All too true

Saturday Night Live was suspiciously Daily Show-ish this weekend by poking fun at the new TSA regulations - permitting 3 oz or less liquid in carry-on luggage.

The jokes/satirical reality is as follows (I tried to find this on You Tube but I guess all the geeks who would upload it are still sleeping/gaming):

Deeply Paraphrased:

TSA Trainee: Why only 3 oz of liquid?
TSA Trainer: Because the FBI did an investigation and found that 3 ounces of liquid is not enough to below up a plane.
Trainee: So....3 ounces is not enough to blow up a plane..but 4 ounces is?
2nd Trainee: What if two people each bring on 3 ounces of liquid...and meet each other on board the plane?

All fair points! I wonder if the FBI calculation was that three ounces combined over 100-460 passengers would not be enough to blow up a plane? Or is there some expected number of terrorists that would have to get together?

Then I wonder, is it three ounces TOTAL or three ounces per liquid? Could I not take 16 ounces of water and distribute it through five-six bottles labeled "shampoo, conditioner, hand lotion, toner, cough medication" etc? As long as I put it into a clear plastic bag it's OK?

It makes no sense and it's causing a huge amount of confusion. Huge amount of confusion is to terrorism what oxygen is to a fire.

Today is CLEAN THE DAMN HOUSE UP ALREADY Day and I've gotten to a good start by cleaning out the freezer. It's snowing in there. So much I fear I will need to call Mr. Plow to sort it out. But, I think the removal of a lot of stuff and into my chest freezer outside will help the situation out substantially. Then I hope to make it out to the Food & Wine festival out at Epcot for a couple hours for sun, wine and food. But mainly wine. I will need to up my membership (seriously) at the gym to seven days a week through January to combat the start of Holidaze (Halloween, Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years - three months including the Food & Wine festival where I eat embarassing amounts of Chilquiles).

Last night's dance class was awesome - we learned a lot of figure 8 moves but not the vertical ones which I REALLY want to learn. When our teacher showed us the four main figure 8 moves, J whisper whined, "Nooo!" when she saw the vertical ones and our teacher turned around and said, "Oh yes, you WILL learn it!" It was quite funny, I think J often forgets everything is seen in the mirror! We're getting so much better. I didn't get corrected at all this class which is amazing considering my hamstring is in such bad shape that anything on my left side essentially is limited.

And I'm SO happy with my hair, it's very dark with a hint of cabernet. It's better for dance, that's for sure than the streaky highlights I had before. I wanted to go swimming today but I won't because I want nothing to disturb the tresses until this colour digs in.

I got new curtains for my office. I am de-Disneyfying it and trying to make it more like a living space than a junk room. I am even considering getting rid of the cheap Ikea furniture (which I always intended to do) but have decided to wait to replace it with even more Ikea furniture. I'm only semi-kidding. There's an Ikea going in at Sunrise sometime in Spring (I think). I either need to stick with the birch stuff and get the correct cabinets to go with the set I've got or I can replace it all out. But I don't need to put expensive furniture up here because a) can't afford it and b) don't want to get stuck with a bunch of furniture I can't part with. That Hemingway desk is already the bane of my existence should I consider moving.

OK, I've procrastinated enough this morning. Time to finish cleaning the house.