Have I ever posted from a plane before?
I know that I once got told it was romantic to write an e-mail to someone while on a plane. I dunno if the vast majority of people feel that way, but hey, different strokes for different folks, right?
A truly amazing array of random thoughts (I have not done this in a while)
So I am sitting here at 30,000 feet, contemplating the rude things people do on airplanes. I have had a woman (on a previous flight) so intently looking at my screen as I typed that I mentioned her in the e-mail I was working on. Nothing rude, just that “The woman next to me seems awfully intent on what I am doing.” Once she realized I was writing about her, she got visibly huffy and made it clear that she was mad at me. /sigh
If you don’t want me to write about you, don’t do something so worth writing about while I am typing. Imagine how mad she would be if she knew I was still writing about her.
On this flight, the child behind me has played some game resembling racquetball on the back of my chair until I told him to stop (again, politely) and his mother (sitting next to him), got huffy. If you don’t want me to tell your children what to do, don’t let them act like cretins. Later in the flight, he climbed up on my seat (I’m kind of surprised at this point that the flight attendant didn’t get involved) to look over my shoulder and see what I was doing on my computer. He was so close to me, I could hear him breathing in my ear. Again I had to turn to the mother and ask, “are you going to tell him to get down, or shall I?”
I know my Mac is incredibly cool, but do all computers get this much attention during air travel?
Speaking of my cool Mac… for nighttime flights, I would like to mention that the backlit keyboard is the coolest thing EVER.
The Markdown tool for MovableType (supported by Ecto) is pretty cool, although it took me about 3 months to figure out what the big deal was.
Several good quotes from the American Way magazine today:
“They say that those who do not study history are doomed to repeat it. What they don’t tell you is that those who do study history are also doomed to repeat it — the difference is that they know that they are repeating it.”
That, my friends, is the type of thought provoking prose that we pay hundreds of dollars a ticket for.
Well, I just got told by an authoritative voice over a very low quality loudspeaker that I am to put my electronic equipment away, raise my tray table, and return my seat to it’s fully upright position. I guess the rest of my wit and wisdom will have to wait for a while.