The Intertrans (www.intertrans.com) booth featured rows of glass vials filled with bubbling liquids and surgical tubing, like a mad scientist’s lab or a pothead’s dream. But Intretrans didn’t come to Internext with fully packed bongs. Instead, attendees are lining up to take massive rips of oxygen. Scented oxygen, to be precise.
Unlike former President Clinton, I inhaled. The Eucalyptus smelled like Eucalyptus. The cherry smelled like cherry. The snozzberry smelled like snozzberry, and all of the sudden I got really hungry, and started to, like, really think about the Universe. (I mean, what if there are, like, a million tiny worlds inside one speck of dust? Far out, man. )
Really, though, the Oxygen smells good and gives you a nice little kick. The perfect pick-me-up for weary Internext denizens. I suggest you go and have a suck.
