Guess what i Haven't done in a while.
Upon realizing that I capitalized all the wrong letters in the subject line, I have had the epiphany that I really don't care. And while saying this I use perfect punctuation and grammer. It happens occasionally. I jumped out of my bedroom window about five minutes ago. It was fun. Long fall though. I should put some padding down there. This is going to be rather long. Dunno why, but I seem to type faster when I think with the bigger part of my brain. Rather not having to relay the thought of typing to my fingertips, my fingers move of their own accord. I really enjoy the word "rather". Kinda funny like that. What am I talking about. Aboot. So you a Canadian, eh? Mebbe. Hooligan is my favorite word. I enjoy my silver bullet. Although it isn't quite silver. More glass type. If I were to actually care what I was writing about, this blog wouldn't turn out to be complete rubbish. I'm gonna find a topic. Anyone ever seen Finding Forrester? So this brilliant idea comes from that.
"I never wanted to be a flight attendant. I never fantasized about slinging chicken and beef at thirty-thousand feet. Never dreamed of wearing a polyester-wool uniform, working fourteen hour days, being cussed at by business flyers..." skipping a good bit here, "I never aspired to any of this. At least not until freezing my ass off in the winter of '85. That January, during one of the nastiest sub-zero streaks in Chicago's history. I worked outside as a part-time baggage handler for a second-rate airline at the world's busiest airport.Relegated to the graveyard shift, I'd show up at the O'Hare ramp dressed in layered clothing suitable for the Alaskan Ididerod: long underwear, polypropelene sweats, extra-thick wool army fatigues, a turtle neck pullover, a heavy sweater, three-quarter length parka, insulated work boots, insulated gloves, an insulated jock strap and a wool skull cap. When the temperature really plummeted, I put on a ski mask and goggles."
Introduction
Eliot Hester
Plane Insanity
Check Your Frequency
"I never wanted to be a flight attendant. I never fantasized about slinging chicken and beef at thirty-thousand feet. Never dreamed of wearing a polyester-wool uniform, working fourteen hour days, being cussed at by business flyers..." skipping a good bit here, "I never aspired to any of this. At least not until freezing my ass off in the winter of '85. That January, during one of the nastiest sub-zero streaks in Chicago's history. I worked outside as a part-time baggage handler for a second-rate airline at the world's busiest airport.Relegated to the graveyard shift, I'd show up at the O'Hare ramp dressed in layered clothing suitable for the Alaskan Ididerod: long underwear, polypropelene sweats, extra-thick wool army fatigues, a turtle neck pullover, a heavy sweater, three-quarter length parka, insulated work boots, insulated gloves, an insulated jock strap and a wool skull cap. When the temperature really plummeted, I put on a ski mask and goggles."
Introduction
Eliot Hester
Plane Insanity
Check Your Frequency