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So the airplanes are a danger again. Leading to the usual non-stop news channels and 'do you think torture is right?' conversations with my dad (in his defence, we later mocked the news with how everyone was plotting, in the Plotting Room of their little plot-filled houses. 'Masquerading' was another term we enjoyed). As usual I'm torn between general sadness at the state of the world, some fear, and a random suspicion that it's all a big conspiracy and we're just being played. Not that that would make things any easier at the airports, of course. If the situation becomes permanent, I mostly think it will be:

• Bad for airline companies.



• But good for the environment, perhaps.



• Bad for airline passengers - have fun playing with your keys and spare change after check-in, folks.



• SUPER bad for airport shops. Like woah.

But I suppose if it keeps people from getting blown up it's, y'know, a Plus. Mostly I'm glad I didn't book a trip to Cuba any time soon. Sympathy to those who are travelling soon ::sympathises::

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We now return you to our regularly scheduled nonsense. I bought a Little Black Book of Chocolate today. Do most people's ovens go up to 400* C? It's slightly shaming that I'm most excited about the chocolate brownie recipes - but if you want Rich Devil's Food Cake, I'm apparently also your girl ::peruses::

And I'm not a huge fan of Will Ferrell, but Total Film has managed to get me really quite interested in Talladega Nights. Mostly because he stars as a redneck NASCAR champion who comes up against sudden competition from a suave, French, intellectual racer played by Sacha Baron Cohen. A suave, French, intellectual racer who's apparently canonically gay. Sometimes I think the films, they tease me.

Still no Logan/Aaron fic. Woe.