal of Albany.

Here's the tie:



and here's a picture of the statue downtown that I took several years ago:



You can see where I got confused. They're similar, but Albany has a ship above the shield, and the stuff on the shield definitely isn't what's represented on the tie. Even if you consider that the tie has a lower level of detail, what's going on in the center is definitely not a beaver above some sheaves of grain. It's... a propeller? Maybe? What would have a propeller in the 1600's?

Then my knowledge of my home state kicked in: New York was originally a Dutch colony.

That's a windmill.

I googled "New York founded in 1625" and discovered that I was close. The tie is a city seal: New York City.

Where I will be next Saturday.

Possibly wearing that tie.

A Slice of Pie Day with a Scoop of Lois Lansesanity

Say, how do you feel about pie?



Oh, good. I hope a lot of my friends feel that way.



Lois, that's not very nice.





I'm not even having this conversation.

The reason why I was asking about pie is that I have agreed again this year to participate in Pie Day, a fundraiser for the university's Alternative Break Programs. I did it last year, and even though I'm not going on a break trip this year I still want to help. I may ask people to donate my pies specifically to the trip working with LGBTQ populations in New York City, but I'll probably just have it go into the general fund and let the office allocate my help however they think is best.



Really, Lois? How did that end up working out?



Of course it did.



Our story opens in downtown Metropolis, where Lois is covering an assignment "in the slums", because it was totally ok to call economically depressed neighborhoods the slums in 1959. Scanning the line at the soup kitchen, Lois spots a familiar face:





Lois has only met Lana one time before this story, so she doesn't hate her yet. In fact, she's actually helpful:



Lana immediately tries to repay Lois' generosity:



And that's the exact moment when a rivalry lasting the rest of their lives is born. (I'm not kidding. Despite the fact that both of them date other men over and over, Lois and Lana will continue fighting over Superman until Lana's horrible death at the hands of Lightning Lord and the Legion of Supervillains, a sad story for another day.)

Lana goes on to explain a story of how Superboy gave her the ring to make up for an injury to her finger after a bullet ricocheted off of him, which is a fairly normal occurance in the lives of people around Superboy. Lana treats the ring that she's had since she was a teenager as no big deal, but Lois spends the entire night seething, a fact that's glaringly obvious when she immediately mentions it to Superman the next day:



Seriously, when Superman says, "I don't want her to be jealous" he might as well just say, "I don't want her to be Lois", because we all know that she's insane. He tries to head her off at the pass:



and Lois decides to both plan him a dinner party and immediately brag to Lana:





Dinner doesn't go quite according to plan, though. Superman has barely sat down to eat when he suddenly becomes furious and superchills his lemonade with super-breath, destroying the glass. And why would he do such a thing?





Lana? Dear, sweet, innocent Lana?



Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Lana Lang, Queen of Sabotage. Not only does she manage to ruin the dinner party, but in just one panel she not only conveys complete disinterest in Lois' stupid drama but also does so while flashing her offensive ring at the same time.

She has no idea, though, that she's dealing with a woman who is completely insane.



Lois is watching you sleep and talking to herself in your bedroom, Lana. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE. The calls are coming from inside the house. Seriously, imagine waking up in the middle of the night with that freakshow standing over you, babbling to herself.

Fortunately, Lois is immediately distracted the next day:



Why does she look so happy?

BECAUSE SHE'S CRAZY.

"Good news, Lana! Thousands of people are about to suffer, and some might even die! Get your camera!"

Lois, being Lois, even manages to turn this impending doom into an opportunity to throw herself at Superman:



Unfortunately for her, though, Lana remains five moves ahead of her on the chessboard of love:







Lois, you might want to start taking some notes. Or surrender. Lois, being Lois, decides to plot out an even better scheme while death-glaring Lana over dinner:



Tomorrow, you see, is a gala event honoring Superman, capped off with a female-only costume contest. Lois stays up all night sewing the perfect winning costume, but once again she's out of her depth, as her all-nighter ends in further disaster:





Has Lois finally met her match? And is Lana really the heartless man-stealer that she seems to be?



And why does all of this turn Superman on so much?

Lois finally reaches the end of her rope:



but it turns out that Lana was just trying to help her:



by keeping her from exploding:



That's somehow not good enough for Lois, though. Now that she's not going to blow up, she demands that Superman write down which one of them he loves the most:



And that's why I said that Superman was turned on by this whole thing.



What? No. That's not the moral of the story at all.

Unless you're Lois.

Snow Day 2014

I am off work today, because we are having a snow day. A couple of weeks ago we had a snow delay because we got about two inches of snow, which is the most we've ever had while I lived here. Then we had a storm last night that delivered anywhere from three inches (here) to eight inches (the other side of town), and that was it for Knoxville.

I'm definitely not planning to leave the house unless I run out of things to mix vodka with (don't worry, I can walk to the grocery store), but I figured I'd go out and clean off the car in case it snows again tonight or, God forbid, we get freezing rain.

While I was out doing that (in long sleeves and a sweater, since my coat is on the back of my office door, where it is of no help to me in any way) I took a quick walk around the apartment complex to snap some photos.

Behold, the most snow I've ever seen in Knoxville:



















That's it for me and outside today, I think.