Today's inductee onto my shitlist: Sprint PCS, for getting my hopes up that I'd at least be online at Memphis International for the 3+ hours I'd be waiting for the next leg of my trip this week. It's not as if their WiFi signs on every other column wouldn't give one that impression. Find a strategic seat beside an outlet and set up shop complete with fountain drink within comfortable reach, only to power up to a weak signal which you blame for your lack of connectivity so you try and improve upon it by wandering further away from your gate. It wasn't until I fancifully opened up Firefox that I realized their service was no different from a Las Vegas hotel's—paid. $9.95 a day? (The amount may be trivial, seeing as how I'd cough up twice that amount, in baht, a few years ago to check Hotmail for the same or less time at the Internet cafés of old, but it's the increment that offended me so.) I took a nap instead.

This would appear to have been the ideal time to delve into Lazarus, but a combination of its keyboard commands and the Alito confirmation hearing on CNN behind me put me to sleep. I also passed out earlier on hold with Wal-mart's EDI department. There's nothing like timezone-hopping to fuck up any semblance of a regular day-&-night schedule. 2am-ish this morning I scoured the lonely Mississippi streets only to settle on a “Spicy Chik” combo at “Krystal” to accompany a later episode of Knight Rider where Michael helped an Indian tribe oust a greedy developer from their birthright… you could tell it was towards the end of the series not so much from the storyline but because KITT did his Transformer thing to get to the bad guys extra-fast.