Actually, there is quite a bit more to kites than meets the eye. When I was a kid, I thought all you had to do was glue some paper or plastic sheet to a couple of sticks and attach a string. Needless to say, I can’t distinctly remember any significant sense of achievement in combination with kites.
I am sure the mechanics at my work would love to have a red line as well. Usually, mechanics are not very big fans of having pilots stand behind them asking them questions while they’re working and trying to concentrate.
I also know that a red line alone will most likely not keep our guys out of the hangar even if they saw it . . . .
The next scheduled vacation for me is a skiing trip in a couple of weeks. Sure hope the snow will last that long, but considering how much snow there is up on the mountains right now, I’m sure there’ll be something left for us. Sadly, my wife won’t be able to go with us, because she has to work. Somehow I think the farewell scene will be eerily similar to today’s strip though…
I don’t know why Julio is that shocked. After all, scrap metal isn’t all that worthless nowadays!
Talking about scrap, my refrigerator broke down yesterday, and I spent about two hours just trying making it stop beeping. I ended up having to take out the cicruit board and remove the beeper with my soldering iron… Good times, good times. Fortunately it’s quite cold outside right now, so I can stash my food on the porch in the meantime.
What can I say? A lot of me “helping” my dad as a kid consisted of the same type of activity. But I was able to get him back later when he offered to help me work on the Chicken Wings airplane. Suddenly I was in charge and he was watching. It felt kinda weird though, I have to say…
Maybe Chuck should try to pursue a career at the FAA. After all, he’s also here to help! I remember, when I was a kid, that “helping” my dad was the greatest thing, whenever he was building or repairing something around the house. Looking back, I think it usually consisted of the type of help that Chuck is now enlisted for, but at the time it felt really great to be of assistance.
So many problems go away if you just ignore them. Of course, you have to have a relaxed attitude like Chuck to ignore them thoroughly enough so that they don’t nag at you at the back of your mind. I wish I could pull that off more often. Especially writing (i.e. coming up with ideas) is hard when you think of all the things you should be doing.
Hope you all had a Merry Christmas! I sure had. Spend a couple of days with the in-laws out in the countryside where I was battened with delicious food. Mike’s Christmas, on the other hand, wasn’t that merry. He also spent it in the countryside, but flying frost control somewhere near Bakersfield, poor fella.
We’ve made it! We survived another two months of Christmas ads, Christmas songs on the radio and TV Christmas specials and finally the real thing is here. Not everybody cares about Christmas that much, but for those of you who do, we would like to wish you some joyful and peaceful holidays, and lots of big and expensive presents! Well, expensive mostly, because that’s what Christmas is all about, after all (as we have learned from South Park).
We wish you Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkkah, Happy Holidays and everything that you wish for yourself!
For the longest time I was blissfully unaware of my allergies. I should have never gotten that test. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Fortunately my biggest allergies (cats and dogs) can be worked around easily by not having pets. The only one that bothers me is my allergy against dust mites. Curse those pesky creatures!
I think that I’m a bit like Chuck. I can really enjoy physical work, but I’m happy I don’t have to do it for a living. My worst allergy though is against taxes, but I haven’t yet found a doctor yet to write me some form of medical diagonsis that would get me exempt.