Flights Make Me Appreciate Cars

Yes, I know. Statistically much safe than driving in cars. Still. I trust myself driving, because I assume everyone else is both drunk and actively texting. I’m right about 50% of the time.

When you fly, I’m not sure you really need to worry about airplane collisions so much. But I still didn’t personally drug test the pilots, and I didn’t watch the Quality Assurance process of the plane building. I sure as hell ain’t flying on a 737 Max. Ever. I don’t care when anybody says.

Whenever a whistleblower ends up dead halfway through testifying, it’s bad. If it was a movie, that would mean that he had worse things to say before they got to him.

Be safe, whistleblowers. Be safe.

Seriously. When news sources put “self-inflicted” in quotes when referring to a gunshot wound, it gives pause.

I NEVER believed in conspiracy theories before. Not even many actual conspiracies. I find that people are generally really bad at keeping secrets. But it turns out it doesn’t have to be super-secret to be a conspiracy, it just has to be people agreeing to what they’re denying and telling everyone else.

Nothing to see here. No Wuhan lab. Nottthhhhiiiinnnnnngggg to see.

So, I’m sitting here waiting for my connection. In a food court with an unfortunate mix of food smells (all good individually, but collectively just south of nauseous. Appreciating the ground.

And the elbow room as I’m writing. Elbow room. Sigh. So nice.

So fleeting.