Today as I was grabbing my orange juice I saw a news alert that the debris found near Brazil is in fact NOT from the missing flight. This is quickly becoming a very creepy sort of story. And I'm not even thinking of LOST (which you all know I hate).
I'm actually thinking of Amelia Earhart. And I'm also just thinking that, in this day and age, when everyone can know that I'm taking a piss in the basement of Splash because my cell phone has a GPS in it, no matter where they are, that we can somehow lose a FUCK-HUGE plane... how is that possible?
I mean, there was so much to fear about planes already. Terrorists. Crashing into shit. Swine flu. Bird flu. Bad food. And now, as if that wasn't enough, you need to fear disappearing into thin air and never being seen or heard from again.
I hope they find them soon... it's just really strange to reconcile the fact that there we literally have misplaced an airplane.
Super odd.
You get reception in the basement of Splash?! I can't get reception 10 feet from the door upstairs!
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