flying home. again.
a good time was had in the uk, seeing friends, doing some tv shows (graham norton show was a lot of fun, my apologies to any sensitive glaswegians, i meant it as a compliment…).
but i’m so glad to be going home. home can be mundane. home can be boring. home can even be depressing. but home is still home. and i’m glad to be going home for a slightly extended period of time.
we’re flying over newfoundland and the plane just banked and i can actually see lights outside the window. well, outside of the window and on theground.
no, i see lights outside the window! swamp gas!
big pockets of frozen swamp gas floating around at 38,000 feet impersonating bulbous headed aliens!
swamp gas.
weather balloons.
can’t they think of better things to convince people that they haven’t seen a flying saucer?
the only one that would work for me would be ‘experimental aircraft’.
that i’d buy. but if you’re standing by the wal-mart and you see a space ship and it hovers and then wooshes off into the night sky are youreally going to believe some government agent telling you that you saw swamp gas?
no. i think not. so, mr & mrs government agent, stop telling the kids that they’re seeing swamp gas, ok? trot out the ‘experimental aircraft’ explanation. we’ll believe that. proudly.
but there don’t seem to be any experimental aircraft or pockets of swamp gas hanging out up here at 38,000 feet. which is probably for the best, actually.
such things might spook the pilots. and no one wants a scared pilot, now do they. i don’t.
i ate too much polenta.
moby