death by cramping.

If you're like me, a slightly claustrophobic five foot eleven with legs up to your armpits (or even if yours just go up to your ass like everybody else's), I know you'll appreciate this vital information: secrets of coach seat layout. (Link via Metafilter.)

In other news... we've been back for a few days, and I'm starting to get the swing of being home all day with little to no responsibilities. I'm not entirely bored, but neither am I entirely content. Perhaps it's the living room full of boxes I'm trying to ignore, or the fact that until today we were coffeepotless, or la cucaracha I caught in the kitchen a couple of weeks ago, but I'm starting to think job again.

Or I was, until last weekend when we attended (yet) another wedding, this time with several of my ex-co-workers. Somehow all of those Xerox tales of woe and Engineering mishaps weren't so funny this time round. Anybody wanna come play with me??