This story reminds me of the time I used to do some aerial work for the TV series “The X-Files”. I was able to fly the support ship a few times but in the very last episode I made it on camera flying the helicopter that’s dropping off two FBI agents. I had to wear some sort of blue or black flight suit if I remember right (it’s been over 15 years). And everybody I ran into at chow or behind the cameras kept asking me “Are you a ‘real’ pilot?”. My response was “of course, I’m a real pilot!” wondering the whole time why people were asking me this and pondering what kind of other pilots there were other than real pilots. It made no sense to me at first. What a weird question!
Then it hit me … I was working on a movie set! Duh! That’s what happens when you don’t grow up in the movie business like most people in LA and rather stumble into it later in your career, HAHA!
Here’s another dusty old comic strip for you! I guess it explains the reason why everything has to be written down and documented in triplicate when it comes to aircraft maintenance. It also reminds me of elementary school, when we were playing “telephone”. Who says you don’t learn stuff that is useful for real life in school? I see that technique used in practice very often!
Well, I’ll be darned! Just a couple of weeks ago, I forgot to post a strip on Tuesday and apologized for it on Wednesday. Now it’s Tuesday again, and I just noticed that I totally spaced out, didn’t post a strip last Friday, and noticed only just now!
It really must have something to do with age. After all, my brother is even older than me, and he didn’t notice either. I apologize and promise to do better from now on!
At least I know it’s not from the same cause as Chuck’s “pilot fatigue” (look it up, it’s a thing!) in this comic strip. Because ever since the arrival of kid no. 2, the days of reading something when going to bed are over. I usually manage to read some online newspaper for 5 minutes on my phone and then fall asleep. In the old days, I always read a book, sometimes for up to an hour. Well, I’m sure things will get progressively better from now on. I’m looking forward to senile insomnia! Oh the amount of reading I’ll be able to do then …
Well it seems that one should not judge books by their covers, or cats by their circumference. And now that the cat is history, normal operations can resume at Roost Air. That is, if we accept a rather broad definition of the word “normal” …
Oops! I did it again. I don’t mean “played with your heart and got lost in the game”, but “forgot to upload a strip on Tuesday”! Well, only a few days left until I turn 40, so maybe that counts as an excuse? And I don’t know why I just put a question mark here at the end of that sentence, but now I’m gonna leave it? Because when I type, I sometimes hear myself talking in my head? And for some reason, my inner voice had the intonations of, like, one of those girls who raise their voice at the end of their sentences, so every sentence sounds like a question? Okay, I’ll stop. It must have been the mental image of Britney Spears in school uniform that triggered me.
Anyway, sorry, folks! Looks like the rat is doomed, doesn’t it? It is funny to read all the reactions of people’s vermin problems and solutions!
While we are kept waiting to find out what happens next, we get to meet Hans’s cat at least. Is it just me, or do I see a close resemblance to the famous Garfield in that cat. I wonder why that is? We grew up reading about the adventures of the worlds laziest cat. But we had no idea Garfield had a sister.
Since you guys have proven to me that you actually read what’s underneath the comic, I decided to share a story my crew chief told me last night. I was laughing the whole night and it made me think of Chuck:
When my chief was a crew chief in the air force working on cargo planes (for a different country and before everything became PC) they were told they had to fly a passenger from A to B somewhere in Africa. The passenger was a “desk soldier” and had never been in the cockpit of an airplane so they decided to make the flight more interesting for her. They took off and proceeded on their way during what was just a routine flight. The lady was thoroughly enjoying her experience in the cockpit with “the guys”.
But when it came time to start the decent and approach the copilot said to the captain “Well captain, it’s time to start the approach” to which the captain responded “Oh no, I don’t do the approaches. I am only a take-off captain”.
“What? But I am also just a take-off captain!” the copilot responded.
“So you’re saying we have only two take off captains and no landing captains on this plane?”
“How are we supposed to land this thing?”
“I can’t believe this. Why would they schedule the two of us together?”
“It makes no sense! What were they thinking over in dispatch?”
The lady was getting really nervous at this point.
“Well, I guess we can give it a try.”
“We don’t have any options really because fuel is getting low. And I’ve seen what the landing captain does once before.”
They proceeded with the approach and started to over steer the aircraft just slightly, messing around not picking up the glide slope 😉
The lady freaked out, started crying, total panic. They couldn’t even console her after they told her it was just a joke and there was no such thing as a take-off captain and a landing captain. The chief thought she may have never flown in a plane since…
I don’t think it was necessarily a mean spirited joke because they were probably expecting her to say “Yeah, right” at some point but apparently they were too convincing.
But doesn’t this story sound like something Chuck and Julio might be involved in?
Can it be that “Chicken Wings” is not invented after all?
I know, this one isn’t very aviation related. But is it? Working in aviation I have dealt with rats more than I ever thought I would nor cared to deal with. Had them in the hangar, in the plane, in the parts room (where the idea may or may not have come from … strongly leaning towards “may”), inside construction trailer we worked out of, at the helibase, and so forth. You get my drift.
What came first? The hangar or the rat?
Where have you found rats so far?
Anyway, we had a lot of fun making this strip. The line that Julio got for the first panel and Chuck for the last one had us giggling the whole time writing and drawing this. Enjoy!
In a certain way, being a parent is a bit like being in an army bootcamp. I don’t mean just the fact that you don’t get enough sleep, but also that it is such an all-consuming task that it’s nearly impossible to be able to talk about anything else. I try my best to avoid the topic with strangers, because I know how much other people’s kids interested me before I became a dad. But anyway, looking at the first panel of today’s strip, I can’t help but make a connection to the subject of “stuff on the floor.”
There always, always is stuff on the floor. Crumbs, for instance. Or spit. The days where I was appalled or confused when I stepped in something wet are long gone. And toys, of course. We don’t even buy that many toys, but somehow they seem to accumulate to ridiculous amounts almost by themselves. I estimate that half of the world’s oil production ends up as plastic toys in the living and kids rooms across the globe. And no matter how much you try to organize and clean up, the natural habitat for a toy is the floor. So I really sympathize with Julio here!
Unlike Chuck or the majority of the working population, I don’t have to show up at work at any particular time. Ah, the joys of being self-employed! On the other hand, if I start working late, the workload stays the same, so I only end up working later or pushing stuff along to the next days or weeks. The fact that I have a hard time fitting my to-do-list on an A4 sized piece of paper seems to indicate that I should start working earlier more often.
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!