A day of days. I was supposed to leave Boston this morning on an early-morning flight to Los Angeles, but as many of you know in the northeast, you can’t plan anything this winter because it snows every day. I woke up at 5:30 and called in to find out my flight was cancelled and that they had re-booked me on a 10:30am flight with a stop in Newark. Fine. The good news: I went back to bed. The bad news: I had a layover in Newark.

So I’m sitting in the airport in what is, quite possibly, America’s worst city and I have a two hour layover. So what do I do? I turn on my cell phone and start poking around at my options. I changed the font color. I changed the wallpaper. I found all kinds of shit I didn’t even know existed on my cell phone. I had previously set my ringtone to be The Clash’s “London Calling,” but after scrolling through some recent Modtones offering, I got my discovery of the day – a Knight Rider ringtone. Now, whenever you call me, I’ll get that synthesizer-laden Knight Rider theme music from the early 1980s. Sweet, yo.

The flight to Los Angeles? Largely uneventful, other than the fact that it turned out to be a twelve hour travel day and I had to sit next to two teeny-bopper cheerleaders, which, at first glance, might sound like not such a bad thing to a red-blooded American male, right? But after an hour of listening to giggling, gossiping and endless talk about makeup, it got old. Fast. Especially when they interrupted me not once, but twice, during the movie just to ask me what time it was.

The movie, by the way, was After The Sunset, featuring Woody Harrelson, Pierce Brosnan and Salma Hayek. As far as airplane movies go, not so bad. Tomorrow: another flight, this time to San Francisco.

Terry Schiavo: please just let her go.