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A double winner!
I lost my stache and I found my cutie! Woo-hoo! A shining beacon of wonderful replacing a fuzzy sex-offender-disguise nuisance. I can talk on the radios without a stiff, itchy upper lip and I get to buy several more bookshelves to supply a loved one's newfound crack like book addiction. Today, I am a double winner. Life is good. -
First Q3
Which if you're not a pilot, that means it's been documented that I fucked up during a flight. Or rather, we did as a crew. Apparently there are two DZ's (drop zone) with the same name on the same course, in the same field, exactly one mile apart, both run parallel to the very same road and begin after a road crossing. Unfortunately, we were ( Read more... ) -
Mustache march
I hate mustache March. Stupid idea. I absolutely hate this thing. When I fly it makes the mic tickle, so I don't want to talk. Looks beyond ridiculous, it's not even me. I wouldn't even be participating if I had a spouse nearby, but I jumped aboard like a fucking sheep, a lamb for the slaughter, and it's a steering wheel in my shorts. That's ( Read more... ) -
License number of the truck?
Oh, what a weekend. Started with a quick stop at the major's promotion party, didn't recognize too many people, but I did get to hear the story of how a buddy picked up his new wife (on an airplane, no less). Then I headed to the winefest. Kind of a blur. Way too many groups of friends pulling me in different directions, all wanting to adopt ( Read more... ) -
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Gonna be a major! I should get my name legally changed to Major Major Major in preparation. A name change wouldn't void my promotion, would it, I mean the bureaucrats might completely lose me if I did that. Maybe not. Anyway, Major Casey here I come. -
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A wise women once noticed that every cool action movie has a helicopter (period appropriate, of course). It's true, but 90% of them also show a helicopter crashing. It's almost a guarantee, you see a helicopter in a movie, you're going to see it in a fiery ball at some point. Fuckin Hollywood. -
Moops
I miss being Moops. I liked Moops. Resisted a little back at the Academy when I first got the name, but it grew in me at my last squadron. Sigh. But you can't sell your own nickname in the Air Force, or even bring one with you. Instead my commander calls me "Rich" because "Casey" and "Cassie" sound too much alike. He says Rich and I honestly ( Read more... ) -
Your Random Thought of the Day
More of a speculation. Some prelude: I'm watching Dark Knight, a movie that might overcome Aliens as my all time favorite (weird for my favorite movie's not to have sex, I'm suddenly disappointing myself). Anyway, I was wondering what superheroes might be in the next Batman movie- since I, of course, am desperately awaiting it even though it's ( Read more... ) -
A sign
Not sure where this thought came from in my insomnia, but stream of consciousness is what it is (which translates to I don't want to answer for it). Thinking back to my last trip to Albuquerque, a friend manages a store which just now occurred to me is the perfect commentary on our "postmodern" society. The item is called "The Liberator"... ( ( Read more... ) -
Coco's
This is for all of you who have not experienced Coco's. Coco's is, quite simply, crack. Legal crack. Once you have tasted it you will hunger for it always. When you get some you devour it as quickly as possible and then mourn as it is all gone. Your mouth burns with the delicious curry sauce and you wish there was more, you even contemplate ( Read more... )