I was accused in comments today (sniff) of having a swelled head, I think. I’ll only point out in my defense that I come by it naturally:
Fighter Pilot
“You can’t come here groundling,
I dwell in space so foreign
That even though you stare at it
You will never taste it.
While you are simpering over your greasy eggs,
I am climbing out at a hundred percent, in burner,
Nose boring through the cold, blue-black sky.
While you shave, I make the sun rise and set again
With a touch of my gloved fist on the stick.
I can’t see you down there, locked inexorably in the twisting
mosaic beneath my wings.
You can’t see me up here; you don’t tread among the gods.
This is a closed shop. Only those who hack it are allowed.
And even those who dare had better press it;
For my purpose transcends aesthetics,
I’m here to flame something.
When I am on the ground–reluctantly–
I seek the company of others who have lived beyond the edge.
If I seem aloof and haughty,
Call it: Honest arrogance…”
- Marshall Lefavor
Ah, Lex… it was said with the utmost respect and affection, of course. And as the poem implies, it’s all part of the package that makes us wimmin go *swoon* *thud*
*picks her up, dusts her off*
“You OK in there?”
*gets behind FbL to catch her as she swoons and goes thud*
Pilots have to have a quiet confidence about them, which probably comes across as arrogance. To be honest…. I’d rather have an arrogant pilot than a boastful one. Changes are, the boastful one isn’t as competant.
Well, maybe it wasn’t with so much “respect” after all. LOL! Gotta keep you as close to humble as possible…
What a gentleman…. he beat me to it, FbL!
Good catch, Lex.
*walks away, scratching head… wondering which LexKitten she just picked up off the floor*
*laughing to the point of tears*
*Wonders how all these people got into his room*
Lex, leave the door open like this and you never know what’ll wander in off the streets…
Honey, you’re not the only one with multiple personalities hanging around!
*takes Were-Kitten, MAWK and Kitty by the hand.. leads them to the beanbag chair in the corner for observation*
Offer anybody a drink?
No one who comes here after is going to understand how it came to this. That’s all…
Guinness, for me. (wonder what I can do with that little torpedo inside…)
Kitty’s into chardonney- Kendall-Jackson, if you have it.
Were-Kitten likes margarita’s, rocks, no salt,
and MAWK’s the tequila shooter chick…
*wonders how much all of this is going to cost*
**psychicly**
***if that’s an actual word***
Some things are best left unsaid, Lex…..
I’ll just have a cosmopolitan with plenty of lime and cranberry.
As the saying goes, I may be easy, but I’m not cheap!
*quickly downs beer… licks foam from upper lip*
A Cosmo?
wimp…
No wimpy. Just elegant. *tips nose up a little higher and wraps tail around her legs*
Hey.. I can be very “elegant” downing a beer and licking the foam off my upper lip!
*burp*
oops.. sorry…. ‘xcuse me!
Easy. Cheap. Wimpy.
All are welcome, all… are… welcome…
YAY!
*polishes brass “All Are Welcome” sign on door*
I hate it when she licks that foam off her lip… in a good way
It’s all in the reach, Lex, and the sultry eye closure. Like this:
*sticks tongue out of left side of mouth…slowly closes eyes as tongue glides across upper lip…eyes open as tongue slips back inside mouth… gently bites lower lip*
yep… kinda like that.
Running for the showers (again).
“Yes, Alfred. I said a cold shower.”
*winks*
Mission accomplished, FbL!
Yup. Poor Lex.
ROFL!!
*walks in…checks out the damage*
Did I just walk into this?
Kinda makes you think you’re at the Castle… gotta go back and check the sign outside the door, huh? LOL!
*grunt walks in*
What the heck, Skipper!?!
Last time I was here you wuz talkin’ ’bout goin’ fishin’!
Looks like ya caught yer limit!
Jeeze, leave a fighter pilot to his own devices and look what happens! Good thing there’s us Grunts around to keep ya from getting into too much peril!
*plucks whatever Lex is drinkin’ from his hand*
Sorry, Skipper… You’re flyin’ tomarrow…
*downs beverage*
There…
*evil chuckle*
*Wakes up groggily. Levers hismelf off the floor, stepping over the bodies laying about in random array. Removes the lampshade from his head. Turns the porch light out. Slinks off to bed. Vows to stop drinking. Tomorrow, maybe*
*rings door bell*
No answer. I think I got here too late.
*walks in and surveys room*
D*mn – the Kitties have been here, and everybody is gone already. Sheesh — Lex — send up a smoke signal next time, eh?
*sits up… surveys damage from party… puts lampshade back on lamp… makes bloody mary and heads for the shower*
Boy, I sure hope Lex left me some cold water…
Lex,
Saw a Super Hornet demo at the airshow today and was REAL impressed.The usual Hornet tricks were used, (high alpha/negative alpha), BUT during the “de riguer” high speed pass, the shock wave (annulus) was visibly moving aft and fwd as the driver was keeping an eye on the ASI…..BUT,I saw the shock wave suddenly move aft for a fraction of a second,and heard a small “POP” (not a regular sonic boom),then a decel.
My question is………
Was the driver just lucky that he didn’t totally P.O. the FAA? Or was his reaction keen enough to forego a radical sonic boom?
BTW, it was VFA-122.Got a lot of nostalgia about a NJ tail code.
Greg
Greg – sounds like he did get lucky. If you’re transonic, it’s pretty easy to let her slip through. The “pop” you heard was the result of flying in this regime: Parts of the jet (or more accurately, parts of the airflow around the jet) are supersonic in the high transonic regime. Curved areas like the canopy, leading edge flaps and leading edge extensions go through the number earlier than other parts. Their shockwave overpressure (the boom) is naturally smaller than the main one which detaches from the fuselage when the entire jet goes through the number…
Feh. You do fly off a target, after all…
“Submarines once
Submarines twice
Holy…”
whoops, family blog.
OT: Stirring the pot between Yon and a newspaper reporter…
avaiators and rookies. Bah humbug. We serve serious drinks for people who want to get drunk quick.
Beer. Cosmos. What’s next? Shirley Temples?
Wow, people almost got Chap exercised enough to divulge the Secret Submarine Song.