GNU Rob Reiner. (I have a sneaking suspicion that Sir Terry Pratchett might have approved.)

Would that not be Saint Jacob of Joliet?

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look upon my works, which may not be reproduced or distributed without express written consent from Major League Baseball.

And I just heard Reverend Mord announcing: "Today is the feast day of Saint Jacob of Joliet..."

The Red Sox in 2004 felt like a harbinger. And Red Sox Nation's joy at the misery of Yankee fans, and demands that everyone heap abuse on Yankee fans in celebration of their misery, felt like an even more ominous sign.

I hope that when his time on earth ends, it is preceded by agony so profound that he cannot determine the moment when his earthly suffering ends and his eternal torment begins.

I approve, with the caveat that one should not punch Nazis; one should use a baseball bat instead. More effective application and less chance of hurting your hand.

So basically you procrastinated your way to five Hugo Awards (not counting Digger)? That's some pretty effective distraction.

Is internet on transcontinental flights now an expectation rather than a rare and expensive luxury?

"Goose-stepping morons like yourself should try reading books instead of burning them." - Henry Jones, Sr., Ph.D.

Reminded of a saying about how "they don't just groom their victims, they groom their character witnesses as well". Abusers get good at hiding things from people who call them "friend".

Similar experience a year or two ago:

Airline flack: "I'm going to need you to check that carry-on."
Me: "No, because there's a CPAP in this carry-on."
Airline flack: *blink* "Oh. Never mind."