Sitting in O'Hare

Training's done, flight's delayed, brain feels stripped from too much training and too little sleep. The training class actually provided useful instruction, which was good since I have to roll this thing out to managers at three divisions next month (the fun that is my job). My biggest problem is that on the flight out I read exactly half of the book I brought with me (Eyre Affair), meaning that I have just enough book for the flight home. So how to kill time in an airport for another 90 minutes when my brain is too disengaged to write my zine for A&E?

The real problem is being told by the TSA loudspeakers that a) making fun of the TSA will get me in trouble and b) that a plastic bag will render a quart of dangerous material harmless. I don't want to want to make fun of the TSA, but I keep bumping into the inanity of this rule. If I have a 3 oz deodorant, a 3 oz toothpaste and 3 oz of shaming cream I would not be allowed to bring them on unless they are in  a plastic bag. No plastic bag = danger. Plastic bag = safe. 

I'd prefer some safety policies that actually made me safer rather than tried to convince me that the government was DOING SOMETHING.

Ah well. Back to people watching, because the laptop battery is dying.