I’ve been about ready to go all golden eagle on somebody for a couple of days now.
- My phone died.
- My Gmail is frozen. I cannot send from my account.
- I have 500 invitations and 1000 press releases to send out…today. And see above.
- My blogging course announcement went out and I’ve got phone messages and emails from people who’d like to register. And see above.
- I can’t write the press release until an author gets back to me with her bio, for which I’ve been waiting three weeks. At this point I’d be tempted to make shit up (she was raised by jackals on the African veldt…studied alchemy under Paracelsus at Tokyo Polytechnic) if indeed there existed the possibility I could send the emails in the first place, which there is not. See above.
On the bright side:
- a friend promised not to commit suicide for at least two weeks, and
- my father’s apparently haunting the CFB Borden Flying Club, so at least he’s having fun.
raincoaster 
Next time I need a bio I am coming to you. Say do you do obits too? I have been meaning to put one of those together in advance so it is really exciting.
Sure, sure. No worries. But you really WERE raised by jackals on the veldt, so it’s hard to come up with material.
Right now, I’m writing the obit for a couple of people…somehow I feel certain the time will come to use them. Soon, very soon.
Well now you are just being descriminatory. Jeesh.
Okay, okay. I’ll do a bio for ya. Just don’t blame me if you start getting weird emails from the Knights Templar asking for back dues or something.
Cool.
Hmmmm . . . What Would Raincoaster Write?
And while you’re dad’s in this, ask him if he’d ever heard the several variations of tales by RAF pilots trained in Canada who became dependent upon water towers and grain elevators emblazoned with town names for their navigation skills.
@Max: I have a funny obit you can use. Just delete the word “Raincoaster” and substitute the moniker of your choice …
FFE, In Canada it’s all IFR.
“I Follow Roads”.
FFE, you’ll need a ouija board to ask, but be my guest.
Ooops. But if you ever heard him snicker at the mention of “RAF,” he knew . . . .
RCAF. How old do you think he was???
I thought you said he was a former Mustang driver . . . . . you and I got to have a long talk about your country’s aviation heritage one day . . . . . .
Mustang MECHANIC. We bought everybody’s used airships. Seriously, the RCAF was flying Mosquitos until the late Seventies, maybe even Eighties. I remember him talking about them.
Only officers can fly planes. My father had to make do with flying Cessnas and Piper Cubs on the weekend.
“the RCAF was flying Mosquitos until the late Seventies . . .”
You say that like it was a bad thing.
Well the government would have sold us out to Boeing at any time if they could have afforded it.
My father had a glorious story about socializing with his first wife’s family, all of whom were military personnel with more metal on their chests than there is in any mine this world possesses. He was a private at the time, with a grade 6 education, and more than a little nervous. Some general asked him his opinion of the prime minister, Diefenbaker, and he went OFF on a huge rant about the Avro Arrow and the way we’d been sold down to the Americans like cattle being traded.
He was the hit of the party. After that, he was gold.
Damn near a third of the U.S.’s aerospace engineering worforce in the 60’s and 70’s was Canadian. Any wonder why?
Funny, that. Because damn near 30% of Canada’s workforce in the 60’s and 70’s were Americans, despite the fact that they were all offered guaranteed jobs in the US military-industrial complex.
The Marchioness de W etc
Your Grace
ADLERS RULE, YABASH
Ahh – silly me
and there was this Eagle thinking that Venison came pre-wRapped in plastic packages at la SuperMarche …..
…… but you do not explain how this Eagle contrived to cook the aforeseen Venison, with a suitable wine-influenced Gravy – this is an intellektuel conundrum, on which Mdm Metro might have views
Ahhh – now you might guess why this Eagle is too heavy to fly
Your Grace’s Gourmand servant etc
G E
My Dad flew Dakotas, towing and dropping Horsa gliders well into ’46 for the POW’s. (or should that be PsOW?) FFE – a site you might enjoy – http://www3.sympatico.ca/jimlynch/index.htm . Rainer – if your Jinks won’t leave, everything seems to be working here!
I look forward to going through that site.
Sehr geEhrte Lydia
I hope you will visit here oft
Sie haben ganz recht … es ist indeed Ps O W !!! Sergeants Major !!!
How can we persuade diese Nord-Amerikaner Englisch Korektlich zu SchPellen – Colour !!! Honour !!! Pallor !!!
I have the honour to remain your (& the illustrious her Grace la Marchionesse’s ) obedient servant etc
G E Eagle
Pallour? I think it works. I say we start a movement!
Also: deer sushi!
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Brilliant Bloody Video!
Sorry about all the crap you’re dealing with.
Thanks, I appreciate the support. Welcome back!