Or maybe that's just another airplane...
That's what it always was when we were kids, laying in the grass at night, looking up at the starry sky, hoping to see a UFO. We'd see something that looked promising, but it always turned out to be another fucking airplane.
Occasionally it was a satellite. That was exciting. And one time it was SkyLab, but we all knew that way ahead of time, and we were all expecting it. It was on the news all day, and we weren't disappointed. But most of the time it was just another airplane.
With the job situation as it is, I spend a good deal of time hoping to see a UFO -- or the economic equivalent, which would be our company landing a big job. Our industry lags the economy by a year or so, which means the crappy economy is just hitting us hard about now. So I've been working with the tools again, not as a boss. Haven't had to do that since 1987, but I seem to remember how it goes...
In any case, I keep looking and hoping for a UFO, and all I see is airplanes.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Happy Freaking New Year
So far 2010 has been pretty damned cold.
Nothing going on around here. New Year's Eve came and went pretty uneventfully. The kids went out and made it home safely. The wife and I went to a friend's house for an early party, then came home to watch the Blackhawks kick the collective shit out of New Jersey. Those Hawks are awesome to watch. We got tickets to see them play Detroit in March. Should be fun.
The party was very nice. The host, Rod, was pretty well lit by the time we arrived. He's a real outgoing dude with a booming voice and a more booming personality. He was making some wicked Cosmo's, and their effect on him was apparent. He was a busy bee, and the Cosmo's made him a most entertaining host.
We met the new superintendent of schools for Libertyville High School. He was nice, and so was his wife. He got me talking about flying small planes, so I was in my element. I couldn't shut up (insert your "Duh!" here...) and yapped for an hour or so. They wanted to hear all about the engine failure we had in my dad's plane a few years back, and I indulged his curiosity until I was hoarse. Then he and his wife wanted my opinion on just how the Hell did John John Kennedy screw the pooch... he looked out the window too long, then didn't believe his instruments when they told him he was rolling upside down. Rookie error -- and a fatal one, at that. Too bad -- that was a nice plane he wrecked.
The party broke up about nine, as it was a "starter" party. After the hockey game, we both fell asleep, but woke up just in time to ring in 12:15 a.m.! I hope that's not an omen about the year to come.
Played a Led Zeppelin tune right away -- Ten Years Gone, off the Physical Graffiti album. Thirty years ago, we played that tune to ring in 1980 at "the white house" I lived in with two of my buddies. It seemed poignant back then, so every year I play that tune, especially to ring in the new decades.
If you notice, the ads next to the blog changed since my last post -- at least one of them did. It's now about snowmobiles, so I'm pretty sure I was right, that Google looks for keywords and posts ads to match the subject matter. No luck on the naked Asian chicks, though.
But I'll keep checking, cause they seem to keep changing. Never give up hope. Naked Asian chicks. There -- I said it again.
Nothing going on around here. New Year's Eve came and went pretty uneventfully. The kids went out and made it home safely. The wife and I went to a friend's house for an early party, then came home to watch the Blackhawks kick the collective shit out of New Jersey. Those Hawks are awesome to watch. We got tickets to see them play Detroit in March. Should be fun.
The party was very nice. The host, Rod, was pretty well lit by the time we arrived. He's a real outgoing dude with a booming voice and a more booming personality. He was making some wicked Cosmo's, and their effect on him was apparent. He was a busy bee, and the Cosmo's made him a most entertaining host.
We met the new superintendent of schools for Libertyville High School. He was nice, and so was his wife. He got me talking about flying small planes, so I was in my element. I couldn't shut up (insert your "Duh!" here...) and yapped for an hour or so. They wanted to hear all about the engine failure we had in my dad's plane a few years back, and I indulged his curiosity until I was hoarse. Then he and his wife wanted my opinion on just how the Hell did John John Kennedy screw the pooch... he looked out the window too long, then didn't believe his instruments when they told him he was rolling upside down. Rookie error -- and a fatal one, at that. Too bad -- that was a nice plane he wrecked.
The party broke up about nine, as it was a "starter" party. After the hockey game, we both fell asleep, but woke up just in time to ring in 12:15 a.m.! I hope that's not an omen about the year to come.
Played a Led Zeppelin tune right away -- Ten Years Gone, off the Physical Graffiti album. Thirty years ago, we played that tune to ring in 1980 at "the white house" I lived in with two of my buddies. It seemed poignant back then, so every year I play that tune, especially to ring in the new decades.
If you notice, the ads next to the blog changed since my last post -- at least one of them did. It's now about snowmobiles, so I'm pretty sure I was right, that Google looks for keywords and posts ads to match the subject matter. No luck on the naked Asian chicks, though.
But I'll keep checking, cause they seem to keep changing. Never give up hope. Naked Asian chicks. There -- I said it again.
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