So, after one helluva flight (with SARS looming with every trip to the lavatory), I made it to Manila. Abused the hand sanitizer and the anti-bac soap all through the flight. Opened up Edward Lazarus' Closed Chambers which is a great read.

On the flight, I sat next to John, who is a stagehand and lightsman for, wait for it, the Rolling Stones. He's done the same thing for groups like NSYNC (which he said was dick when it came to crowd control) and Metallica (who apparently are really nice people). I was psyched that I was now one degree of separation from Justin Timberlake, which means two degrees from Britney. Hurrah!

When you get in the Manila airport, your temperature is taken. Everyone's temperature is taken. Which means an extra hour more time spent at the airport after traveling 18 hours. Better safe than sorry I guess.

I miss my usual blogs. I'll be running around like a headless chicken getting stuff ready for the big M next month, but, here's to getting back online. :-D