kidz
The flight over was a bit of a piece of shit. There were screaming babies everywhere. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that the entire airplane, all pilots and crew members, and every single passenger except myself (although even this is arguable) was comprised of screaming infants and toddlers. So besides just the incidental screaming little fuckers sitting around me, crying out for mommy, needing to be changed on the spot (great!) and otherwise making life miserable, the pilots were screaming over the PA as well: "waahhhh!!! this is yow captain speaking!! waaaaahhhh!" and the stewardesses were all little screaming girls who came down the isles screaming at the other babies about whether they wanted tea of coffee, etc. A total piece of shit.

Another shitty aspect was the lame movie, some utter piece of shit dance movie starring Antonio Banderas, a young white girl (I didn't watch it so I'm not sure if he gets to sodomize her in the end, as happens in most Hollywood movies these days) and a bunch of troubled black kids. As if I'm gonna watch that! I draped the airline blanket over my head like I've done on other flights when I wanted to block out the world in a complete and unqualified way, covering my head and face but leaving a hole in the folds for my mouth and nose, so I could at least breathe air. If you just drape the fucker over your head without making the airhole, it gets hot in there pretty quickly, let me tell you. Of course this blanket and mouth hole arrangement must look pretty retarded, if not down right scary, to the rest of the infantile passengers, but you can probably guess where I stand on that matter!

dreams of folds
It's not easy to maintain this mouth hole amidst the airline blanket; the fabric moves, or something shifts, and all of a sudden you have a mouthfull of synthetic man-made fiber. In the intermittent bits of sleep I managed to get, I dreamed of being stuck in folds of fabric which made no sense, folds you could never get free of, folds where the ostensible mouth hole is perpetually just out of reach. Not really fun dreams, basically. Also, I usually sleep with mouth ajar, for air reasons, and I kept waking up with my mouth hanging wide open. This must have looked downright creepy, a guy with a dark green blanket covering his body and head, with just a mouth hole, and the mouth is wide open. But fuck them, for thinking that! Could they be more superficial?

one old lady
Oh yes, there was one old lady on board also. I just watched her struggle with the bathroom door. She pushed in vain at a section of the wall and it did not yield. She grimaced. She pushed again at a different panel, and this one yeilded, but in a way she did not expect, causing her to lurch forward very slightly. Again she grimaced. Things were not going her way at all. She pushed yet again with renewed effort, and got her body partially in the bathroom, but part of the door was still between her and her goal. More grimacing. She looked around to see if anyone noticed her struggles, and also partially for support, as if to be like "it's fucking murder over here at this bathroom door, am I wrong?" I laughed a little "HA" right as she finally got in to do whatever gross granny things she had planned in there.

See what I have to put up with? So far so shit!