JetBlue is kind of a weird airline. I was super excited about them when they first happened and they flew out of the 60’s style, now-decommissioned Terminal 6 at JFK. They were like Southwest on the east coast, only with comfier seats, live TV, and, you know, seat assignments. Continue reading
JetBlue is getting my love lately, because, fuck it, I can just buy tickets, cancel them, buy them, cancel them, and it doesn’t cost me anything to do it. Continue reading
I tend to overdo everything, which means that when I’m searching for travel I have like eleventy billion browser windows open. But one thing is the truest thing and I still never learn my fucking lesson about it: if you see a flight that looks even modestly passable, book now, think later. With one or two exceptions. Continue reading
So, like me, I’m sure your inbox is inundated with sales. And I’ve reached this point where I wonder what’s wrong with me, because I just don’t want anything. We live in a 750 square foot one-bedroom apartment and there’s already so much shit in it. Where am I going to put more shit? I did buy some digital shit — an upgrade to Parallels Desktop 13 — because that doesn’t take up any space, but there really isn’t that much more digital shit I want. I could replace old shit like our TV and replace it with new shit, like a better TV, but…why? Because I could instead sit around on my ass doing nothing all day, while my lady sits around on hers, doing her own version of nothing. That is, as Mastercard likes to say, priceless, and nothing I buy will make it better.
With that said, if you feel obligated to perform your patriotic duty as a consumer, here are some places to look for more shit in your life:
How the hell are you supposed to know whether an airline class is good or not, when they can’t even name the dumb things correctly? Continue reading
Fucking sue me.