I’m on a plane. Like, right now. And my laptop is plugged in, charging, and connected to WiFi. I’ve previously mentioned my love for Virgin America and their fleet of Soul Planes, but until I discovered that they had outlets under the seats, I couldn’t bring myself to pay $12.95 for the 20 minutes of internet use my crap laptop battery would have afforded me. How dare I forget, Sir Richard Branson thinks of everything.
Back to the Future Part II has long been a barometer for me when trying to figure out if the future has arrived yet. Like most of my contemporaries, 2015 looms out there as a deadline for when my car will fly, my kid will ride a hoverboard, and I’ll be able to re-hydrate a pizza rather than wait for delivery. While I’m not sure current technology is keeping up with the McFly’s, I do get excited every time we make a small step forward (as excited as Scott and I got when his iPod alarm clock randomly selected “BACK IN TIME” one morning, and we both woke up having a dance party instead of groaning for once) The fact that my four year old neice thinks Video Chat is totally normal never ceases to amaze me, so yeah…blogging from 30,000 feet in the air has me just tickled pink, even though I’ve been up since 4am, my floating rib is stabbing me in the heart, and I had to unhook my bra just to make sitting in this cramped seat bearable. Pregnancy rules.
Oh my god…I wonder if I could video chat FROM the plane. THAT would be the future for sure.
Feed Me Seymour
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