Flights are content machines.
I mean, they’re flying machines first, but they do generate blog posts. Unfortunately, if you flew Southwest last weekend, you may not have been able to publish those blog posts from your seat! Even if you were willing to pay their reasonable eight-dollar charge.
We’ve gotten to the point with airplane wifi where I trust that it’ll be there, and not only that it’ll be there, but that it’ll be functional enough for me to do most work I need to do. Which is wild, because that wasn’t the case even a couple years ago. A couple years ago, I wouldn’t have boarded a plane without the assumption that, more likely than not, I would be isolated in the sky. Now, I’m bummed if there isn’t live TV available.
Of course, after the wifi didn’t work (and the flight attendant gave me a very detailed explanation of what needed to happen for it to work, but then didn’t give any more updates and instead left me intermittently staring at the little light next to the bathroom sign until I resigned myself to fate), I don’t trust it again. Getting the work done before the flight now, unless I’m ok with it being done afterwards. But I’d imagine the trust will come back more quickly than it originally built.
did da widdle baby not have wifi? how saaaaad