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-Projector clock quote: "FOCUS"-

Given the fact that I spent last night in a hotel in a new state (where I'll be staying for a while), I suppose it shouldn't be surprising that I dreamed about doors. Many, many doors, and black goo that I had to avoid. And I even had one of those partial dreams where I felt the bed underneath but still felt like I could levitate up to a bunch more doors, leading to (often comically distant) locations.

The Denver airport is hilarious. First off, when you approach, I suppose it's supposed to look like a stylized interpretation of snow-covered Rockie Mountains... but it looks like a really big white tent with a bunch of poles poking up at random intervals, as if the tent-setter was concerned that one pole was not enough to hold it up. Then, when the plane comes in and you come out of the gate, the first sight to greet your eyes is not a small, tasteful row of shops scattered against the wall. No - immediately upon being disgorged from the belly of the plane, what vision should greet your eyes but the very image of a large mall? And then, to get to baggage claim, the traveler must proceed to a miniature subway train, which is graced by musical chimes whenever it comes to station, stops, the doors open, the doors close, and tigers are snorkeling off the coast of Madagascar. Also, there comes a polite voice saying such nuggets as "The doors are closing" and, if it becomes impatient as passengers continue to enter the "closing" doors, "YOU are delaying the departure of the train."

That part was the most amusing, I think. There is a definite stress on the word YOU, enough to create a few apologetic expressions among the entering group.

Reality check. Oh, and it rains more here. A lot more (rain? In AUGUST?? That messes with some natural law).