I'm currently sitting the Memphis International Airport (which smells rather strongly of pee), paying for wifi for the next two hours and waiting to go to Phoenix, and then on to Los Angeles, land of the G-L-A-M-O-R-U-S. Oh, debauchery, fun, and geekery shall occur in bundles. The best part? I get to do it all again in two weeks for the book release. The next best part? I get to do it AGAIN two weeks after that for Prophecy.

Meanwhile, it's time for my favourite game- Airport Observations.

An awkward looking teenaged boy is sitting across the way, giving me the ol' Look from behind his large glasses. Earlier, he asked what the Switchblade Kittens are after making a cursory examination of my shirt. He doesn't look old enough to travel alone (then again, I didn't travel by myself until I was like, 20), and his twin brother is perched on the seat next to him, his roller shoes barely skimming the floor. His mother and grandmother just walked up to the squirming pair- they're wearing gold rimmed spectacles as well. I wait for the dad to arrive- I bet his vision is 20/20.

The grandmother forces the second son to give up his handheld game console and hold her purse as she enters the bathroom. "Sonny" sneaks a look around the area before taking the bag, and catches me smirking. He drops the heavy leather bag- grandma purses her lips.

There is a man in a loud yellow shirt, wearing grey polyblend double-pleated slacks, with the biggest cellphone holster I've ever seen swinging mightily from his belt. It nearly resembles a poorly attached codpiece due to its positioning and size. He's talking very loudly on said cellphone whilst doing laps around the small terminal. Clearly, this is a very important man.

Ooh, Ryan just called- will continue Airport Observations in a moment.