Delayed like a Muthafucka

Seattle was great. Everyone I wanted to spend time with made an appearance and then some. I forget how much I enjoy Jim's house. It's truly a playground of epic porportions. Oh, and Jim is cool too.

Why does the airplane go completely spaz just before take off? Because nothing inspires confidence in the equipment your life depends on like flickering lights, erratic beeping and the A/C turning off and on repeatedly, right? It's like sitting in an end scene from Friday the 13th 15: "Freddy goes Flying". If all of that stuff happened while in flight, the cabin populace would go 100% Godzilla-is-coming ape-shit.

It seems to me that if we, mankind in general, can conquer the skies why can't we keep the intrument of that very conquest from going sporadically dark?

Flying out of Seattle is fun. It's fun because of Seattle's renowned overcast sky. It makes the first part of your flight seem like a metaphor for some epic hero's story. The taxi across the tarmac would represent the Hero's classic conflict, then the take off made rough by wind and rain could be the first battle at the threshold of his odyssee, then the ascent is the journey to the hold of the antagonist. Once you enter the the clouds of the overcast you enter the climactic battleground where our hero slays the beast. And the best part is the when you burst out of the overcast like a cartoon mermaid into the clear sunny skies of our spoils, ideally set to some homestead aubade.