One of the worst things that can happen on a ten hours flight is when the little screen screwed on the seat in front of you doesn’t want to cooperate. It happens. A lot. That is why I fly organized for the worst. My plan is to go through batteries. Once the phone dies, I switch to the laptop, then to the zune—I’m one of the few people on planet Earth who actually bought not one but two zunes and still loves them—then to the kindle. Rinse and repeat for every single flight.
On the last flight coming back from Paris, I tried Fresh Paint on my Acer Aspire—one of the sexiest laptops ever produced.