Behold the multi-talented wonder that is me! Not only can I re-attach Cessna engine cowlings, I can also shoehorn my entire body into the floor space between the pilot's seat and the rudder pedals of a 172 and get my hands and arms into the gap behind the rudder to bolt parts of the engine mount on. Granted, this unique talent is due mainly to the fact that I'm the only person at the airport who's short enough, skinny enough, and young enough to fit on the floor of the plane, and that I have really bony hands, but I still feel that it's an accomplishment. I still haven't figured out how I managed to get engine grease all over my face in the process, though.
I also managed to scrounge up the no-longer-online fics I'd been looking for for a while, after I gave up trying to bore myself to sleep with my mom's chick lit books and went on the internet. Step one: dig up author's old penname. Step two: find a website that still has a link to author's now-defunct site. Step three: find saved copies of site. All hail the wayback machine! I really should remember its existance more often.
I also managed to scrounge up the no-longer-online fics I'd been looking for for a while, after I gave up trying to bore myself to sleep with my mom's chick lit books and went on the internet. Step one: dig up author's old penname. Step two: find a website that still has a link to author's now-defunct site. Step three: find saved copies of site. All hail the wayback machine! I really should remember its existance more often.
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