Are the new [stupid fucking] post-flight-253 regulations the best thing to happen to publishing since the week before James Frey turned out to be a liar? From the Gizmodo Unofficial Guide to Flying After the Underwear Bomb.
Bring a book. Not a Kindle, not a Nook, not any other sort of ebook reader, but a plain ol’ low-tech book. Because apparently books are pretty much the only thing you can have in your hands during the final hour of your flight (“the government says ok”) and how the hell else will you keep from falling into a cold and uncomfortable slumber?