Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
There I was at 30,000 feet
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
When it happens, I’ll be here to say I told you so.
I have questions.
Am I the only person in the world who worries about shit like this? Probably.
I made one of my periodic treks to Pima Air and Space Museum this morning, wanting to see if anything’s changed. The answer: not much.
A couple of recent stories in the news caught my eye and brought back memories.
The Air Force wants to train more new pilots and pump them out quicker. To achieve this goal, it’s making changes to its pilot training program.
The Afghan people could make a difference … if they wanted to. There comes a time to say fuck it and move on.