I'm glad that I can indulge myself a game or two of Flight Control at will and pleasure. The last couple of months have been very unpleasant, so bad that I dug out from my library a David Allen for professional help, a Nick Hornby for laughs (note: I don't always read fiction), a Shutterbug for inspiration and a Khahlil Gibran for peace and quiet. Some evenings, I also blasted my home stereo with Chopin on weed, and either sat in the sauna or soaked in hot baths long enough to lose track of time.
If you haven't heard of Flight Control, it is a simple (and addictive) game. As the air traffic controller, you just need to land aircrafts on the right runway strips and avoid collisions. When it gets chaotic is when the fun begins. I got hooked to this game when I first played it on a friend's iPhone at its launch. I'd rediscovered it three weeks ago *wide grin.
I do wonder if one's ability in mastering Flight Control is a reflection of one's ability in keeping one's daily life in order. Does life have to be chaotic for it to be fun? This, I can attest - the answer is: hell no!
