on flying.

i hate flying.
i hate flying.
i hate it so much it had to be said twice. i used to think aeroplanes were wonderful marvelous magical machines - oh naive fool that i was, for in reality they are horrid and evil.
i don't know who came up with the whole aeroplane/airtravel/airport process, but whoever it was is sadistic: combining the experience of being treated like a terrorist, a criminal, an illegal alein, an imposter, and cattle, all into one 33 hour long day. cramming into a shaking aluminum box, sitting still for hours on end, having your seat kicked by whoever happens to be behind you and listening to children shrieking as unconcerned parenets ignore them.
i think being frisked is my least favourite legal activity, and it is made so much worse by being told to have a nice flight directly afterward.

have a nice flight?
yes. i think i will do that.
same to you.



it wasn't that bad, really: there were no kicking/screaming children, the kids that were there were quite good actually; the plane didn't crash; they constantly kept coming around with food; i watched Prince Caspian (and bawled - but it was dark so it was okay) and about 4 other movies aaaannnd,
i'm back.

yay!