Sara's on fire when she travels. I wouldn't bet against her, seriously.

I don't mean to be. It just happens. It's the no commitment clause or something. Caution, meet wind.

I'm with java on the not talking to seatmates until the end, if at all. The other day I had a crazy lady taking up all my under seat space and when I ahemed, she said something about how it was pillows...and HER DAD. WTF? then she muttered at me the whole flight and I pretended not to hear her (I only heard bits of it? At one point she was saying something about "well i don't know what YOU do but I have a good job (blah blah crazycakes)"). Luckily it was only a 30 minute flight!!!

Loki wanted out. So we went out. He lasted 5 minutes before the cold and wind had him wanting back in. My coat is warmer.

I don`t usually talk to people at airports, but I`m usually happy when I`m traveling so people talk to me, see: jazz pianist. The one flight I was deliberately a conversationalist was the worst flight I`ve ever been on, and I yammered and queried and diverted because my seatmate was so terrified. She was a SYTYCD fan, though, so it was easy. I wish I`d gotten her info, though, because she was totally a Buffista spirit baby and I almost told her about us.

L'il Meara

Those were things ordered by the German high command. I understand individual CYOA actions and greed.

Looks like good chunks high command, ultimately, weren't the true believers the proported to be -- they were in it for the power and the stuff.

Crazy Polish roommate used to talk about how in two years flat the best Communists became the very best Capitalists and kept on running the joint. CYOA and greed is what kept them on top and I'm sure they, too, delegated as much as possible.

I guess something else woke me and I dreamed the person in the room even though I thought I was awake? It was very unsettling. And creepy. I think I was incepted.

Maybe dreams like Liese's are why some people believe they've had encounters with ghosts?

Maybe thats how ghosts show up...

Honestly. I'm some sort of otherworldy or alien entity. It's only sensible to make my spacecraft look like ball lightning. I'm trying to get in touch with some loved one I left behind on the mortal plane and here is this handy sleep/wake phenomenon where I can just slip right in...

Just because there is some known-science explaination for a phenomenon, dosen't mean that is the explaination for a given incident.

And if Liese never sleeps again its all my fault.

Some large percentage of the time I'll introduce myself to a seatmate and then never speak to them again. It seems strange to sit next to someone for several hours and not know their name.

It seems strange to sit next to someone for several hours and not know their name.

You are the person I lie to.

The more invasive the questions, the further from the truth my answers.

Really I am happier talking to strangers at the bar. Once I'm trapped in my seat, no!

Yeah, thanks.
 
And I was just getting ready to go to bed. The SO had convinced me that the Biscuit would have gone crazy barking if it had actually been an intruder (the world`s subtlest intruder) but maybe he wouldn`t have IF IT WAS A GHOST!

If I've learned anything from sci-fi, dogs bark at the non-human and the intruders. You're good.

Best flightmate I ever had was a young Polish pianist on a very selective performance tour. He was eager to practice his English, and I'm sure, to be reassured Americans weren't going to eat him. Although he was quite delectable, I refrained. He was charming, and my quest to put him at ease and make his conversation easier made the flight pass quickly.