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Freeze frame

Oh boy — individual TVs on my flight to ATL!

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And mine is so friendly — it has been welcoming me for almost 45 minutes.

Can you say busted?

Sigh.

Reminiscing

I was on yet another airplane this morning, bored, so I decided to go through my phone storage and delete old files and pics that I didn’t need anymore.

I was surprised at how many docs were on my phone. You should check yours; like me, you probably only downloaded files on your phone to take an quick look and store them elsewhere.

So I axed most of them.

I kept more of the pics, but what fun it was to scroll through them!

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Reliving my family’s recent beach trip to Florida…fun visits in NYC with friends and family…Lou and my Harry Potter World adventures…and my trip to Tokyo last year!

If you need a quick pick-me-up, browse through the images in your gallery. I guarantee it will put a smile on your face.

Silent suffering

We have all heard stories about airplane passengers locked in ugly, public battles over their personal space.

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But do we ever stop to honor fliers who suffer a rapid recliner, space stealing, bounce-in-their-chair adult female passenger for six hours and don’t snap?

We should. Cause I just sat behind her and didn’t pick a fight, even though she gave me every reason.

Did I mention she had two spawn in the row with her?

Constant turbulence. For six hours.

Riding it out

The lady sitting across the aisle from me on this flight is scared to fly.

She didn’t tell me, but she didn’t have to.

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She is a white knuckle flier.

She has, at intervals, been visibly praying. And fidgeting. And sweating.

When I was very young, I used to get motion sick on airplanes — green, sick and nauseous.

I think that was better.

When Wallace Met Chandry

It’s no accident that the movie poster for What If places good friends Wallace and Chandry at a diner.

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The film is clearly trying to be the When Harry Met Sally for this generation…and does a decent job.

Daniel Radcliffe and Zoe Kazan are quirky and appealing, their friendship believable,  their banter quick and smart.

She has a boyfriend (who made me laugh), and Daniel has emotional baggage — plus best friend Adam Driver of Girls who has huge energy…and is huge standing next to Daniel (which is pretty funny right there).

This is a rom-com, so there are misunderstandings, yearning, romantic postcards (in this day and age), implusive international flights, fist fights, and at least two weddings — babies, too.

What if that stuff still worked in films?

You know — it kinda does.

So cool

When I was walking through baggage claim tonight in Terminal C at LaGuardia, I noticed a little boy — four or to five years of age, I’m guessin? — who was closely examining the wall-mounted water fountain.

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His father stood patiently to one side as his son pushed the button again and again, seemingly fascinated by the stream of water he was summoning forth.

“That is so cool,” the boy said.

“It is really cool,” his dad replied.

And then we all smiled at each other and shared the moment, which was really cool, too.

Water, water everywhere

It is a frequent (and very sad) Facebook status:

“I’ve dropped my cellphone in water. Email me until I get it replaced.”

watery phoneThis hasn’t happened to me yet. But as recently as last month, I heard similar tales from family and friends. And I am always sympathetic (to keep karma on my side).

Today I offer a possible solution.

It’s called DryBox Rescue, a service offered by authorized dealers around the country.  Your soggy cellphone is placed in a patent-pending drying chamber.  The moisture is then removed —  at the molecular level — in less than 30 minutes.

It also works on other small electronic devices that are drawn to the toilet and sink —  mp3 players, cameras, GPS units, etc.

Full disclosure:  I’ve never used this service; I’ve just read about it in an airline magazine.  But it sounds like a much better option than 1) rice or 2) throwing away your pricey smart phone.

So, give it a look.  Other than the rather unfortunate name, I think it shows promise.

A cry for help

pistachios in shellI am on a flight back to New York City from Miami.

This handful of pistachios in the shell — objects appear bigger on the blog than they are in real life — is all I have had for dinner.

Flight attendants, please bring the cart with your food for sale!  I will buy it, whatever it is.

Sincerely,

Starving, Party of 1
Seat 10C

Barely broken

Breaking Bad ends its incredible run tonight. At least, that’s what I hear.

I mean, I know it’s ending. I inferred the ‘incredible’ part. ‘Cause I never watched it.

Photo: Ursula Coyote / AMCUnlike my friends Jeff Drake and Wendy Molyneux, I haven’t attempted to binge watch every episode prior to tonight’s series finale. Nor have I felt like the’ last person in America’ who hasn’t watched Walter White and Jesse Pinkman’s meth odyssey in the desert.

(I knew Jeff and Wendy were out there.)

I actually felt kinda proud that I had held out all this time…although I had never planned not to watch the show.

But now I have Netflix.  Now I can.

So yesterday I watched Season 1 and began Season 2.  I am on an airplane headed westward as I type this, so all will be resolved by the time I land.  But if I hope to finish the series on my terms and not have the ending ruined, I will simply have to follow sage advice given to Ben Affleck after he was recently cast as the new Batman:

Stay off Twitter for a couple of days.”

 

Those aren’t pillows!

Planes-Trains-and-AutomobilesA taxi.

An airplane.

Another taxi.

The subway.

A train.

Yet another taxi.

That’s how I traveled from Boston this morning…made a brief stop home in New York City mid-day…and arrived in Philadelphia early this evening.

I can’t help but think —

Steve Martin and John Candy would be proud.