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Thursday, March 31, 2005

Well, I find myself on a plane high above the earth and figured I would take this opportunity to write a little. As I get on the plane, I realize I am sitting across the isle from someone who looks like Joy Williams. It probably is, but that's really not the point, the point is the guy sitting next to her is apparently from her record company and I guess feels the need to let the entire plane know it. He is on the cell phone as I am sitting down and he is making all kinds of music business maneuvers. Of course, he is just loud enough to quell any doubt that he is in "the biz". Anyway, the pilot asks for all cell phones to be turned off and so he turns his off. No sooner is the light on his cell phone gone when he picks up his conversation with Joy, or so we will call her. Again, not to be confused with any mere mortal, he proceeds to rant and rave about the latest "numbers" and how cool it was when this person or that person calls to congratulate the company on the latest success. Well, that's great. I proceeded to put on my headphones and drown out the sound of his peculiarly high pitch voice and for the most part it worked. But, there in the distance is this voice, still going. I don't think he will stop until we land in Dallas. Oh well, I guess the best part is, you all get a Bones review of a certain flight to Dallas taken on this last day of March, 2005.

I just found out he drinks Pepsi. Figures.


Wednesday, February 02, 2005

all is dark . . .