Snakes and Planes

Ooh, topical!

So I flew to Norway, by way of Iceland, a couple of weeks ago. Iceland Air is the most direct one-stop flight to Norway from the States, with the added bonus of stopping in Iceland. Some may not call this so much of a bonus, considering I certainly wasn't there long enough to stray from Keflavik Airport, but now that Europe is consolidating its immigration duties that means I have an all new stamp on my passport. Woot!

A week after getting home, that whole liquid terror plot thing happened. Had my trip been a week later, or had the Republicans preemmptively exposed the plot by an extra week, those flights home would have sucked. Or they wouldn't have existed for an extra few days, which I can't say I would have minded. Check out bsom for better analysis of the terror plot propaganda.

Then this past week, the Brooklyn Bridge Park film series screened Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, a fine movie featuring planes (complete with propellers and red lines) and snakes ("Why'd it have to be snakes"), and this:

There's a big snake in the plane, Jock.
Oh, that's just my pet snake Reggie.
I hate snakes, Jock. I hate 'em.
C'mon, show a little backbone, will ya?

Possibly the best snake-on-plane dialogue ever, but do please submit your own. Just please don't ruin any new movies for me and my loyal readers until they've been out for at least a couple weeks.

In other movie news, World Trade Center opened a week or so ago, and I don't think I really want to see it. I must say I'm a little angry at Oliver Stone—if he's not careful he's going to give some pretty big ideas to the terrorists.

1 comment:

  1. Oooh, I have a movie dialogue that involves snakes and planes. I hope it's ok to post this now:

    "Enough is enough! I have had it with these muthafuckin' snakes on this muthafuckin' plane!"