So, about a week ago, Clio posts this, which, like many of Clio's recent posts, references the TV series Lost, which she has just started Netflixing, and to which she has become addicted. But this post was different, in that it came right when I had turned in my grading and had a week or so devoted just to cleaning, packing for my trip. So I went to my standby free-TV interwebs thingy, and started watching.
Seven back-to-back episodes later, I realized that it was 2:30 in the morning, and I had to be on campus at 8:15 for commencement the next day.
Aaannyway... I've now gone and watched all of season one, and halfway through season two, and downloaded other episodes for the trip.
Now, you might not think that watching a show about an entire airliner that goes down over the Pacific, lands on a not-so-deserted islands with unfriendly natives and at least one monster and weird electromagnetic stuff and no way of getting home might not be the best choice for someone about to embark on a transatlantic flight. But I'm totally cool with it. Really.
Until this morning, the day of my departure, when I woke up to the news that an entire Air France passenger jet had disappeared -- due to some sort of electrical storm -- over the Atlantic.
So, if I end up disappearing, some of you all better come looking for me. And I've named Clio Bluestocking as proxy for my book MS.