Comments on: Some Final Surprises http://dianto.org/blog/index.php/2005/11/24/some-final-pictures-some-final-surprises \Di*an`to*log"ic*al\, adj. Pertaining to a theory concerned with a sense of obligation to projects or ideas that make sense only to Sean MC. [Prob. corruption of Greek deon, deont-, obligation, necessity (from neuter present participle of dein, to need, lack) + -logical.] Usage: "It is very diantological for Sean to want to have multiple blogs, one for each major subject." Tue, 18 Nov 2008 22:30:22 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: D'Arque Bishop http://dianto.org/blog/index.php/2005/11/24/some-final-pictures-some-final-surprises/comment-page-1#comment-410 D'Arque Bishop Fri, 25 Nov 2005 06:57:11 +0000 http://dianto.org/blog/index.php/2005/11/24/some-final-pictures-some-final-surprises#comment-410 For some reason you're reminding me of when I went to the UK with Chris. We were going through security at Gatwick Airport to get our flight from London to Manchester, and I went through with no problems. As I got my bag and walked a few steps, I turned around and was about to say, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" ... ... only to see Chris standing back at the security station, arms out, legs spread apart, while three or four security officers patted him down and ran the X-ray wand over him. When they finally let him go on, he was NOT a happy camper. When we walked to the plane he bitched about it, but I managed to calm him down by reminding him that A) it was likely a random search, and B) the IRA were working in full force at that point in time. Haven't had any real notable airport security stories since. For some reason you’re reminding me of when I went to the UK with Chris. We were going through security at Gatwick Airport to get our flight from London to Manchester, and I went through with no problems. As I got my bag and walked a few steps, I turned around and was about to say, “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” …

… only to see Chris standing back at the security station, arms out, legs spread apart, while three or four security officers patted him down and ran the X-ray wand over him. When they finally let him go on, he was NOT a happy camper. When we walked to the plane he bitched about it, but I managed to calm him down by reminding him that A) it was likely a random search, and B) the IRA were working in full force at that point in time.

Haven’t had any real notable airport security stories since.

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