I am supposed to be packing, but am in fact not actually doing anything that resembles packing.

In other news, we went so see Snakes on a Plane. It was kind of awful in one way, but basically amazing in every other way. It was even, and this surprised me, kind of scary. Like everyone, when I heard Samuel L. Jackson was making a movie entitled Snakes on a Plane, which he had signed to before even reading the script, I thought — as did everyone — that it was one of those things that was so great that it sounded made-up. It never occurred to me that being on a (motherfucking) plane with (motherfucking) snakes would actually be pretty frightening.

Think about it: poisonous, slithery, nipple-biting snakes. In an enclosed space. In the abstract it’s ludicrous and funny, but when I actually saw the snakes, attacking people in the airplane bathroom, crawling around the floor, dangerously near people’s bare feet, I was cringing. I had to watch some parts (and not just the infamous “Get off my dick, you crazy snake!”* scene) through fingers clasped over my eyes.

Obviously this is not the most ground-breaking post in the history of blogging, but I’m moving in like three days, so that’s all I’ve got. Having a plane full of snakes? Actually pretty scary.

Oh and we saw the trailer for Rocky Balboa, which I’ve mentally retitled Rocky VI: Now This Is Just Getting Ludicrous.

*Not verbatim