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I think I've spent most of this weekend on the phone--talking to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostcatholic, talking to Liz Lee, writing more "Gunslinger" with pixyofthestyx--since my parents were visiting Sarah at the Air Force academy and I didn't have to worry about tying up the phone lines.
I went to the Pax River air show this Sunday, and, since I had my Dad's VIP parking pass (it pays to have connections at Test Pilot School), got to experience the glory that is enlisted guys calling you "ma'am." And to see the Blue Angels, which is always fun. I've loved them since I was three, and used to sleep with a stuffed Blue Angel, back when they flew A-4s instead of F-18s. There were also four air force guys there with A-10 Warthogs, a team of T-6s from new York that did sky writing, and some old war birds (Yakolev 9s, mostly, owned by a couple of guys out at the air port who have way too much free time and money) who demonstrated dogfighting manouevers. They also had several of TPS's planes (the T-34, the Otter, an F-18 and the T-35, all resplendent in their screamingly loud orange and white paint jobs) out on static display, as well as both V-22s, which were being displayed to the public by Navy and Marine guys eager to explain how nobody's been killed in one in, like, five whole years, really, and they're going to be operational any day now. Actually, it's a shame they're not in the fleet already, since VTOL-capable planes that can carry two dozen people apiece would be damn useful in New Orleans.
I considered buyinglostcatholic a Blue Angels souvenir, or pixyofthestyx a MASH patch (or myself a set of dogtags, which I decided against because, as a civilian, I really haven't any right to wear them), but I gave all my spare cash to the Red Cross donation people instead.
Meanwhile, my sister talked my parents into seeing March of the Penguins with her out in C-Springs (her boyfriend won't go, because it would blow his macho military guy cred). She found the dead baby penguins so traumatising that she broke down in tears in the theatre. This from the same air force academy cadet who beat rabbits to death with a stick and ate them in survival school.
lostcatholic, talking to Liz Lee, writing more "Gunslinger" with pixyofthestyx--since my parents were visiting Sarah at the Air Force academy and I didn't have to worry about tying up the phone lines. I went to the Pax River air show this Sunday, and, since I had my Dad's VIP parking pass (it pays to have connections at Test Pilot School), got to experience the glory that is enlisted guys calling you "ma'am." And to see the Blue Angels, which is always fun. I've loved them since I was three, and used to sleep with a stuffed Blue Angel, back when they flew A-4s instead of F-18s. There were also four air force guys there with A-10 Warthogs, a team of T-6s from new York that did sky writing, and some old war birds (Yakolev 9s, mostly, owned by a couple of guys out at the air port who have way too much free time and money) who demonstrated dogfighting manouevers. They also had several of TPS's planes (the T-34, the Otter, an F-18 and the T-35, all resplendent in their screamingly loud orange and white paint jobs) out on static display, as well as both V-22s, which were being displayed to the public by Navy and Marine guys eager to explain how nobody's been killed in one in, like, five whole years, really, and they're going to be operational any day now. Actually, it's a shame they're not in the fleet already, since VTOL-capable planes that can carry two dozen people apiece would be damn useful in New Orleans.
I considered buying
lostcatholic a Blue Angels souvenir, or pixyofthestyx a MASH patch (or myself a set of dogtags, which I decided against because, as a civilian, I really haven't any right to wear them), but I gave all my spare cash to the Red Cross donation people instead.Meanwhile, my sister talked my parents into seeing March of the Penguins with her out in C-Springs (her boyfriend won't go, because it would blow his macho military guy cred). She found the dead baby penguins so traumatising that she broke down in tears in the theatre. This from the same air force academy cadet who beat rabbits to death with a stick and ate them in survival school.
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And I got to talk to a LIZZY! YAY!
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