Judgement

No! I am not questioning my ability to make decisions... Or maybe I am.

Question: Does it make me a bad person?

Johnny Depth offers a thought:

Last week I got a notice in the mail from Playboy that I have been suspended, and it started an unstoppable train of thought. When an institution as free thinking as Playboy pulls the plug, it must be bad. Is this an evil path I am treading down? Am I going to stab an old lady tomorrow... and enjoy it? Tricky... what do you think?

TOPIC: A big F-U to Northwest Airlines

Question: Who the hell does NWA think they are?

Answer: I'll tell ya who.....

Tricky Dick rampages:

I recently took a trip to Hawaii and had the unfortunate experience of flying Northwest Airlines. The 3 immediate and biggest problems I have with this airline are as follows:

Problem 1. They try to charge you for EVERYTHING. Peanuts -$2, Headphones - $3

Problem 2. The stewards were complete assholes.

Problem 3. I have WAY more than 3 problems with this Airline.

I will try to keep it short and simple enough for the simplest of you reading this.....well, except you there with helmet and mouth-guard, you should just head to the ball-pit to play. Your time is better spent there. Anywho....

Order of events: Get to airport, NWA Plane is 1 hour late departing (Alaska will comp drinks when this happens), get on NWA Plane and as dirty as it was I would assume the previous crew was very busy flinging their poo at each other (hence why it was an hour late), we depart for Hawaii and the first thing I hear from the stewardess is complaining....about nothing, Snack cart comes around - Peanuts $2, Chips $5, non-alcoholic beverages were free to my amazement (normally nobody should ever be amazed by this, but it was like a fucking magic trick at this point for me..), I skip the snacks and head for the $5 bottles of wine. It's movie time, luckily I had my own headphones so I didn't have to pony up the $3 for theirs (which they probably stole out of some children's stockings at an underfunded orphanage). The movie out was fine, but the staff was a mix of complete assholes (which doesn't take much mixing when they are all equally asshole-ish). They wouldn't serve any of the passengers, so we had to start ringing the call button to get them to acknowledge us. (Next time I am bringing a whistle....or maybe a cattle prod....that should get a rise out of someone and get me some fucking peanuts). All in all, the flight back was even worse and I will never fly this shackles and chains airline ever again.

I try not to bitch too much. But in this case I wanted to do what I could to inform the good people of the blog-o-sphere and save them some headaches.


Johnny Depth:

Tricky has obviously had better flights, but Tricky got to go to Hawaii; therefore, this was a short shit storm in a week in paradise.

You know what I love about flying, that person that it is really talkative and irritating when the plane is taxiing around on the ground, and deftly silent when the plane is rocketing off the runway. I really enjoy that, you know what else I enjoy... baby Pandas.

But I am not without problems. Here are three of my problems.

Problem 1: The effects of alcohol are delayed. This is a biggy and makes me lose--in general.

Problem 2: I can never run fast in my dreams when I need to; I lose in dreams too.

Problem 3: Playboy sent me a suspension notice. According to me there are many levels of human character, none of which have been formally defined by me. I think that will be the topic of my next post. Hold on to your logic--you don't want to get it lost in mine.