Electric Josh

Tweezers
From the Take-This-Plane-to-Havana-Or-I'll-Tweeze-Your-Eyebrows Department of The Atlantic comes news of an official TSA report (you might have to dig to March's press releases manually, since tsa.gov seems to shuffle URL's periodically) summarizing their agents' checkpoint haul:

Through February, intercepted items included 1,101 firearms, nearly 1.4 million knives, nearly 2.4 million other sharp objects including scissors, 39,842 box cutters, 125,273 incendiary or flammable objects, and 15,666 clubs.

The press release then reminds us (emphasis added):

When an item is intercepted, a passenger has the option of returning it to his or her vehicle, giving it to someone who is not getting on the flight, putting it in the mail before again going through the checkpoint, storing it in a checked bag if a permitted item is involved, or voluntarily abandoning the item at the security checkpoint. TSA is authorized to dispose of abandoned property if it has no commercial value or if storing and handling costs exceed sale value.

Granted, it's a good idea to avoid causing trouble at federal checkpoints, but does it really help to know that we can choose between voluntarily losing our stuff and missing our flight for which we have nonrefundable tickets?
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Same
We went to our first baby-having class tonight at the hospital, and a couple of things were painfully obvious:

1. I am not a unique flower. Of the ten couples there, at least five of us boys were about 30, had either sideburns or a goatee, were wearing green short-sleeved shirts, had essentially the same haircut, and made the same quiet wisecracks during the movie. Our wives were roughly identical, although mine was, of course, the cutest. They probably all have jobs like mine and little websites exactly like this one.
2. Uhh... we're about to have a baby. Holy crap!
3. Our baby is going to be huge. (K isn't thrilled.)

Yesterday we were at Adam's graduation party and Spencer, the second of this (local) string of babies, was there. He slept, silently and adorably, through the whole party. Here's hoping.
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