Middle Daughter got back late last night from her Harry Styles concert and we had to pick her up at a friend's house at 12:45 AM or so.
Happy Thursday everyone.
What Will's Watching: While we waited for Middle Daughter to get back to her friend's house we watched Eastern Promises, the 2007 Viggo Mortensen Russian gangster film. Eastern Promises has mood, heart, and soul. There's a lot going on there. Mortensen brilliantly plays a driver and foot soldier in the Russian mob. Lots of Russian culture everywhere. A clever, but not too clever, film. Plot twists and turns abound. Highly recommended 4/4.
So the Israeli passengers overpowered the hijacker and took control of the plane. And let us tip our cap to the Hindu pilot who, strength failing him, unlocked the cockpit door so the Israelis could rush inside and pummel the hijacker.
There remained the problem of who was going to fly the plane.
'Is there anyone on board who knows how to fly a plane?'
IYKYK and you better know.
Fortunately two replacement pilots were aboard and took control of the aircraft. They didn't have the fish for dinner, that's for sure.
We had fun with that all day yesterday and are chortling about it as we write.
The FlyDubai episode was like the Battle of Macho Grande all over again.
Netanyahu met the plane when it landed at Ben Gurion and congratulated the heroes, because of course he did. Netanyahu is a political Jedi master and we are mere padawan apprentices fumbling with our lightsaber with those stupid helmets on our head.
Political note, national: we've now seen two polls in which Maine Senator Susan Collins is leading by 3 points. We're going to stop worrying.
DOGE report.
We read the Battle for Dublin Airport and then we read it again.
We read the Battle for Howth. And then we read it again.
Both scenes are better than they were before. But are they good enough? This is not an easy question. Not for us. Not for any man.
It's October. Is World War 1990: Thatcher's War done? No. But the rough draft is nearly complete.
The reader will kindly excuse us, as we're off to the doctor to see if we have prostate cancer.