Here is a snapshot of me in Washington National. The book in my lap is The White Castle, by Orhan Pamuk. It is turned to chapter 1, page 1. After 24 hours of total flight time, I didn’t get much past that page. Why? Because I’m an obsessive compulsive idiot.
Whilst aboard the plane, heading for Turkey, over the Atlantic, I became a bit….uncomfortable….about not having control. All was okay, until night came, and the OCD hit strong and hard. Anything that made me comfortable, such as reading the book I’d been salivating over or sleep, was forbidden. What I’m trying to say here is that if I were to partake in any activity that took my mind off the fear of the flight, the flight would be in peril. Therefore, I had to do things that I did not want to do. It was for the good of everyone on board you see. So, while I regret that I am unable to give you a full review of the two Orhan Pamuk titles I’d discussed in this post, here are a few in-depth reviews of the films that were shown on my flights. I hope you find these enlightening.
Ocean’s 12
I’d seen the first one and liked it. This one was crap.
National Treasure
I admit that I enjoy a good far-fetched action adventure movie from time to time. But not when they are crap.
Miss Congeniality 2
I was concerned that I’d be lost since I’d not seen the first movie. To the screenwriter’s credit, it was quite simple to get a handle on the characters and to catch up quickly with exactly which crappy plotline this movie was adopting.
Hitch
Will Smith! Some crap that will make you grin from time to time. When Will Smith’s character has an allergic reaction to food on a date and his face swells, I almost wet my pants. But…sorry Will…it’s still crap.