Saturday, December 19, 2009

Dec 8.09 11:25 Mountain time, still en route to Phoenix

Word of advice: don't sit anywhere you can see the wing of your plane while it is taking off from Denver International Airport unless you have a total disregard for how ludicrous and insane flying really is.

See, I'm aware of how ludicrous it is that man actually flies. It goes against all of nature. It is an abomination for land-dwelling mammals to reach 35,000 feet, regardless of what anyone tells you.

The pilot warned us that take-off would be a little choppy. He failed to mention those seated on the wing would be watching it shake in the breeze like a sheet of tin being used to create thunder claps in a stage production of King Lear.

Oh well. Seeing the first blue sky of the day now that we're above Denver's snowy cloud-cover. A spot of turbulence has the plane heaving and yawing like a kite in a stiff breeze.

If someone doesn't shut that baby up, incidentally, they'll be arresting me when this fucking thing touches down.

Just kidding. Babies rule.

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