and anyone else who happens to be nearby and want to meet theboz, janra and me.

proposition inside... [editor's note, by MostlyHarmless] now starting at ~7pm

A few pics of L'ilFlightTest and nstenz's wedding. 

They did an awesome job, anything that looks bad in these is entirely my fault. They pulled the whole thing off like the kick-ass couple they are.

This is Boundary Bay ATIS information Delta.
Weather at zero two four zero Zulu:
Winds are two six zero at five to ten. CaV OK.
Altimeter is two nine eight nine.
Active runway is two five. Takeoffs are runway two five, landings runway two five and three zero. Land and hold short operations are in effect for runway three zero, three three zero zero feet are available. Outer tower is in operation, aircraft entering or transiting the Boundary Bay control zone are asked to contact the outer tower on one two seven decimal six.
This is Boundary Bay information Delta

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"Bay Ground this is Cessna one five two Golf Quebec Sierra Sierra on the west apron. Request taxi instructions for circuits, with information delta"

"Cessna Golf Quebec Sierra Sierra, this is Bay Ground. Altimeter is two nine eight five, taxi to runway two five via Charlie. Squawk two four seven zero."

"two four seven zero, thanks. Golf Quebec Sierra Sierra."

"Ewww, it's warm! I didn't want it to be warm!"

Amongst the pieces of paperwork you have to file to become a pilot is one from a Doctor saying "Yes, I don't believe this person suffers from any serious medical problems". Today I had my appointment to obtain said paper work.

What I hadn't expected, but in hindsight it's obvious, was that the first thing I was expected to do was provide a "sample".

So, after some poking around, and getting a recommendation or two, we settled on giving these folks a whirl. I booked a "Fam" flight for janra and I for this morning at 11am, and showed up to meet a friendly, smiling instructor by the name of Jeff. He led us to a briefing room, and gave us a run-down on what we were going to be doing today.

To both our surprise, it included doing the actual take-off and landing!

I repeat: Attention FlightTest and webwench infidels

also, cooking, work, other dreck.

Thou shalt see this, as I can't fly to Toronto to see it myself.

Why? Because Tom Lehrer is the most brilliant satirist of the modern era, and while he hasn't written anything since the 60s his work is still stunningly accurate. ("Send in the Marines" comes to mind much too frequently these days)

Plus, you may get clues as to where Joh3n gets his nickname from.

Go. See it. Now!

That is all.

Why is it that when I'm busy doing chores, washing the dishes, cleaning the kitchen, sweeping the floors, etc. I can think  up the most interesting, intelligent and stimulating diaries, but when I actually sit down at the keyboard, I draw a complete blank on what to write?

This occurs even if I sit down immediately after finishing said chores. It's like my mind mimics what's in front of me, if I'm busy and active, it's busy and active; if I have a blank page in front of me, it follows suit.

Inside: Surround Sound System bay-bie! Also, work is going well, but really, it's mostly bragging about new toys.

Not inside: ostentatious opining on the overall outlook in Ottawa. Olé!

I'm on your side of the continent this week, and will be in your general areas.

Drinks?

(Pacific Northwest infidels may want to read as well)

It's 1:45 am, and I really aught to be fast asleep by now, but the insomniac in me persuaded me to write a quick diary about the fair amount of stuff that's happened since my last real non-HuSiStock diary.

Contains:
Dad update - how he's doing
Wife update - what she's doing
Apartment update - Gigantic mountains of debt, here we come!
Work update - I got sick of coding, so I stopped doing it