Short-week Launch of Random Stuff
Okay, you all know what this is about. Gripes and links.
Gripe #1: I did not get to solo flight Sunday; the last pilot to fly the plane I was booked for flew it on Friday, then parked it back at the Aero Club on base. He was supposed to park it at the airport in town, because the airfield is/was closed over the weekend and no air traffic is allowed to or from the base on most weekends (some exceptions apply). I hope someone gets in trouble over that. Technically speaking, I have been waiting over a month to finally do this solo flight. The suspense is killing me! I've got my fingers crossed for this upcoming Sunday, though. =)
And the obvious to follow...
From gen:
People are retarded, and do/request accordingly retarded things like this...
From skreidle:
No wonder we call them 'pigs'
...at least 90%+ of them, anyway.
Back to the idiot thing: Celebrities are monumentally stupid about money
Found on my own:
You never know the history of your assailant...
Here's a nice little gig for our troops overseas that anyone can get into at no cost whatsoever:
Let's Say Thanks
Last night I dreamed I killed the boyfriend of one of my real-life friends* in very strange circumstances. He (and her) were following me down the freeway at night and all of a sudden he started ramming me whenever I slowed down a little bit. Eventually my bumper got so smashed that the twisted metal bent inward and somehow must've blown my tires out (heard crumpled, grating metal sounds after every impact), and as I continued my now-forced slowing I kept getting rammed- this time from the left so as to get me off the road and onto the shoulder.
I came to a complete stop and got out of the car, and saw the guy coming at me with a knife or some other dangerous metal implement. Well, I was armed (with my real-life self-defense implements, I can vividly recall) and shot him before he reached me. As real as the moment felt, in retrospect I should've been able to realize it was a dream; I shot him multiple times but there was no blood- also, he fell into my car and went into apparently-instant rigor mortis (curled up in the bloodless back seat).
At that point, my dream-self was fully convinced that I had in fact killed someone for the first time in my life**. I tried to redeem myself by helping the girl move on with her life (said boyfriend's death actually didn't seem to stir her that much; she seemed resigned or almost relieved) and build up her relationship with God (alongside my own, as I'd started to feel "apart" from Godliness after what I'd done). I don't have seamless visual/temporal evidence to guess from, but I felt like I'd tried to do this with her for a week's worth of time- perhaps longer. I remember one of my last coherent thoughts was concern over whether or not I was going to be put on trial even though it was a clear-cut case of self defense...
Waking up from this one was a HUGE relief, believe me. =\
*the boyfriend wasn't my friends real-life boyfriend, though- just some random fictional subconscious-generated person
**not to say that I EVER want to actually have to kill someone in real-life, even once...
The family's coming over Thursday morning, and we're having Thanksgiving dinner (more like late lunch) here at my place. A friend from work and his betrothed will be joining us as well. I have been doing lengthy and thorough amounts of cleaning around the house over the last week, but much still remains to be done. Frankly, I should've already had most of this completed by now- I mean, I've had A WHOLE YEAR (plus a month or two) to get this figured out already. My only explanation is that I've been lazy and lacking vision. I know- unacceptable.
Last item: see my post here about my awkward shooting experience with the PTR-91, plus some pictures of an opened ammo can to celebrate National Buy Ammo Day! (more about Buy Ammo Day here)
Sidenote: I almost pity Amy for listening to me over the phone while I attempted to saw open (and, after I got smarter, cut and peel away with heavy duty scissors) a couple of said sealed ammo cans. At least she didn't have the sore arms and aching wrists I had when I was done. =P
That is all.
Gripe #1: I did not get to solo flight Sunday; the last pilot to fly the plane I was booked for flew it on Friday, then parked it back at the Aero Club on base. He was supposed to park it at the airport in town, because the airfield is/was closed over the weekend and no air traffic is allowed to or from the base on most weekends (some exceptions apply). I hope someone gets in trouble over that. Technically speaking, I have been waiting over a month to finally do this solo flight. The suspense is killing me! I've got my fingers crossed for this upcoming Sunday, though. =)
And the obvious to follow...
From gen:
People are retarded, and do/request accordingly retarded things like this...
From skreidle:
No wonder we call them 'pigs'
...at least 90%+ of them, anyway.
Back to the idiot thing: Celebrities are monumentally stupid about money
Found on my own:
You never know the history of your assailant...
Here's a nice little gig for our troops overseas that anyone can get into at no cost whatsoever:
Let's Say Thanks
Last night I dreamed I killed the boyfriend of one of my real-life friends* in very strange circumstances. He (and her) were following me down the freeway at night and all of a sudden he started ramming me whenever I slowed down a little bit. Eventually my bumper got so smashed that the twisted metal bent inward and somehow must've blown my tires out (heard crumpled, grating metal sounds after every impact), and as I continued my now-forced slowing I kept getting rammed- this time from the left so as to get me off the road and onto the shoulder.
I came to a complete stop and got out of the car, and saw the guy coming at me with a knife or some other dangerous metal implement. Well, I was armed (with my real-life self-defense implements, I can vividly recall) and shot him before he reached me. As real as the moment felt, in retrospect I should've been able to realize it was a dream; I shot him multiple times but there was no blood- also, he fell into my car and went into apparently-instant rigor mortis (curled up in the bloodless back seat).
At that point, my dream-self was fully convinced that I had in fact killed someone for the first time in my life**. I tried to redeem myself by helping the girl move on with her life (said boyfriend's death actually didn't seem to stir her that much; she seemed resigned or almost relieved) and build up her relationship with God (alongside my own, as I'd started to feel "apart" from Godliness after what I'd done). I don't have seamless visual/temporal evidence to guess from, but I felt like I'd tried to do this with her for a week's worth of time- perhaps longer. I remember one of my last coherent thoughts was concern over whether or not I was going to be put on trial even though it was a clear-cut case of self defense...
Waking up from this one was a HUGE relief, believe me. =\
*the boyfriend wasn't my friends real-life boyfriend, though- just some random fictional subconscious-generated person
**not to say that I EVER want to actually have to kill someone in real-life, even once...
The family's coming over Thursday morning, and we're having Thanksgiving dinner (more like late lunch) here at my place. A friend from work and his betrothed will be joining us as well. I have been doing lengthy and thorough amounts of cleaning around the house over the last week, but much still remains to be done. Frankly, I should've already had most of this completed by now- I mean, I've had A WHOLE YEAR (plus a month or two) to get this figured out already. My only explanation is that I've been lazy and lacking vision. I know- unacceptable.
Last item: see my post here about my awkward shooting experience with the PTR-91, plus some pictures of an opened ammo can to celebrate National Buy Ammo Day! (more about Buy Ammo Day here)
Sidenote: I almost pity Amy for listening to me over the phone while I attempted to saw open (and, after I got smarter, cut and peel away with heavy duty scissors) a couple of said sealed ammo cans. At least she didn't have the sore arms and aching wrists I had when I was done. =P
That is all.