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19 September 2009 @ 10:51 am
Tres Geek  
Through sheer coincidence I happened to be staring at my countdown clock as it counted down to the start (in the UK) of Merlin season 2. I glanced down and noticed it was at 0 days 00 hours 00 minutes and 32 seconds, and was rather surprised. How did that suddenly happen? Now it's counting down to the new Ultraman movie, which will be in roughly 84 days 00 hours 52 minutes and 21 seconds, not taking into account what time the show times are, and the fact that I'm too lazy to do the math to account for time zone differences plus Daylight Savings Time. (Do you get the impression I liked that trailer?)

But all that reminded me of what I really wanted to post about.

So I still haven't bought my plane tickets to Japan. That's for the trip where I go to (among other things) watch the movie that starts in 84 days. (Such a large and comforting number, that. Three months. Only I see the movie at the end of the trip, so I'm down to two months and two weeks. Somehow that's not as comfortingly large.)

I was telling a friend of mine what the hold up on getting the tickets is. See, the flight I've found has a number of open seats. In fact, the flight's only about two-thirds booked. I have a wide range of choices in where to sit. Now, normally I go for the window seat, since I like leaning against the wall of the plane as a way of trying to sleep. But lately I've been getting frustrated at not being able to get up and walk around or whatever without disturbing the other people in my row, so I've been thinking that maybe I should be open to new opportunities and maybe go for an aisle seat instead. That seems simple enough. I'll grab an aisle seat in the area where I usually sit, on the section to the side.

But wait! I think. The center block of seats has a lot of rows with no one in them yet. Maybe if I get the aisle seat there I might luck out and get an entire row to myself. That would be pleasant. I should do that.

But what if it turns out that I don't get the row to myself? Then I'll be horribly disappointed and will be unhappy the entire flight.

At this point the voice of reason steps in: GET A GRIP, WOMAN! IT'S ONLY 12 HOURS, IT'S NOT THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!! THE IMPORTANT THING IS NOT WHICH SEAT YOU SIT IN, IT'S THAT THE SEAT IS GOING TO JAPAN! QUIT DITHERING AND BUY THE STUPID TICKET!

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Oh.

That makes a lot of sense.

My friend commented that I could start a new career: making hells for myself. I think I'm already there.