This looks extremely familiar!  Oh the wonderful world of the C-17!
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Gifted pilot

Watch as this pilot pours a glass of iced tea while he rolls the plane! He has been around a flight line or two. That is so insane how the aircraft center of gravity seems to not stay the same.

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That's the flight line behind me over in the desert, so eerie with the fog! I've got my plane ticket and now all I have to do is make that flight... the next day I'll be going to school in FL at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University for aircraft maintenance!  It's been a while since I fixed some jets in the USAF so I'm kind of nervous. I can't wait to have my FAA A&P license!  It's going to take some hard work but I think I'll be okay because I have my GI Bill cushion!  I can't believe I'm going to be paid just to go to school 3 days a week.  I might try and find a part time job for a little extra income but this is so great!

Air Sick: Funniest Airline Flight Announcements

Air Sick: Funniest Airline Flight Announcements:

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I love it when airlines do things like this.  I understand that the moment you enter an airport until the moment you leave the next one is a serious time.  All the same, I think it's great that these individuals found a way to relinquish some of the stresses associated with air travel.

"Your seat cushions can be used for flotation. In the event of an emergency water landing, please take them with our compliments." Hahahaha!!

Unusual Aviation Pictures

Unusual Aviation Pictures:

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Wow... Is that even still considered a "bird" strike?
More like "carbon based life form" strike!  Hahahaa, oh sorry for that terrible tasting joke.  I just couldn't help myself!

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Gettin' down on the flightline in Iraq.  I think the funniest part of this whole video is that I'm from Connecticut. Who says you need to be a good ole' southern boy to enjoy some country?!  I'd like to thank Senior Airman Walker for posting that amazing evidence of camaraderie!

This C-5 is ready for breakfast!

10 Spectacular Cockpit Photos - Canadian Bootstrapper

10 Spectacular Cockpit Photos - Canadian Bootstrapper:

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Stumbleupon led me to this page of 10 great cockpit pictures.  From the snow covered mountains to the trailing flight line lights- we have the Canadian Bootstrapper to thank.

It looks like Santa needed an air to air refuel!  It's almost time to open presents and down the egg nog!
I love Christmas and with me leaving so soon for college this is pretty intense... I can't wait to get paid to go to school!

Leaving January 8th after court, then my first day of class is Jan 9th!  I'll be working towards my A&P licenses so I can work on aircraft again.  This has been a goal of mine for over a year now and finally it's all coming together!

12/12/12 means meteor showers!

Not many people realize it, but the next couple of nights we have a great opportunity to see some shooting stars! The Geminid meteor showers is supposed to be at its peak of 50 shooting stars/hr.  Get the google sky map app, a blanket, a hot beverage, and get out there!  The moon phase is at a perfect new moon, the skies are clearing up and it's all coming together for some great stargazing tonight!

Who doesn't want to start the new year knowing the universe owes you a wish or two?!

When you (assuming it's possible and probably been attempted already) clone a person successfully is it an infant grown in a test tube, or a full grown human in a test tube?

If you took somebodies DNA you would be cloning current aged them correct?
So, in theory, you should be able to grow a fully matured person.

Now assuming that you can clone a fully matured person then would their brain be shaped and built exactly the same as present day them?

If said person's brain is exactly the same as their clone then wouldn't memories be pre-built in to the memory of that clone?

Even if the brain of said person's clone was an exact match then could we assume all you would have to do is somehow upload the information like some future organic data device?

If that is possible then could you clone somebody strictly based off of said organic data device?

Could you clone a present day person...?

Conversation with my cousin

Me:  I wonder how they came to the conclusion that the organic compounds found on mars are from earth...

Cousin:  Maybe the organic compounds on earth are from mars...

Me:  That's what we left of our original planet... when we came to earth our rank structure and government were overthrown/fell apart.  Now there is no record of us even being intelligent enough to travel the darkness of space, let alone colonizing another planet.  We are doomed to repeat the ignorant humanoid survivalist method.

Cousin:  Mars is our inevitable demise, our future, our past, our home.

Me:  Maybe it was the workers in the bowels of our ships that started the ku...  We descended from apes because apes descended from the workers who shoveled dark matter into our engines, we are the descendants of Deltas...  "Mr. Foster's calculating enthusiasm (rubbing his hands in excitement) is concentrated here with the horror of the caste system - horrible not only in its restictive predetermining qualities, but also for the destructive, malevolent, harmful way in which its ends are achieved..." We had it coming.

The dinosaurs weren't destroyed by a natural disaster... unless it's a natural occurrence for potentially inerplanetary species to nuke said planet (earth) so that in a couple hundred years we could move down into the now semi habitable planet and start our new lives only to be murdered shortly after our arrival by a lesser class (or ourselves) made by our own means.

Character and personality.
I'd like to think I'm more of a character. 
A character is how you are (not act) when you're alone.
A personality is the you that you project on a stranger... proving you aren't anonymous.

Why prove yourself to ppl that already know you?

Almost like going to work as a citizen instead of as an employee. 

Humanity has become so felicitously estranged.

Drowning bedtime thoughts.
The difference between missing and longing-experience.
If I've had it then why would I want more?
Why long for it if I'm only to truly embrace new once?

I guess you miss it because it was truly that good.
Or has it been on the back burner so long that you've come to idealize it?

How can people just do mind gymnastics... just twist and turn memories.
It's a wonder we can learn anything real.

Embark- this long march.
Use every single page.
Describe scribes itself.

Fragmentors- An idea that I've been toying with

The story takes place at least 2 decades in the future and the U.S.A. is no longer the super power of the world.  China takes the reigns on the U.N., gaining respect and fear from the world as it builds its defense program, space program, education, and economy.  in a desperate attempt to secure its nations independence the united states puts into effect "operation spider-crack"- in essence it would be a program to fragment the next generations of American citizens.  starting at grade 1, and ending at their graduating high school [side note, those who drop out are of serious threat to national security- no child left behind act was the first year of op. spider-crack] these children would be broken and rebuilt by a series of traumatic events as a split personality, the one personality would be their normal life, the one they worked towards and worked for their whole life.  their second personality would be one forced onto them in secret, trained in explosives, hand to hand/weapons combat, and strategic battle ops.  every sitting with a fragmentation specialist would be triggered by a specific audio file, when played the spec ops personality would be let out, upon playing a separate audio file the meeting would end and the normal personality would emerge feeling as if they came out of a deep sleep [possibly used later in the story when Chinese ops find and play the wrong file awaking even more of the sleeping spec ops egos.]  unaware of any of the events taken place with their birth selves.  this story will follow the kindergarten teachers, accountants, auditors, politics- and any other extremely boring job I can think of - and what they are capable of as their license-to-kill selves take back American soil.

IDEA there could even be a side story about pale gaunt men in black suits aviators and fedoras who, one by one, take the children away for a day to fragment their supple minds.  these men are fragmented as well and in their normal lives they have no idea what they've done...

IDEA society in America would fall into a boring monotone lifestyle as the new generations ego and id would be separate personalities, what little happiness they are granted is only from consuming- buying up as seen on TV goods or going to the mall.  (the only way you could successfully train so many spec ops would be to separate the id and ego), the problem with the spec ops trained ego would be that 1 in every 300 people would have no target, just have fun with all of the training they've been given- creating a few happy and not-so-happy accidents..... maybe a lead into something great. 

THE FRAGMENTORS.

after he brakes me free from a federal investigation to confess... well use his son to confess.  his son was the only one who hadn't replied in unison with his class... the one he chose first.  It never really took with the first kid.--- implying that one of the children at least thought his dreams (memories) were real, used to tell the story... maybe a dropout.

            It was just like any other 6 year olds' first day at first grade, vibrant imaginations only qualitatively matched by the awe striking colors and still lifes that remain in our memories long after we've started a family and watch our kids and kid's kids run up the stairs to the glass doors of the first days of the rest of their lives co-habitating with the system of things... until he showed up destroying every chance we had at a normal life.  A tall, gaunt looking man with a pale complexion mechanically approached the blackboard of our class shortly before nap time.  He was wearing a dark pinstriped suit, a dark fedora carrying a briefcase at his hand and a badge.  The teacher calmed down the moderately loud chatter of young spirit and introduced Mr._____ to the class, "everyone quiet down please, quiet down now."  The professional silently took note of which child was most fidgety after the command and addressed the class;  "hello children, how are you all today?"  the children replied with the whole sound of a first grade lesson, "goood"... The professional also took note that one child (the same) only mouthed shadows of the unified retort. 

           

*the fog of cigarette smoke filled the room.  sitting at a metal table with a desk light pointed at his face was the unique child, the first that Mr.____ took.  "Mrs. ..... Ya know I never could remember her name... damn."

            The suit had a disguised voice- "The teacher... can you even remember what she looked like?" - "No, now that you mention it... I cant."  faintly on another floor; the drowning smell of smoke and familiar sounds of a jazz club... *

           

The teacher, she started explaining, "in fact, from now on one of you will be going on a day long field trip starting now."  The one child raised his hand and as her trained reflex was to call on young Clive, Clive's untrained mind had a question, simple and blunt- "where is the field trip?"- the professional took the floor, "what do you all want  to be when you grow up?"

            dark and misty flash back is dissolving in smoke, "doctor" echoing "fireman" echoing "my daddies a veterinarian"... memory starts to get foggy, the last volume of the kids replies are getting quieter and quieter until the flash back is nothing but swirling smoke.

            All i can remember is on that first day of first grade the strange man chose me first.  Who knew that I'd be one of the last alive.  As i sat in that kind of cheap metal fold-out chair, hands tightly clad in cuffs behind me I wonder aloud, "how many have I killed?"  CUT TO Orange reflected off of the perfectly clean metal table from my coveralls in the camera feed of security footage. BACK What had to be double sided glass surrounded me I'd felt the burning singe of eyes on my skin like an ant under a magnifying glass, that burning isolated feeling... These guys were serious.  Across from me are two of the worst detectives I've ever had the displeasure of knowing... and I've met a one or two in my day.  These guys were a regular Sherlock Holmes and his finitely wise doctor...  feds brought in a while a go to lend a hand to the locals.  "Let's start with your career as a... local psych in the department"  I try to shrug off the question, "Well, That's pretty much it.  They were all pretty normal."  "let's focus on you Mr. Owens."... great.  I really have no idea what happened... just a swelling twinge of fear in my guts.  Still, i'm playing it off pretty lax through the sick feeling and cold sweat.  The entrance is behind me, only becoming aware of such a vital presence because of the tiny *Pew Pew* two equally sized blood red mist sprays and dead bodies suddenly filled the room,  instantaneously becoming aware of silenced pistol that just let off two perfectly placed headshots in the doorway.  I know that sudden change in humidity and wonder where the hell that came from... still trying to grasp why the intruder hadn't yet killed me. 

            "You're coming with me" a quiet but still carrying deep voice sounded directly at the back of my head.  He was kneeling as the jingle of chain links and low tug on my shoulders, meaning my hands would soon be free.  Barely able to shape the words I let out, "What the hell is going on?!" The intruder answers in a deep calm whisper, "I'll make sense of all this, just follow me.  I have to introduce you to someone who can shed some light on the situation.  For now do as i say."  I stand up and turn around slowly to confront my rescuer; a dark foggy outline of a person seen through slowly adjusting eyes... it's... "Mr. Abalaster?!" everything is back to being dark.  silence.  comfortable. 

            SLAP! 

            Pain, ears are ringing... the whole right side of my head is burning.  "NEVER say it again."