a little holiday cheer?

[kitanzi]

headline from CNN's website:

"TSA boosts 'behavior detection,' mulls liquids"

Am I the only one who immediately envisions an enormous simmering cauldron full of confiscated shampoo, conditioner, mouthwash and whatnot, bubbling away with little sachets of mulling spices?

Oooooo, yummy.

Comments

[madfilkentist]

When a technique turns out to be a complete failure as a predictor, the TSA boosts its use. No surprise.

[hawklady.livejournal.com]

ROTFL. No, I had that mental vision, too.

Your description then brought back memories of walking by the stinkum stores at the mall ... the ones selling all sorts of scented candles and this-and-that stuff (the ones that I will stay as far away from as possible so that I can remain breathing ... too bad if you own an adjacent business, sorry, your neighbor's poisoned the air so much I can't get to your place!)

I was up in your neck of the woods last night picking up a horn. Wow, the area has GROWN!

[kitanzi.livejournal.com]

Wish you'd said, and come by to visit! :) Another time.

[hawklady.livejournal.com]

Watch out, I may take you up on that.

I'll be back there either tomorrow night, Friday night or sometime Saturday to pick up another horn. Which night it is won't be worked out until sometime tomorrow. I would definitely stop by if you two are free!

[(Anonymous)]

Have you decided which day you'll be in the area? I'm not sure on Rob's plans, so let me know and I'll check with him too. I'm free any time.

[kitanzi.livejournal.com]

*sigh* it can't decide if I'm logged in or not today. That was me. :)

[dbcooper.livejournal.com]

I worry more about the "behavior detection" half of this boondoggle, though mulled shampoo sounds interesting(ly icky).

Every time I think of the idea of "behavior detection," I think of, naturally, the "thought police" from George Orwell's classic 1984, but with a twist, courtesy of an old friend named Paul Sheffield, fellow former sailor and a fine American.

In Edzell, Scotland, he played for one of the base's intramural softball teams, and the umpires didn't like him very much. He liked to spin up one in particular, inevitably getting himself ejected. At one point late in a game his team had already wrapped up, he came up to bat, took a couple questionable strikes, and then turned to ask the ump, "You can't toss me for what I'm thinking, can ya?"

"Well, no," the umpire supposed.

"Good," answered my friend. "'Cause I think you're a..."

You can fill in the rest here--it's what I think of the TSA. ;)