Super-Con!

So, tonight Leigh and I will be flying out to San Jose for Super-Con. Now, I hate to admit this, but flying always causes me a little trepidation.

I’m not entirely certain why.

I’m not afraid of terrorists. I think, as most red-blooded American men do, that if terrorists tried to take over the airplane I would be able to stop them. This is mainly because I always carry a large, hardbound book onto the plane with me. You can’t have a machete, but they will let you take 6-pounds of hard-backed paper.

Terrorist: I have a box knife, fear me!

Me: I’ve got volume 5 of the OED! Let’s go!

Cue sounds of someone being pummeled with a book.

Note: the OED is the Oxford English Dictionary and it is frickin’ huge.

I don’t worry about both pilots falling over dead at the same time, as Mythbusters has informed me that planes can now land themselves.

I don’t worry about gremlins tearing the wire out of the wings (Yes, I saw that William Shatner episode of The Twilight Zone as a kid. Yes, it freaked me out). I have been assured by several stewardesses that they have since installed anti-Gremlin measures onto all domestic and international flights.

I just think that it has something to do with being stuck in a giant, flimsy, metal cigar at 22,000 feet and thinking ‘I hope the guy that glued the wings on wasn’t having a bad day.’

Yes, I know the wings aren’t glued on. I’m pretty sure they use screws or something.

Hopefully, there will be some good con stories for next Monday.

Cheers,
-Jason