Packing

I'm slowly getting down to packing for my trip. I just packed half my suitcase in less than 5 minutes...surely, it can't be that easy. (Of course it can, and don't call me "shirley.") I guess that was just the easy stuff anyway... I'm sure by tomorrow morning I'll be worrying about fitting everything in.
I've never been a big fan of flying. I hate the process of hurrying to wait in line, and then hurrying to wait in another line. My vacations never really start until the plane touches down at my intended destination. However, after that hassle is done with, I always enjoy the time I get to disconnect from the real world.

The Baxter

I guess it's been a while since I bothered to write anything on here. I suppose it might be a mix of a lack of motivation and a realization that...nah. Actually, it's not a mix; it's just a lack of motivation, plain and simple.
I watched a movie called The Baxter tonight, and while I got it from netflix, it'll be one I'll have to put in my collection permanently. Made by the same folks that did The State and Wet Hot American Summer, it's a spoof of romantic comedies, written from the perspective of the dude on the business end of a cinderalla story...basically the Bill Pullman character from Sleepless in Seattle.
Classic! I highly recommend it. All I'll say is it can be cringe inducing to see how badly the main character misses signals. Plus, I think there's some clever camera work, using NYC as a backdrop (an ode to Woody Allen).

Cube claustrophobia

I'm beginning to have a sinking suspicion that reading travel books might not be the best thing for me at the moment. One of the downsides of being able to travel vicariously all over the world through books is that it makes my cube (home), and my cube away from cube (work) become awfully confining and small. The travel bug I've had for months has now become a strong, debilitating flu, drawing my mind away to some exotic locale when I lose focus.
Thankfully, the trip I'll be taking soon will be a salve. It'll be great being away from computers and email, etc., and I think I might actually be able to relax somewhat, seeing new sites and meeting new people. However, I'm already thoroughly convinced I won't want to come back. There's nothin more demotivating than arriving, dead tired, at Newark after a fun trip.