You know what’s awesome about sitting in an economy class seat on a 10-hour flight? Nothing. Board, sit, sleep, eat, sleep, stand, deplane. Wait, deplane? Really. That sounds so dirty. “Well, my pants are off so I might as well hit the concourse.” This morning I loaded my iPhone with movies, downloaded some great apps, beefed up the tunes, and took a two-wipin’ brainstorm.
As usual, I arrived at the airport 3 days early because airplanes sometimes disappear (so I’m told) and it’s much better to get the news in person so I can experience the misery on site. I’d rather have the
freaky awesome Star Trek (Next Generation) room that simulates environments. If I had that, I’d never leave. Wait, did the original Star Trek with Shatner have the room? I remember the tribbles, not sure about the room. I could go to work there, hit the movies, see dinosaurs, travel through time, definitely. Haha. Shatner.