I feel great about this whole plane-in-the-Hudson-River thing

Don't know if you've heard, but (if you can believe this) a plane, uh, landed (?) in the Hudson River earlier today. And not the lame part of the Hudson (upstate). Apparently it went in at like 57th Street. A few hundred feet from midtown Manhattan (and my office). And everyone on board somehow lived. And the plane didn't, like, get destroyed. And my secret identity is David Wright.

The pilot, whose name -- Chesley B. "Sully" Sullenberger -- sounds as made up as this whole incident, clearly deserves the World's Greatest Blow Job (NSFW, dumbass).

(Oh, and sorry if you clicked that link. But if you don't know what Lemonparty is, then leave the Internet right now.)

So anyway, here's why I feel great about this thing:

1. Obviously, everyone survived. I mean think about that. If you're one of those passengers, that is an AMAZING time to cash in your good karma. You were in a goddamn PLANE CRASH and you lived. And this wasn't some rinky-dink Cessna or something; it was a full-on 150-passenger Airbus. And your emergency "landing" wasn't in some field; it was in a river not far from a fairly famous series of plane crashes like seven-and-a-half years ago. And you lived.

2. On a more selfish note, I'm getting on a plane leaving NYC tomorrow. The way I see it, what are the odds of something like this happening twice in two days? **knocks very, very hard on wood**

3. Upon hearing that what caused the flight to go down was that a flock of birds flew into the engine or something, I think I may have come up with the single greatest movie reference ever. Y'all remember that scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where Indy and his dad are on that beach and the Nazi guy in the plane is bearing down on them about to shoot them to pieces, right? Well, Indy's dad has the brilliant idea to make those weird noises and flap his umbrella at this big group of birds nearby. The birds all fly up and swarm the plane, causing it to crash. As Indy looks at his pops with a huge "WTF?" expression, pops smiles and utters what I later repeated to my co-workers:

"I suddenly remembered my Charlemagne..."

Unfortunately, I'm currently working in an office full of women in the fashion industry, so my reference was lost. (Sorry for the random sexism. Other than times like these, that kind of office environment is pretty sweet.)

(And for proof that I was really early with that superb quote job, I put it into the comments on Digg as soon as I could find a story on the crash. I'm number 6. Stupid Digg users ranked a different version of the story higher, so, sadly, most people will miss my brilliance.)

(If anyone can find a clip of that Indy scene, I'd love to put it up like right here-ish.)

(No more parentheses, I promise.)