So much to say...

but nothing to write.

I have reached Chapter 2 of Moby Dick. If the prologue and first chapter are any indication, this will be a slow, enjoyable read.
So today I am off work, and my family wants to go to the Wilson County Fair. I think it sounds pretty boring, since I've already been so many times. But maybe I'll go and try to enjoy it.

Casual Thursday

So I've sort of gotten away from the original purpose of this place, and that was to write stuff that practically no one would read and therefore have a free and easy atmosphere to just chill. And no more silly underdeveloped fiction for a while either.

I've just started fulfilling a childhood goal. Reading Moby Dick was a slightly daunting task for me as a 9 year old, so I just started it, then went back to Uncle Tom's Cabin, Huckleberry Finn, and my favorite, The Yearling.
So I'll be reading it on my iPod Touch. Should be fun.

Summer...

I am so so so so bored with my life right now. I want to go to the beach.

TAM:002

The street full of uniforms and flags was shocked to silence for the space of a breath as the sound of the shot echoed up the streets of Berlin. Then all was paranoia and chaos as the crowds fled the scene in panic. The soldiers stuck to their training and stood where they were, except those near the dictator. He was rushed into an armoured truck, which was positioned directly behind his Mercedes.
Some Allied sniper scum! That must be it. A foolhardy, brazen attempt on the leader's life. Only the Furor himself actually knew what was afoot.

Walter's hand shook badly as he keyed the comm mic.
"Direct hit confirmed. It's been shot off, and it landed somewhere on the east side of the street."
-Roger, proceeding with airstrike.
I wonder if they would have me in this position if they knew how scared I am!

The Gotha Go-229 is an incredible aircraft, a prime example of German engineering. It is a flying wing with two jet engines, far ahead of its time. The swastika-emblazened trio of Go-229s had impressed the parade-goers earlier with an incredibly low flyby, as the three seemingly unified pieces of aluminum had screamed down the wide street directly over their heads and then shot up straight as an arrow out of sight into the mile-high clouds. But of all the people there that day, only Walter knew that these pilots were not the pride of the Luftwaffe, but instead were members of the most elite unit of French saboteurs. Today was the fruit of a collossal amount of studying and planning (also a little killing) on their part.
Walter watched and listened for them as he packed his collapsible sniper rifle into his kitbag and prepared his unusually heavy sidearm for what was certainly the most daring stunt he had ever been involved in.

One..

Final left to go! It's not really a test, it's more of a regional
airline flight in a CRJ-200. I wonder how many passengers he'll give
us...once he gave us too many, and we ended up too heavy. So we
kicked people off and reprogrammed the FMS. I felt bad for the
virtual people we virtually kicked out onto the tarmac, becuase God
knows we can't take any fuel off instead...

(EDIT_)

We did end up kicking people off. 6 disgruntled passengers stayed behind in Memphis while we went to LaGuardia...

Here's some screenshots of Aerosim's CRJ FMST software:

Thank God

The Greece presentation is over. I know, it's just a presentation,
but I am really glad it's over.

Looks a mile to my feet...

My car now stops much better after getting the maintenance on the brakes today.

P.S. - The Blue Angels are pretty awesome.

TAM: First Post

Walter steadied the precision rifle carefully as the Nazi parade rolled slowly, mechanically towards him. The smooth composite weapon was getting very sweaty under his palms, especially near the trigger. From his position above the street he could see everything through the crisp reticle in the scope.

The black open-top vehicle loomed ever nearer.

Nearer.

It was close enough now for Walter to see the Furor's face clearly through his gun's optics. In the briefing for this assignment, they had told him that Hitler always carried it on his person. He could not afford to trust anyone.

Walter had approximately 30 seconds to identify and eliminate the item before it would be too late. His scope's field of view became narrower as he zoomed in on Hitler's right-hand pocket. Nothing. Left...still nothing.

Wait...there it was. Der Teufel Selbst! It was pinned to his lapel in plain sight! They had instructed him that under no circumstances was he to kill the leader.

Come on! give me a shot!

There was only about 100 yards left before the parade would turn and the black car at the front would be lost from view. Suddenly, as if on a beat, the entire procession stopped. Hitler stood up and...turned! to face his adoring Master Race.

This was exactly what Walter needed.

Come on...a little more to the right...wow that is a small target. I hope they find a sniper savant soon! I'm a pilot, not really a marksman.

...steady...squeeze of the trigger.

BANG!

The street reverberated with the shot, and all was chaos.

Staying in the hangar

I should not write on the internet when I feel like this, so I'm not going to.

Conversations File 001: Walter

"Back in the fifties, them truckers used to drive at least 80. Out west, I was doing 85 and 90 just trying to keep up with 'em."

I wonder what's changed...I guess gas is more expensive and the roads are more regulated now.

First Dispatch

It's like a new aircraft rolling off the production line.

However, it's still a prototype.  It's not even properly painted yet.  Look for more "bells and whistles" (Dornan) later.

In the meantime, just shade your eyes and watch from the hot tarmac as this thing lumbers off into the smoggy internet skies for the first time.

 

Mmmm...jet exhaust.