About that flight out

So yes, what you heard on Twitter yesterday was true.  Instead of a relaxed morning flight (two hours early!) where I could get ahead on my convention report (curse you Tom Spurgeon, again) while waiting for my plane, I was treated to a surprise fire drill.  Or emergency drill.  Or something.  All I know was that there was a canned voice (generated, not recorded) telling people that “an emergency” had been found at the airport and that we were all to file out of the terminal in an orderly manner.  Which we mostly did.  There was one woman giggling at all this, and a TSA officer saw that, crossed the room, got in her face and admonished her to “calm down.”

I was plenty calm, trying to type out exactly how calm I was while shuffling along.

Fifteen minutes outside wondering WTF is going on (no smoke, flames or kaboom) and taking a couple pics of the crowd (I’ll get those up later), I was invited to file back in as part of a “lucky” group of three flights that were taking off shortly.  Took off only ten minutes late, but did have to do a second trip through security.  Not that bad, I suppose.

And let’s not mention that I got all of five minutes on the plane of “safe to power up your computer” time before we ended up landing.  So yeah, I’m behind.  I’d love to say that it’ll be up before Thursday.  Some of it may, but I seriously doubt that all of it will.  I might even take on some of the commentary that’s floating around regarding the show, but there’s no way I’m going to address the reports of folks who weren’t even there (and yes, I’ve seen some.)  Folks, go and observe, but don’t imagine what you would’ve seen.