Gettin caught up

Due to overwhelming reader request (okay, 2 readers) I've decided to man up and start posting regularly again. I'll catch ya up to date with where I'm at nowadays. Just wrapped up week 2 of API. That's aviation preflight indoctrination for you dirt monkeys. That's what we call you non-flyers. Actually I just made that up, I don't know what we call you cause I'm not really one of "we" yet. So, as you may have guessed, there's no flying involved in API; much to my chagrin. I've taken two tests so far, Basic Aerodynamics and Aviation Weather. 4 more to go and THEN I get into a cockpit. Learning this stuff is like (to use the oft-repeated expression) trying to drink through a firehose. I think the cumulative study time and mental effort I've put into this so far probably outstrips that of my senior year at school--my last senior year. Hey, I enjoyed school.

Monday is test 3. Basic Aerodynamics 2. Then Thursday is Engines. Friday is my one screw-off night of the week, and I fully intend to take advantage. I've been scheming up ways to act like an idiot all day, and the time now being 3:59...I guess, being in the military I'm supposed to say 155niner, but it's the Air Force. We tend to go full throttle...idle...full throttle...idle, and as you may have guessed, I'm rapidly approaching idle right now. Anyway, got way off course. The time now being 3:59, my idiot scheming is ramping up pretty good. I know, I'm sposed to say pretty well. It's a blog, sue me. =) I could go on for quite a lengthy while, but then I wouldn't have anything interesting to post tomorrow. 2 weeks til I get out of blues and into a sexy sexy green flight suit. More cool lingo for ya, we call em "bags". In conclusion, I'll repeat the punchline from a bumpersticker I saw in this store called Wings And Things.

The average pilot, despite his somewhat swaggering exterior is very much capable of such feelings as love, affection, intimacy and caring. These feelings just don't involve anyone else.

Okay, have you regained your composure from the copious amount of achingly side-splitting laughter you just experienced? Here's a few more in no particular order since they seem to be popping into my head. Not much of a conclusion, is this?

How do you know if you're sitting next to a pilot at the bar? Oh, don't worry...he'll tell you.

What's the difference between a pilot and God? God doesn't think he's a pilot. (Apologies if this comes across as blasphemous. Didn't strike me as such)