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So I'm sitting here tonight, being a bit depressed. Gencon is coming up in a couple of days and I'm really looking forward to it and I know my Brother is too. He's going to be flying in on his own - hopefully the curse of flying is not hereditary.

So speaking of my infamous flying curse, it's struck again AND WITH A VENGENCE! But I get ahead of myself. So HPA and I went to OLS this year. It was pretty darned awesome, from going drunking with Alan Cox (who turns out to be one of the coolest guys on the planet) to Ralf Bächle who's the Mips Linux maintainer (another very cool guy). Went to some excellent talks, which mainly seemed to focus on (para-)virtualization and filesystems. Even got talked into doing some stuff with Busybox and Klibc by HPA and Rob Landley.

Beyond the conference, Ottawa was utterly gorgeous! When they say that Ottawa is one of the pretties G8 capitals on the planet, they really mean it. Wow. I'm not sure I can eve describe it, it was just amazing, and parliment was gorgeous, though I do still swear that Serious Sam II modeled the end after it to a degree. Saw the lighting of Parliment was pretty cool too, apparently they do it twice every night which is awesome. I'm definately looking forward to going next year.

Anyway, so yes the curse came back to haunt me in it's normal fasion, sneaking up on me and beating me with a stick. I've posted a detailed copy of the conversation I had with Brian when I got home. The short version is that when I went to get onto the plane from Toronoto to San Francisco, they kindly told me I didn't have a seat, while HPA borded the aircraft. I went and started to talk to the people up front and about 4 minutes later they closed the aircraft. It seems that their computer got confused on how long I was in Toronoto and instead of me being there 3 hours thought I was only going to be there 45 minutes and wasn't going to make the flight - along with 5 other people (which we all were standing there trying to get on) and 20 minutes before the plane boarded they gave 6 seats away to the standby passengers.

My biggest complaint about the whole thing isn't that my seat was given away, which they did the right thing... sorta, it's that they gave it away without CHECKING if we were there or not. I mean I had been sitting there for 3 hours, they claimed they bumped me because my luggage wouldn't make it - turns out my luggage made it home on the flight with HPA, and I had to spend a night without my luggage. It was a pretty bad SNAFU on their part and it disturbed both me and HPA since he sat next to a gentleman named Jack instead of John.

So yeah, my birthday is coming up later this month, and I've been taking stock a bit. I'm going to be a quarter of a centuary old. Roughly 1/3 - 1/4 of my life is over. Decided to track down a few people, see where they are at with their lives - mainly just flexing my google foo, and tracking down old blogs and what not. There were a couple that genuinely made me sad that I was pushed from their lives. Well pushed isn't the right word, torn asunder from would be a better phrasing. Old wounds have itched a bit over some of the digging and it hasn't been exactly pleasant. While I miss them I know that it's the past and the wounds of old while scabbed and grown over are there, they are real, but it's the past and will stay there. I'm truely sorry, I really am.

The world isn't all bad, though there's a dark cloud over it, the sun will shine again - and I'm looking forward to it. Ok enough with me being mopey! The world isn't that bad, and I'm walking my own path, and I'm proud that I'm still walking it, and I'm enjoying the trip!