There Is No Arch Deluxe, Only Zuul

Ghostbusters joke and a dated reference to a burger for sophisticated tastes that I actually liked from McDonalds. Its all down hill from here.

I was flying last week and we (as a collective flight) were getting ready to land. As we descended over the insanely huge sprawl that is known as the greater Los Angeles area the woman who was seated at the window seat was excitedly peering out the window. In my mind for a brief second I thought to myself, "What's the big deal? It's just Los Angeles and half the time this city sucks." HAHAHA I thought with my small moral superiority victory over this "idiot" who is coming to California as a tourist loser. I actually thought of myself as better than her for about 10 seconds then got really sad when I realized that I was first and foremost being an asshole and secondly...was extremely jealous of her window seat since I'm still one of the four people above the age of 8 who likes flying on planes and gets kind of excited about takeoffs and landings. In fact I was straining to look out the window too because it is at night when Los Angeles is pretty awesome to see. The darkness hides the fact that most of the city is either grey or a weird half dead brown color and there aren't really any trees...instead its a glittering landscape that looks pretty awe inspiring.

But back to my own self loathing realization that I was being an asshole. I WAS. Which was stupid. Why was i constructing this entire narrative for a woman I've never met and had no clue what her possible reasons for being on this plane were. Maybe her grandmother passed away and she was coming out to Los Angeles to bury her. Maybe she wanted to be in porn. Either way I was being stupid.

This leads me to my grand story about the huge bitch who was on the plane going from Los Angeles to Minneapolis. I have a picture of her that I took but I guess I won't upload it for now. Anyways to keep this boring story short I will say this. Woman in front of me in security line that happened to be huge is whining the whole time. The line will move at its own speed regardless of how much you audibly complain about how slow the line is going. Also trying to be LINE POLICE and informing people that they can't cut in front when they weren't even going to is annoying. Shut your face. Please stop telling us about how much better Southwest Airlines is when you're flying to San Francisco.....GUESS WHAT BITCH, YOU'RE FLYING TO MINNEAPOLIS AND TAKING NORTHWEST SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT HOW AWESOME AND GREAT SOUTHWEST IS AND HOW YOU HURT YOUR BACK LAST YEAR SO YOU COULD IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO CUT TO THE FRONT OF THE LINE WITH YOUR STUPID DISABILITY WAIVER OR SOME SHIT BECAUSE IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT, THEN FUCKING DO IT OR SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Oh and thanks for being overweight because when I tried to go past you when we were boarding I couldn't because you're too FUCKING FAT so I couldn't squeeze by you.


By the way Minnesota was lovely despite the rain and occasional snow. It was shockingly refreshing to have some other weather. I also met some other people on the blog rolls and the premiere was fun.

SOME PEOPLE STAND IN THE DARKNESS, AFRAID TO STEP IN TO THE LIGHT



Let me quickly say that this intro randomly popped in to my head and I posted it but this also lead to me remembering the episode where C.J. (Pamela Andersons character) meets some former actor guy who is now a homeless dude who lives in Venice. He dies and I think he leaves a bunch of money to her. This is a touching story but has one small flaw. Anyone who sells rags and random crap in Venice is probably not really rich and choosing to leave on the streets, but rather just a fucking weirdo who is selling weird trinkets and or terrible paintings of Bob Marley.