Long-time sufferers readers have read both Wayan and Stacey‘s takes on the ‘puffer’ explosives detectors in place in our airports, so I thought I’d point out the Post’s story that the machines are apparently headed for the great scrap-heap in the sky, victims of the War on Liquids and their tendency to get clogged up with all the dust and cruft floating around a busy airport.
Color me shocked that a machine designed to ‘sniff’ might need its filters cleaned more often than our crack TSA security is prepared to do.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
