I don't fly well. When I was a kid I got airsick a lot, but the being-in-an-airplane part didn't scare me per se. Flying was just..well...boring, but nothing worse than that. Hell, the left engine on a plane I was on from Mount Isa exploded, and even that didn't bother me.
But as I got older, flying started to scare the shit out of me. My two holidays to Japan in '99 and 00' had spectacularly horrid flights in both directions: imagine sitting thru 5 straight hours of terror-inducing Clear Air Turbulence. In 1990, my flight back from Hong Kong hit an air pocket and the plane dropped hundreds of feet in a split second - the fella rising from his seat in front of us smashed his head on the roof.
Turbulence is not fucking fun. And even when you get a break from it, you just know there's more coming.
There's nothing I can do to relax on planes. They won't let you get wasted before you get on. I can't take my own bottle of vodka. I can't read because I get nauseous so easily. I can never hear the movie or music properly thru those shitty little earphones. And I'm trapped in that shitty economy-class seating: can't recline the seat far enough to sleep, you can't go for a walk to relax, there's the deafening drone of the engines, that ghastly sickly-sweet smell of the interior of the plane, the endless discomfort, the parched throat from the dry air. Each hour seems like a day. Hell, I found myself going to the toilet as often as possible just to be able to move around.
Flying to me is simply an eternal agony of physically restricitve, tiring, nausea-inducing, terrifying hell in what feels like a flying coffin. There are few things as sweet to me as the moment you feel the wheels touch the runway. The thought is always the same - hey, I didn't die. There's no point hiding it. Flying just scares me to death nowdays.
The flight to Japan was only just over 9 hours, the flight to LA next month will be almost 14 (and it's an hour longer on the way back). Just the thought of it is starting to give me the heebie-jeebies. I've heard the Sydney-LA trip tends to be very smooth, but somehow I doubt it. Can anyone offer their own experiences?
I'm not a drug person, but I think I'm gonna be asking for some nice little pills from the doctor before I get on that bloody plane.
If anyone can offer some comforting thoughts/advice/reassuring statistics, now would be a great time to send them.
(And if there's any
kind-hearted billionaires reading this, the gift of an upgrade to business-class
seating will win you a friend for life.)
Just caught up with the DVD of John Frankenheimer's 1965 WW2 flick The Train, and a darn fine effort it was.
Burt Lancaster stars as a French resistance soldier trying to stop a Nazi train full of stolen french art treasures from making it to Germany.
Starts off rather
scrappily, with erratic pacing & direction. And the sound is terrible.
Once the train is on it's journey though, it's a cracker of a film. Heartily
No time to blog properly tonight. Had to do some stuff for work. Back tomorrow. In the meantime, check out my "past whackings".
Before I go, some quick random points:
- Sam Peckinpah's 1975 movie "Killer Elite" with James Caan and Robert Duvall is one of the biggest pieces of shit I've ever seen.
- Old Crow is seriously good bourbon.
- The next bike I buy will probably be a Triumph Speed Triple.
What does Brown care? The lives of a few Iraqi families would just get in the way of his yo-yo posturing.
Brown doesn't necessarily
believe that, he just doesn't care. Human life plays second fiddle to
his sociopathic leftist rage.
Phillip Adams seems very scared of things which aren't happening and won't happen. Or maybe the cretinous slob is confusing criticism with genocide. This may be the world's most pathetic case of Glass Jaw.
If you say so Phil. Funny, it hasn't happened yet.
Dangerous? Of whom
does he speak? A reborn USSR? China? Believe it or not, the fearsome enemy
Phil identifies is (chortle) the United Nations (stop laughing
I've got news for you fatso, if the US wanted to destroy the UN, it wouldn't require the combined force of the US air force, navy and marines. Sweet jesus, a 300lb lesbian hooker with a bento box could take em all out.
The screech of the leftist - with wounded pride and massive delusions of grandeur - strikes again. Oddly, Phil cannot specify any instance of anti-war sentiment being so heartlessly crushed. It's pretty much a function of his wet cerebrum.
Phil is still in his lucrative taxpayer-funded broadcasting job, despite criticising The Bloodsucking Vampire John Howard every day for the last seven years. I have a feeling that Phillip wants to be oppressed by the government - it would be less painful to him as his current state: uninfluential and wholly irrelevant. Hence the martyrdom fantasies.
Well, except when he's questioned (daily) by reporters, who are free to do so. Hell Phil, even you would be free to do so if you ever got off your arse and worked for a living.
Don't expect to ever
see Phil at a Dubya press conference though: he couldn't stand the indignity
of being ignored.
Jimmy-Bob Morrow takes
a look at a very entertaining Islamokook website.
The Daily Saddam says ten million people will starve in Iraq if war breaks out.
of Marc Herold and Noam Chomsky)
...The Daily Saddam again, for this earth-shattering "Breaking News" headline;
ONLY SADDAM CAN PREVENT WAR NOW
Wow, ya think????
Must be that classy
crack-ho makeup and streetwalker fashion sense. Excuse me, I need to barf.
Paid for my trip today. The itinerary:
April 6-10: Los Angeles
April 10-13: Gatlinburg, Tennessee
April 13-24: Montreal & Quebec City
April 24-29: Los Angeles (weekender to San Francisco)
be damned fun, except for all the bloody flying.
Sometimes you read things that make you want to drag the author into a dark alley and beat the fucker to death with a baseball bat.
Hell hath no fury like a angry commie. The sociopaths over at the International Socialist Organisation are going bonkers that Jose Ramos Horta is pro-war. Their hissy-fit over this is to be expected. But here's what they say about the Australian military intervention which saved thousands of lives.
That's probably because people power ended up with lots of people being slaughtered whereas imperialist australians with guns stopped the miltia rampages and saved thousands of lives.
Gee whiz, the mayhem subsided when the troops arrived, I wonder why that was?
But here's the kicker:
You filthy, worthless Stalin-loving hypocritical cunt bastards. Thousands were being slaughtered, the australian troops intervened to stop the massacre. Yet to your average commie scumbag, this doesn't matter. It's all about evil westerners crushing the third-worlders.
Peter Cosgrove handled - with stunning aplomb - the job of landing an Australian force on Indonesian soil, repelling rampaging, murderous militias, while glad-handling the Indonesians so as not to start a war. He succeeded on all counts.
Yet these loathesome, unwashed, gulag-loving pieces of commie shit now accuse Cosgrove - who saved thousands of lives amidst a nearly impossible political situation without starting a war - of colluding with the murderous pro-Jakarta forces.
Presumably Cosgrove should have launched a war against Indonesia, or let the rest of the Timorese be slaughtered. After all, to the average socialist, thousands of lives is a small price to pay for ideological correctness.
Let's see, an Independent
East Timor, free from rampaging miltias, run by Timorese democrats
like Ramos Horta (the horror of it!). Sounds good to me, though
your average Castro-masturbator has always despised the democratic system.
It gives ignorant non-enlightened people the power to choose for
Just when you think the moral sewer of socialism has reached it's depths, these squealing totalitarian piglets pull something like this out of the bag.
Go die, you fuckers.
Motorcycle racing legend Barry Sheene - the last brit to win a GP - died today of cancer.
Two-time world champ Sheene made Australia home and made an immense contribution to the careers of many successful australian racers, and was a brilliant motorsports commentator.
Sadly, Sheene decided to accept "natural" remedies for his illness after he'd decided against any surgery.
Did medical quackery
cost Sheene his life? It would appear so.
I'll be in LA twice during April, my host there has offered to take me shooting one day. Not a pleasure we get to do much here in increasingly nanny-state Oz.
Can anyone recommend
a gun club/range where I can fit in a decent level of instruction then
target-practice in the one day? Both handgun/rifle are fine.
I've been doing other
activities this weekend, hence the non-existent bloggage. Now I'm back,
and slowly answering my e-mails.
Indigenous leader Terry O'Shane offers his deep insights into the Iraq war debate in the latest Green Left Weekly;
Choke. Splutter. Nah, no aboriginal inter-tribal violence or environmental impacts at all until naughty whitey showed up. Ever heard of Disneyfication Terry?
How silly of us to overlook this: Saddam is part of the brotherhood of humanity maaaan, we should all welcome the diversity his enlightened tyranny brings the world.
Read the rest, he's
got all sorts of moss-brained wisdoms to offer.
The Green Left is predictably outraged at East Timorese freedom-fighter Jose Ramos-Horta's support for war in Iraq. It then argues (get this) that it was mass protest and not Australian military intervention that stopped the slaughter by pro-Jakarta militias!
This bloke needs to
see a doctor.
Heavy music fans should check out Ministry's animositisomina, their best effort by far since 1992's Psalm 69. Welcome back boys.
I also checked out the DVD of Road to Perdition. Darn fine movie, with Hanks a delightful surprise as the morally confused hitman and Paul Newman ripping into his best role in years. That old dude sure hasn't lost his acting chops.
And to top it off,
I just this evening caught up with the DVD of John Carpenter's gloriously
trashy schlockfest The Fog. It aint The Thing, but it was
still a hoot.
Jamie Glazov has some harsh words for his countrymen. It includes this classic quote;
In Canada, of course,
it has always been legitimate to be a bigot, as long as it involves hating
David Carr has
some ominous warnings about the coming EU constitution - a truly hellish
big-state Brusselcrat blueprint for a united and creepily non-democratic
European union. If I were an englander, I'd be looking at moving to Australia
or the USA pronto.
The Melbourne Formula One Grand Prix today was apparently exciting. I thought it was a yawn. Motorsports victories should be determined by people - you know - racing. This race was (as always with four-wheeled racing) determined by pit stop strategies and who didn't crash.
The whole concept of drivers dicing for the lead and overtaking each other is as distant to this sport as ever.
Even last weekend's
World Superbike race wasn't as dull as F1.
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