I absolutely love flying on Song planes, mostly for the trivia game.  Aside from some punk in seat 23D named “Irv,” I kicked a fair amount of ass answering inane trivia questions during my flight home from Young Judaea convention today (until I got bored and decided to watch a marathon of Miami Ink on TLC).  But what I don’t love is having my flight’s departure delayed two hours.  After arriving at the airport stupidly early, I napped for about an hour and a half at my gate, did some chemistry homework, and woke up in time to board with Zone 3.  At which point the kindly voice of one of the flight attendants informed us that we would be sitting on the plane for an indeterminate amount of time.

Which was 100% suck for its two hour duration, compounded by the fact that the man with biceps the diameter of hams I was sitting next to kept flipping through his copy of Guns and Ammo Magazine, demonstrating to this scrawny Jewish kid that if the emperor looks like a violent gun-swinging bumpkin, the emperor probably IS a violent gun-swinging bumpkin.  Nevertheless, the pictures are already on Facebook, for those that have an account.

Once I got home, though, I put some more money on my AllTunes account and downloaded a whole bunch of new music:

  • Hot Chip – The Warning
  • My Morning Jacket – Z
  • Regina Spektor – Begin to Hope
  • Sufjan Stevens – Illinoise
  • Theivery Corporation – The Outernational Sound
  • Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Show Your Bones

Oh, and I’m reasonably sure that I’m going to be piercing my helix come November.  While my sister (susancalvin) still needs to fill me in on what I need to watch for (or just go with me), I’m more than a little excited.  Because — hey! — holes.  In my ear.  Good shit.