8:11PM

Well, we’re off. Our flight out of Phoenix was delayed because they had to replace “a gyro” in the cockpit, but despite the 15-20 minute delay, somehow they managed to get us to LA on time. Not that we cared, since we have some much time to kill.

We arrived at exactly 6:00PM and we can’t check in for our plane until 9:30. We decided to try that fancy restaurant in the middle of the airport, the Encounter. I always used to think that was the tower whenever I saw the airport on TV. It turns out it is a restaurant, but not a very good one. Not because of the cuisine, but because it is closed for construction.

Instead we’ve eaten at the dreadful restaurants in the International Terminal. There’s no free internet (just a T-mobile hotspot) and the place is packed. I brought a power split so I could share an electrical outlet, but there are no seats near electricity.

8:59PM

Power! I got an electrical outlet. Time to play solitaire.

10:34PM

I’m so bored! We’ve checked in, which took a lot longer than it should have. The US Airways ticketing agent, who ticketed us all the way to Taipei, got it wrong, assigning James as an infant rather than a fare-paying child. It confused the gate agents at Singapore Air but they resolved it.

At 11:00 or so, we’ll head down to security, which currently has a long, long line and then wait until the 12:05 boarding time. I’m sitting by the window on the east (I think) side of the terminal and I’ve just caught a ghost of a wisp of an open access point. The kds are watching Curious George on Irene’s iBook. Her batteries aren’t going to last into the flight unless we can get her to a power tap at the gate.

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Yesterday my daughter was playing a pretend game with my son. They were in the kitchen, and the conversation went something like this:

“I am a Dalek. You are a Cyberman. Daleks and Cybermen don’t get along.”

The conversation rolled on about how they should be talking like robots and such, finally, Michelle changes ok, “OK, now we’re going to be friends. Let’s go look for the Doctor.”

They chase around the house for a while and finally we hear, “There’s the Doctor. He’s in the kitchen. Did you see him, Cyberman? He’s got curly hair and a long scarf!”

James was playing along, but, he was a little off as he was the cyberman but was shouting “exterminate” instead of “delete.” Still, he is only 2.

I’m genuinely surprised that she identified the fourth Doctor instead of the tenth. She also did this Dalek and Cyberman artwork. They’re holding “hands”, isn’t that cute? I wonder if I should send this artwork into Totally Doctor Who?

Still, I couldn’t be prouder of her if she came home from preschool with test scores from the Kindergarten-level standardized tests in the 99th percentile and 100% on most of the categories… which she did last week.

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