What satisfaction cans’t thou have this day? When your host most shamefully slept on both ears until nearly the hour of seven, a repose that left him uncharacteristically refreshed, but which has relegated to status pitiful the time we have to share to these few moments. On account of the security constraints that are in it at the (prestigious) Navy Fighter Weapons School. Where even having an iPhone in your pocket is reason to be shot on sight, an iPad getting you drawn and quartered, like.
But: Another day being lectured, it was. A thing not nearly so onerous as that once meant, back when I was a wee nobbut. Ended up meeting a former squadronmate at the officer’s club just as I was getting to leave.
He remembered me at once, and although I knew his face his name did not spring instantly to mind. It turned out that the had joined my final squadron just six or eight weeks before I was due to leave. He said nice things, which is always gratifying. To know you left a bit of a mark, even in the final laps.
Anyway, got to go. More lectures and then an Actual Flight. In the Fallon Range Training Complex.
More when there’s time, that being the fire we all burn in.
Like you, I also coincidentally awoke late@ 0730-, Lex—first time I’ve slept that late in months, probably because I passed out early in the day, then awoke late in the afternoon and rallied until late enough to catch RedEye live before TU again. Just sitting here reading when it suddenly dawned on me that you’re going to have to put up another squadron/organizational patch/logo on your title bar, after this is all over. Any chance of a preview?
Virgil, make sure you’ve gotten plenty of rest so you can stay up Saturday night…sort of a big game that night
Geaux Bayou Bengals!
After Nick Saban dies and enters the Pearly Gates, God takes him on a tour. He shows him a little two-bedroom house with a faded Alabama banner hanging from the front porch. “This is your house, coach,” God says happily.”
Most people don’t get their own houses up here.” Nick looks at the house, then turns around and looks at the one sitting on top of the hill. It’s a …huge, beautiful two-story mansion with white marble columns and little patios under all the windows. LSU flags line both sides of the sidewalk and a huge LSU banner hangs between the marble columns.
“Thanks for the house, God,” Nick says. “But let me ask you a question. I get this little two-bedroom house with a faded banner and Miles gets a mansion with LSU banners and LSU flags flying all over the place. Why is that?” God looks at him seriously for a moment, then says,
“Nick, that’s not Miles’s house. That’s mine.”
Good one, Boss, good one…hadn’t heard that before .
As an aside, I can’t think of ANY other NCAA–or even NAIA–school that has suffered the loss of TWO (2) outstanding coaches who won national championships in football and abruptly left soon thereafter for supposedly greener pastures (Army, Dolphins) like Deitzel and Saben did at LSU Perhaps tellingly neither had the success at their new job that they enjoyed at LSU. True, Saban’s 3rd job has been more successful than Deitzel’s (S. Carolina) but at least Deitzel had the excuse of leaving LSU for his alma mater and a very unique position in the college football game. Although (almost) all coaches are, by definition, destined to become nomads if they coach long enough, Saban’s departure to my mind left an even more bitter taste in my mouth than did the departure of Deitzel’s insofar as the way he handled it. (Deitzel left the year prior to my arrival at LSU and my freshman year was his successor, Charlie MacLendon’s –”Charlie Mac”–first year). Saban didn’t even bother to say “thanks for all the fish”..
PS: And at least “Pepsodent Paul” came home–he retired to make his home in Baton Rouge..
***Damn…”Dietzel” NOT Deitzel–just noticed..
Speaking of God & football, one of my favorite jokes of all time I first heard told about Atherton HS, Louisville, Ky. Atherton is home to all the “Highlands” druggie/skateboarder sons & daughters of Louisville’s professional/academic class who don’t go to Catholic schools or Ballard HS or Country Day pvt school. As such, they have an almost uniquely pathetic record spanning WELL over a half century (they’ve won only one game this year and have lost games this year by 56-0, 61-0 , 57-7–you get the picture.. I used to substitute Tulane in the joke until they hired one of the Bowden’s and had an undefeated season, so I shifted to my hapless Saints (the “Aint’s”) until they won the Super-Bowl, so now I guess I’m back to Atherton (the reader may insert a hapless rival of their choice)
Goes like this: An Atherton grad has an MI and, while on operating table, flat-lines and leaves his body and floats up to heaven. Meeting St. Peter at the Pearly Gates he announces his presence. However, upon checking the computer, St. Peter can’t find him on the list. “Better check with the Big Guy,” he intones, “Maybe he inserted it as a late addition on his PDA and forgot to transfer it to the Master List.” Upon being contacted God replies that he doesn’t have this guy on his “late additions” either, so thinks he’ll stroll down and take a look. Consulting with St. Peter, the two finally figure out that a bug had thrown his name forward from one of the lists reserved for far in the future. When informed that it was all a mistake and it wasn’t his time yet, so he could go back down, the Atherton grad said: “Whew, I’m glad to hear that, but since I’m up here and have the opportunity, tell me just one thing–will Atherton ever have an undefeated season?” “Yes” God replied, “but not in your lifetime.” “Oh, that’s ok, the fan replied, at least when I go I can die happy knowing that eventually my alma mater will achieve success.” He then proceeds to float down, but stops after a little way and shouts upward: “Just one more thing, Big Guy–will Atherton ever win the State Championship?” God leans over the cloud and looks down, answering: “Yesss….eventually…but not in MY lifetime!” (LOL–and with Atherton that may literally be true!
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Damn algo-trolls–and Lex is probably up flying, XAirBoss/Byron, so you’ll have to await my joke.
VX, it sounds like thee and me are about the same
vintageage.Boss, you said VX was just a young pup compared to you a year or so ago.
Perhaps all those traps affected your rememberer.
Do what you need to do. We’ll secure the liquor cabinet.
“We’ll
securesearch the liquor cabinet.”There, fixed fer ya…
Hush that! Cat’s away, mouse will play, and the flying chimp mucks up the works.
I got the CO2!!!!
Oh, I remember that one! Actually, I prefer it as “Likker Locker.”
That is much more euphonious to my ears.
For some, the routine is programmed in all too well.
When I was on AFGHN turf, ” rise & shine” occurred at 0400 as that allowed me to connect via Skype with Mrs. SK1 as she was preparing for bed. After that, breakfast at the DFAC would be at 0600 and then off to the day’s events.
Here on the home turf, my inner body clock will allow me to dally in the realm of sleep until the leisurely hour of 0530. No matter how late I stay up, or what has transpired, the inner alarm clock gongs me out of sound sleep. Laying there afterwards is useless.
” More when there’s time, that being the fire we all burn in. “ – Interesting that you featured a quote lifted from the Star Trek movie, ” Generations ” in which we find the aging Capt. Kirk finally coming to grips with his age and having to hand off the reigns to a new generations, eh? Seeing a little of yourself in that same vein ?
In dealing with that same issue myself, I have taken an approach from warriors I knew in AFGHN…they have to deal with living outside the wire for weeks, not bathing, getting little sleep, etc. – a crappy deal. They call it ” The Suck” as it sux. So you see these patches they wear that say, ” Embrace the suck” as if you make peace with the problem, you can deal with it more effectively.
In dealing with time, I agree with Capt. Picard’s POV -
” Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we’ve lived.”
We’ve been indulging in streaming the original Star Trek series thru our Amazon Prime subscription. It’s been such fun to see these episodes again – each one has been painstakingly restored and re-engineered to HD quality. What amazes us the most is the timeliness of the stories – they dealt with core key issues whose messages are as relevant today as they were in 1966.
I agree as I have caught a few HD episodes on cable….As much as I have been an ardent Star Trek fan, there were a few clunkers back then too.
” The City on the Edge of Forever” is without doubt the single greatest episode Star Trek ever produced. No weird aliens, no intergallitic battles, just a simple and true story about the struggle to deal with the consequences of our actions and how one person could change the course of history for millions. Kirk, Spock and a very young & hot Joan Collins. Well written and acted.
Agreed, every series has clunkers. I vaguely remember the episode you mention; haven’t gotten to it yet on streaming. As I watch them I am reminded that William Shatner was HAWT back in the day. My goodness! And it’s fun to watch Nimoy grow in the role that would define his entire career. He would fight that for a very long time, then ultimately give in and recognize the legacy he leaves behind.
I loved Generations – Patrick Stewart is one of the best captains in the entire genre. And I liked Voyager as well – interesting premise. And certainly DS9 was seeing into the future with their villains the Cardassians. Because now we are inflicted with the pox that is the Khardasian Family.
Wife and I are going through Star Trek and the Next Generation
again. Good writing,characters,enjoy the reboot, too, Enterprise and Voyager, not so much. DS-9′s okay too, had worked around a Realtor who used Quark as a role model….
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helmet mounted vidcam. Hunnertntwenny GW’s. All go hit tip jar. We need to see our merciless host wax one of those poor souls whose last words were “wheredahell, ah this is gonna look bad at de-brief getting smoked by that old geezer”
Here’s a helpful hint: get a Windows Mobile 7 phone. Nobody knows what it is so getting it by security should be a breeze. Tell them it’s a pacemaker or an HP aviation calculator or some such.
Having had my best friend work at MS in their phone division for many years, my first smartphone was Windows. It was clunky but I liked it. Then, after a bad experience with Apple I studiously avoided their products. The new Win Mobile is very good. And like I said, no one know what it is so no one tells me to put it away.
Thou art varlet of the vilest sort, to goest about your sport and toss to us the merest leavings; to hint, to wink and soest imply that future games willst make these labors seem mild when so compared. I hate you.
If you wish, I’ll call you at 0530 Central time, so you won’t oversleep and all that.
Those who can, do. Those who can’t
…wait
I thought it was:
“Those who can, Do.
Those who can’t, Teach.
Those who can’t teach, Administrate.”
http://www.johntaylorgatto.com/underground/prologue8.htm
Think nothing…this is how it is…
” Those who can, do.
Those who can’t, Teach.
Those who can’t Teach…teach Physical Education”. Best
What I read into this is… the view changes depending on what side of the podium one finds themselves…. whether one is the lectured or lecturer. So, for that which you are about to receive oh capitan, be truly thankful and oh so humble as you try to restore muscle memory that has departed over the years behind a desk..
Cap’n I really do think that Ceiling Cat has taken a shine to you. That business with the Eldest Daughter, well, that is just evidence that the Divine Sense of Humor is not the same as the Human Sense of Humor.
I see the new posting purgatory doesn’t tell you your post is in purgatory.
STILL no update?
Can’t get no satisfaction…
Patience, precious. All good things come to those who wait.