Angry Robot

there is a TV

for every seat on a JetBlue flight. This leads to juxtapositions: landing in NYC to descriptions of historical vibrators, high-altitude turbulence accompanied by Leonard Cohen amid images of leeches, medical maggotry, and porcupine sex.

5 comments on "there is a TV"

  1. Anonymous says:

    Hey now– Why you leavin’ out the skunks?!

  2. D says:

    Let me guess who that is.

    You’re right: I love skunks. Nature’s bandits.

  3. ÿ says:

    So D – be honest – are these the kind of comments you really could do without? (I’m full of them). I just thought I should get you going on the subject if I could. I find your hatred for cats a bit confounding, and your love for skunks – well, eccentric, to say the least. Don’t get me wrong – I love ’em too – I just don’t have anything much to say about them, partially because I didn’t spend the duration of the flight fixated on the nature channel. Or were you listening to Blackalicious the whole time?

    Way to go on the redo btw– it’s quite gorgeous.

  4. D says:

    No, no – it’s this sort of thing that I get tired of, comment-wise. Cats, I dislike because I am allergic and they are stupid. Skunks, I like because they look so damned cool and no one else around fucks with them.

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