It was almost a decade ago I was whinging about this place being the hang-out of near-40yo pilots. Now? Fuck, we're closer to 50 and me, as desperate as I am to left seat, I won't because of physical limitations. Thanks to MG I can't count on being able to see correctly, and if you think you've had a scary flight landing, you ain't ever tried to put an aircraft down while squinting on one eye.
Woe is me.
TIammo is right, the world is full of shitballs.
R343achel is right, there is some good.
Technician is right, there is interesting stuff to be sorted.
Gedvondur is right, it's a big sucking hole of suck sometimes.
TPD is right, no one is willing to pay a single quid for 100 hours' of entertainment.
Hulver is right, WTF are you all on about?
My wife is right, what the hell am I going to do?
Athiest me can only quote Rabbi Hillel:
If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
And if I am only for myself, what am I?
And if not now, when?
That pretty much sums it up. I have some excellent recipes, from yummy vegan pumpkin to the pulled pork I taught my Scouser father-in-law to make. I know how Linux could succeed on the desktop. I'm pretty sure I know what Oracle will do next. And Microsoft. And Apple can DIAF. Work is good, the Puppy is well, I'm climbing back out of the shithole I created, and oddly enough I hope things are going well for you lot, too.
So how the fuck are you and what can I say to alleviate any fears?
And just so we're not misunderstanding each other, I think you all smell like poo. §§§.
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