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Thursday, Aug. 10, 2006 - 3:22 a.m.

Something odd is happening with my Verizon text messaging.

I send a text, and it arrives with a time stamp that does not match what time it is here on earth. Instead it lists the time as three minutes PRIOR to when I sent it.

Either my telephone has discovered a marvelous wormhole and is the first device to ever achieve time travel --

OR, more likely, the weenies at Verizon have deliberately set the uplink to reconfoogle the time stamp to give them three minutes to unfuck whatever it is they usually fuck up, and make them look like they are getting texts to and from their subscribers zippity quick.

Whatever the reason, this just smacks of odditude.

Yes, my phone clock is set correctly. No, I haven't dithered with any of the text settings.

For whatever this is worth, John's phone is doing it, too.

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The unaccounted-for Egyptian exchange students who were supposed to show up in Montana last week wandered far afield. Congratulations to our wonderful bloated Homeland Security for fucking losing nearly a dozen people. Appreciate it. No, really. I wonder how many of the students traded their identities with known wanted criminals who might have been hiding here, or in Canada or in Mexico, so the criminals could escape? I'll be interested to find out the story behind the story.

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Breaking News: The airline regulations have now changed just enough so as to make flying hell again. Now we can't carry liquids or gels or laptop computers on board in our carryons.

I know of no earthly way to travel from one area of the country to another without carting at least a small amount of liquids or gels or lotions with me, carryon or otherwise. What this means is that everybody will have to check their luggage.

I think this is a false scare, as a means to have more to say about what we can and cannot do as citizens within our borders.

I am due to fly again within the next two months, and I'm not looking forward to surrendering any luggage to be checked.

Oh, well. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that the TSA will probably relax the restrictions before I fly again, namely at the end of September.

Still, what *I* don't grasp is whether the new international regulations are also being enforced inside the country? I'm seeing reports indicating yes AND no. And will the uberpanic cease with the coming and going of a peaceful fifth anniversary observation of 9/11?...

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