Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane to Round Rock
Just got back from seeing Snakes on a Plane. It’s bad-fucking-ass. It would have been a lot better had I managed to drag myself out of my hellhole to go yesterday, during the premiere; today only five people made it to the 9pm show. It’ll be gone by next week, at this rate.
It couldn’t have been too much more over the top without totally tipping over into complete hopelessness. As is, it was pretty damned intense. I won’t spoil any surprises for anyone but it will definitely keep you grinning. It’s got enough completely gratuitous over-the-top snake attacks (and similarly weird snake deaths) to keep you laughing and of course there’s Sam Jackson yelling MOTHERFUCKER a lot, which is always badass.
I felt bad for the copilot though. He went through way too much goddamn shit in that movie. Poor fuck.
Anyway… Tomorrow I leave for my first plane ride ever. And I’m not staying up all night, like I had planned, on the advice of somebody who’s flown a lot more than I have. Of course that’s almost anyone. But anyway…
Only thing I’m scared of at this point is the TSA. I’ve got two laptops and way too many goddamn accessories to go along with said two laptops. Power adapters for both, connections for my phone and headset, iPod, portable mouse, Plantronics headset, blah, blah, blah… good god, I have way too much bullshit. It probably won’t be that big of a deal, I’m just nervous as fuck about it. Like normal.