11/7 TPE to EWR via NRT

November 7, 2010 · 1 comment

Holy shit, District 9 was fucking awesome.  Phenomenal movie:  I was on the edge of my seat with adrenaline pumping the whole time.  It’s been a LONG time since I’ve seen a movie that really kept me going from start to finish.  Fantastic.  Like they say in NYC:  fanTAS-tic.

We’re over the Aleutian Islands right now, 2827 miles into the trip back to the States (4158 miles to go).  Time is so weird.  Check this out:

I left the hotel this morning at 7:30, got to Taipei Tao Yuan Airport about 40 minutes later, and checked in for my 10:30 flight to Tokyo Narita Airport.  I guess the flight must have been close to four hours, though it sure didn’t seem like it.  I really want to say we were only in the air for a couple of hours.  The plane definitely didn’t take off until 10:30, and I think it was about 2:30 by the time I was off the plane in Tokyo.  I had about three hours to kill at NRT (I’d basically been reading during the time not spent doing getting-on-or-off-a-plane stuff) before we took off at 5:30.

The flight from NRT to EWR is about 11 hours long.  We’re landing in Newark at about 3:30PM (daylight savings time – fall back an hour).

As far as Sunday, November 7, 2010 goes, I will technically spend only 8 hours traveling (7:30AM to 3:30PM), even though I will have spent 21 hours in transit.  Weird, huh?

The clock on my computer says 8:44AM.  Whatever the fuck that means.  I think that’s the time on the east coast, which means my body thinks it’s almost 9PM.  Whatever the fuck THAT means.  I’m not sure if that’s bedtime or what, but I think it’s close.  I’d basically just started sleeping through the night, too.

No biggie.  I’m kind of looking forward to seeing my stuff again – sleeping in my own bed and stuff like that.  Which is not to say that I’ve been itching to get home or anything – I’m pretty sure I’d have no problem getting used to living out of a suitcase, but the fact of the matter is that I DON’T currently live out of a suitcase, so it’ll be nice to get home and hear some Bach from my stereo with the dodgy speaker.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m neither excited to get home, nor am I sad that my trip is over – or any extreme emotion in between.  The trip’s over, and that’s that.  I’m going back to routine (after a week or so of jetlag), and that’s that.

Before I started District 9, I finished House of Suns by Alastair Reynolds.  Great book.  Except for the end.  Very disappointing.  The bastard really shat the bed on this one.  I’m talking excellent idea, but horrible, horrible follow-through.  It’s an undisputable axiom of writing that “if you show the audience a gun in the first act, it HAS to go off in the third”.  Yes, there are certainly writers who break this rule, but you and I aren’t one of them, dear reader.  Well, I might be, but you’re certainly not.  Seriously:  best way to fuck up a book:  loose ends.  Plot threads that never get tied off.  Maybe it’s just a Mensa thing, but an author that leaves me wondering what happened to a character at the end of a story is rarely an author I will speak positively about.  Again, there are exceptions to this rule, but they only serve to prove them.  And Alastair Reynolds, you incredible genius of a fuckhead, YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THE EXCEPTIONS.

Dear Alastair’s editor/publisher/whatever:  you suck the big dirty dongus.  I’m talking moose cock.  Huge.  Gobble gobble, you fucking homo (I’m assuming you’re a dude – I don’t have the appropriate vocabulary words or metaphors if you’re a woman).  Get on the ball and make your boy write a fucking ending.  Are you even reading these books?  This guy could be one of the greats.  His concepts are completely original.  His ability to manipulate perspectives is something I’ve never come across before.  Ever.  And I’ve read a lot of books.  Apparently more than you, you fucking shit eater.

Seriously, dear reader:  the perspective manipulation thing is really awesome.  Nobody does it, and Reynolds does it so well. I think the only of Reynolds’ books I’ve left to read is Diamond Dogs, Turquiose Days, which I believe consists of two novellas.  I think most of his other books take place in the same basic universe, but this one (House of Suns) consists of completely different concepts.  It’s masterfully done, but THE ENDING FUCKING SUCKS.  I think there must have been another chapter that just didn’t get published.  Probably a handful of them that ended up in bin, but fuck, man, you could have picked one of them.  Ending the book on the note you did was like pissing in the meringue.  Or something.  What takes a long time to make and involves a lot of steps that have to be done just right in order for it to come out ok at all?  Not meringue, though that’s a nice image.  Your unborn child’s placenta?

By the way, dear reader, I have no idea how I’m going to find my car when I get to Newark.  I know I’m parked in one of the long-term lots – I think they’re 6 and 7 (I’m probably in 6 because it sounds closer), but I’m not entirely sure.  I left my ticket in the car, so as not to have to worry about losing it while I was away or trying to find it when I got back (smart thinking, no?), but I never wrote down (or even looked at) the lot/area identifiers where I parked.  I know generally where the car is in relation to one of the shuttle stops, but not much else.  I was wondering why I had that déjà vu/I’m forgetting something type of feeling when I got on the shuttle bus last week.  Oh well, at least it’ll be light outside when I get back and drive around in the shuttle bus for a while.

4517 miles in now; 2461 miles to go.  We’re technically over the Northwest Territories of Canada – just near the borders of British Columbia and Alberta.  I just watched the Bond flick Quantum of Solace.  It was ok; nothing special.  The chick with the Spanish accent was hot.  The clock on my computer says 11:28AM; it’s 1:28AM back in Asia, according to the trip info screen.  No idea how that works.  I suppose I could fall asleep right now, though I don’t really feel like doing so.  I don’t feel much like reading right now, either.  I have that book of Phil Dick’s short stories, but I think I’m going to just watch another movie.  4h 6mins to EWR.

Only a couple of hours left now.  1:52 to be exact.  5951 miles traveled; 1025 to go.  Yay for traveling halfway around the world.  Twice.  In a week.  I think.  I just watched Star Trek (the new one).  I saw it in the theaters when it came out – whenever that was.  Long enough ago that it was worth watching again (sort of), but not so long ago that I didn’t remember most of it.  I still don’t feel  like reading, so I suppose I’ll just go right ahead and watch Hero – or at least the beginning of it.  Jet Li rules.  There’s probably not enough time left in the trip to get all the way through it, so nobody should see me balling my eyes out at the end.

So that’s it.  I watched Hero and fell asleep for the last half-hour or so before the plane landed.  Back in NJ now.

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Elizabeth November 9, 2010 at 08:53

Welcome back! Oh, and thank you for liking District 9. Me, my brother, and maybe one of my friends are the only people I know who liked it, let alone thought it was amazing. PS, I HATE books with sucky endings. Like, I wasted all that time reading for THIS?… Fail.


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