I was going to put a lot of effort into describing the way the movie seemed to mirror my own life, which surprised and scared me (seemed a little too coincidental) but I've become distracted. You see, as I write this, I'm on American Airlines flight 2040 from Dallas/Ft. Worth to Toronto. It's very exciting, because, along with visiting a friend for the first time (pretty much the part of my life that the movie seemed to mirror), this is the first time I've ever gone on a vacation totally alone.
“All I Want For Christmas Is You” by Mariah Carey just started playing on my Zune. I'm wearing spiffy noise-canceling headphones that turn the usual roar of the jet engines into a quiet low buzz. The guy in front of me is watching one of the SAW movies on his laptop, and the TV is showing “How I Met Your Mother,” which I need to cue up on Netflix, because I enjoy Neil Patrick Harris. But the really cool thing about this trip, so far, is that when prompted at the check-in if I wanted to upgrade to first class, I was the only person there who could say “no” since I'd paid for the trip myself.
I said yes. Best $140 I've spent in a while. Holy Shit they brought me ice cream. I'd take a picture of it to show you, but the real impressive part was the huge tray they brought out for the dinner. A Caesar Salad, cheese filled tortillini, and coke in a glass. Not a plastic cup. A fucking glass. I finally know what that great thespian Will Smith was talking about with his semi-immortal words:
First class, yo, this is bad.
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass?
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like?
Hmmm. This might be alright.
It is. Indeed this is alright.
My netbook is running low on batteries. I hope I can get to a good stopping point. Actually, I guess it's not too low. Not bad compared to the last one I had, with a battery life close to half of a half-hour. Seriously, I don't know why everyone doesn't have one of these things. It can fit in my pocket, has Wi-Fi, runs ubuntu like a dream (but then, what doesn't?)... it's the perfect PC. I just need to figure out how to get email synchronized between this and my desktop PC. Any suggestions.
I've got no idea when this will go up. I'm sure Canada has internet access, like the civilized world does, but it may be hidden. Or I may need to consult a moose to get it. This I cannot do. I give my solemn word, now, in this comfortable chair, eating my cheesecake-infused ice cream, at thirty-thousand feet, that I shall not use hoofed animals for tech support.
The line must be drawn here.
