Which I’m off to the links, seduced by the notion that I may have them all to myself, what with every red-blooded American male but me getting ready for the Superbowl. Which I still intend to catch, my sortie window being so very early, like. Prepared for the realization that there may be other [...]

Which, about yesterday, regrets, apologies, gomen nasai. Nothing could be done, at least not from my end. My hosting service having suffered summat of a meltdown due to an auto-update script that went profoundly wrong. Whole constellations of sites having taken a hit, including several whose owners make an actual living off them. Which, [...]

So, your host is so outta here for now, having successfully defended, more or less, our brave socialist comrades and their beloved motherland from the Yankee Air Pirates of Carrier Air Wing SEVEN. And whatever odd bits of wreckage represented by the noble steeds flown by our heroic martyrs there lies figuratively dispersed around [...]

Which it’s been a bit of a long walk to a small house, not that I terribly mind the ferrying of a jet from Point Mugu to NAS Fallon. But having once arrived, I was thrice scheduled to go and do my bit against the imperialist warlord running dog lackeys of Carrier Air Wing [...]

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 [...]

Yesterday was my last day in Mountain Home, and my last flight was a kick. The Marines were fighting a low altitude war, and your humble was right there among and amidst. Started off in company with a two-ship of Singaporean F-15 Strike Eagles, flew through the merge as the smallest and only third [...]

By car from Sandy Eggo to Ventura County. By Kfir from VC to Idaho.

Off the grid, talk amongst yerselves.