A lot of my work at Roost-Air actually revolves around bubble wrap. Shipping packages, receiving packages, mailing packages, unpacking packages … the first world problems of running an online store. So one can say this strip was one of those “meant to be” or rather “written by real life” comics as it was just a matter of time for Chuck to get into bubble wrap. And don’t we all know at least one annoying guy (never us, of course) who gets way too much pleasure out of popping the bubbles?
My personal pleasure popping them has changed somewhat ever since I started having to buy them in mass quantities. Every bubble is precious! HAHA
HAPPY THANKSGIVING WEEKEND EVERYBODY! I hope you had a great day yesterday and didn’t splurge too much on turkey, or even worse, chicken! As you know us here at Roost-Air promote eating pigs and cows over birds.
Once you emerge from your tryptophan coma grab the opportunity to do some discount shopping this week and use our DISCOUNT CODE “THANKS” to get 15% off your entire order until December 1st. It’s the perfect opportunity to get your shopping done in time, make your loved ones laugh at Chuck, and save a little coin all at the same time.
A lot of my work at Roost-Air actually revolves around bubble wrap. Shipping packages, receiving packages, mailing packages, unpacking packages … the first world problems of running an online store....
In principle, some things are just as much fun when you’re six years old as when you’re 60. And I think popping bubble wrap is definitely on that list. The only difference is, that, as a kid, you don’t have as easy access to bubble wrap as when you’re an adult, but on the other hand more time if you do. Nowadays, I am usually busy packing or unpacking something and rarely find the time for a few pops. Unless it’s bubble wrap with particularly large or tiny bubbles. You need to appreciate those. Anyway, I can totally understand Chuck in the last panel!
As one of our readers rightly pointed out, of course a “mancave “isn’t synonymous with “junk pile”. In fact, The perfect mancave is kept meticulously clean! I can’t say that I have a mancave myself, but in the places in the house where I am solely in charge, i.e. my office and the basement, I have to admit it looks a bit like a dump. At least in my office I get a cleaning fit about twice a year or so. But the basement is a different story … Well, but I guess everybody needs a “buffer” of some sort, where they can just drop stuff and have it out of sight. Maybe in retirement I’ll get around to finally clean it up and maybe even turn it into a mancave. Too bad that I won’t be able to go full Chuck-style, because the ceilings are definitely too low for a bouncy castle.
Now, how is Chuck ever going to finish his Corsair if he spends all his money on sunglasses, watches, and now racing stripes for his car? I am amazed he is still at it and actually making progress. Ten years ago, all he had was the wheels and the stick. The next question now is if his hangar is actually a man cave with tons of Corsair parts all neatly categorized and organized in multiple shelves or just a heap of parts randomly strewn about. I guess you’ll have to wait until the end of the week to find out.
My own new garage is more leaning towards “filled with crap” if you talked to my woman even though I totally have a system (I do). And it does have shelves. But I don’t think I could fit a Challenger in there right now either. Luckily that’s not a problem of mine since I currently neither own a Dodge nor racing stripes …
We couldn’t resist to have Chuck need even more clarification on the subject. But, hey! It’s for aviation safety! I hope all of you have learned a little something with the last two strips. I am sure you all have also heard the old saying “You can never have too much fuel on board … unless you’re on fire”.
There are probably even more sayings about the subject. Feel free to post them underneath.
Also, I think it’s great to see that Chuck hasn’t given up on his Corsair project yet. If there is one thing you can NOT say about Chuck, it is that he gives up easily.
I venture to say that each and every one of you who ever had to deal with pro-seal in one way or another, will be able to relate to this strip. No matter how much you prepare before you start sealing, it will always be a mess. And even if you’re not a mechanic or homebuilder, you can also tell just by looking at a pro-seal job (during your preflight, for example), that the application process must have been a mess by the little streaks that come off from the sealed area. Sometimes you also find wipe marks where the mechanic desperately tried to wipe of the excess sealant. Pro-seal has the tendency to just end up EVERYWHERE, your clothes, the floor, all over the aircraft, and of course your phone since you always get that one phone call you really need to answer right after you mixed the sealant. I am sure this probably applies to most resins or anything that comes in two compounds to be mixed before applying, but in my experience pro-seal has been the worst. The smell of it doesn’t help either.
I remember the day well when I built a 1:72 model of an A-10 Thunderbolt. I don’t know how old I was, but it must have been some time in my mid-teens. That particular plane was the model that I put in the most effort yet. And it looked pretty good! I had painted the whole fuselage and even added a lot of detail to the cockpit.
There was one problem though. The real A-10 has a very heavy machine gun in the front, whereas the model was all plastic. So, the weight and balance didn’t work out, and the model would always fall back, if you wouldn’t put in some sort of weight in the front. I had failed to do so, of course, but already had the fuselage glued shut. I could still spread it apart a little bit at the seams though, so, in an ingenious flash of brilliance, I decided to just pour in some glue in there as extra weight. Well, the inevitable happened and all the glue poured into the cockpit, where it dissolved the canopy and turned it into a white, opaque dome. I was so frustrated that I had ruined days of work within a couple of minutes that I pretty much gave up on my “model career” after that.
And that is why my brother still builds all kinds of models and I play guitar instead.
Have you ever been riding in a car with somebody who doesn’t pay attention? Think we all might be able to relate to this one. My favorite is when I sit in the back seat and the driver keeps turning around half way to talk to me. So far my scariest experience with was in Athens with the cab driver telling stories, constantly yapping away on one of his two cell phones yelling at the other end in Greek. Finally the other pilot asked the cabby “Hey! Are you a stock broker?”. The guy said “No. Why?”, so he finished it off with “Then get off the phone and drive the damn cab!” Haha!
Have you ever had somebody “helping” you and their “help” kinda made things even harder? I sure have and I am certain a lot of you will be able to relate. Some people have that natural tendency to make things way more complicated than they need to be.
One of my faves as mechanic was students coming into the hangar and asking question after question after question. In the beginning I always answered them because that is just the guy I am. But it always got me into trouble with the boss (Hans?) because my efficiency as mechanic was going down and I wasn’t really getting paid to answer question but to fix airplanes. I think a lot of interaction between Chuck and Julio stem back from that time in my life. And in the long run I probably did better as flight instructor since I do love to talk and answer questions. So it turned out to be the perfect job for me 😉
When I was in the army (which is mandatory here, if you have the wrong sort of genitals), we had a guy who was constantly trying to make jokes and witty remarks. Every now and then, they were really funny! But 95% of the time they were duds, and everybody would just shake their heads and sigh. One of the guys once said to me: “I like you better, because you don’t say much, but when you do it’s funny. Not like this guy!”
To which I replied: “I come up with pretty much the same amount of dumb things to say as the other guy. The difference is just that I filter out 95% and don’t say it.” Which they also considered to be funny. But actually I was just speaking the truth. My brain comes up with ridiculous stuff all the time, and the majority is actually pretty un-funny. The key is just to have enough self control and the discernment to tell when to speak and when to keep it shut. But good lord, I hope I never lose the function of my frontal lobes, because then I’d probably be an insufferable human being.
Oh and sorry for the late upload! I was engrossed in some other work and totally forgot about it …