Handprint recognition. Nothing like being Big Brothered.

When French speakers speak English, they really know how to make us hear how awkward out language is.
Also, I want to ride on that plane. The last time I flew I shared half of my seat with a really heavy tenager who ate beef jerky and mentos for the whole 5 hour flight. Sweet guy, but really. Personal space looks good.

Conceptually, I’d like to ride the plane—but only in a roller-coaster kind of fashion: take off, fly around a little, flip it, land it, done in 15 minutes.