I'm getting ready to go to Skepticon 3 tomorrow. It doesn't actually start until Friday, but it's a good seven hours to Springfield, Missouri so I figured I'd allow a day for the drive and then hopefully wake up fresh and open-minded Friday morning. I love a conference you can attend in a t-shirt and jeans-- well, probably with a cardigan as it's a little cooler up there. Living in Texas can spoil a person.
Rather than addressing the TSA outcry going on right now about people having to choose between either a startlingly detailed full-body scan or a startlingly invasive full-body rubdown if they want to fly, I'm going to link to two people who have provided full-throated, comprehensive rants on the subject:
Jennifer from Ravings From a Feral Genius with Sex Abuse Via The TSA: It's Actually Come To This
and Ken from Popehat with Gropers to Gropees: Shut Up And Take It Or Hit The Road
Suffice to say that I'm very happy not to have to fly anymore, at least for the foreseeable future. I will indeed hit the road.