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Say WHAT?!

One of the most frequent annoyances from my professional life that has bled into my personal life is the misuse of the Phonetic Alphabet. You know, "Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, etc." All aviation radio communications are clarified by using this mix of specific words that were introduced before WWII. As with anything, it has gone through several transitions since its inception, but I think the final version in use today was officially adopted internationally in the 60's. That's somewhere in the vicinity of 50 years, so really - why can't people get it right? Especially those who spend their professional lives communicating either on the phone or by some type of radio transmissions - folks, seriously? If you spend 8 hours a day (or even 4 for that matter) taking retail orders on the phone, you have got to stop clarifying my order "B as in Boy, G as in George, F as in Frank" - I have no idea who Frank and George are, but they have nothing to do with my new boots, so why are we talking about them?
Read back my order number appropriately, "Your order number is 5 3 BRAVO GOLF 7 FOXTROT" and I'll not only be pleased as punch, but I'll stop doubting your ability to actually enter my order correctly and treating you like an idiot. When you start talking about Frank and George, it's no wonder I get a size 11 boot in the mail.
If you're in aviation - don't embarrass yourself by trying to be clear on frequency if you haven't mastered the phonetic alphabet yet. I know they snicker at you, but it's really not so funny. Try and pay attention to the taxiway names (there's a hint there) on your trips. I won't even entertain the thought of ANY certificated airman with dispatch certification not eating, sleeping, and breathing in this manner of speaking.
In all seriousness, if you need to brush up, Wikipedia has the chart. Print it out and put it in your log books, add it to your cheat sheets, tuck it in your Jepps, do whatever you need to do so it becomes second nature. Please. For me. I'll be a much nicer person for it.

Testing 1-2-3

I'm watching the Redskins right now and catching up on the week's news. It's not sacrilege at this point in the season to HAVE to do something else while the game is on to keep me entertained. The 'skins sure aren't filling that order lately. I've watched Jason Campbell get sacked 5 times already. I guess the defense decided not to show up today. Again. But! I've finished my homework, found great food porn, and have read enough news to remember why I don't make that a regular habit.
I've begun playing with my blog settings, too. I found how to send SMS messages to my blog in tweet-like fashion, and I set up email-to-blog finally. I had been wanting to do that for some time, never thinking of it until I was in the situation when it would've been nice to have it, of course. Given the sad state of this football game, I have the perfect opportunity to configure the settings and give it a go. And there you have it - my first post from my phone.

Draggin' Ass - A Pet Name?

There is this group of bicyclists, you see. They have ridden many of the charity events I support; they on their bicycles, me on my motorcycle. This group - this eclectic collection of cleverly witted intelligence - has aptly named themselves "Team JackAss". There seem to be more of them now than ever before, growing exponentially as one screw up leads to another burst of laughter and another name is born. Smart Ass, Ass Wipe, Wise Ass (my better half), Slow Ass, and even THE Rear Admiral. Many of these names were derived from performance related chicanery during events. Still others are from ephiphany-triggered "AHA!" moments over Black Magics ;o) I, as a mere member of moto and not of the real cyclist ilk, am an honorary member. My name is Draggin' Ass.
Now I'd like to say there are times when it's spelled DRAGON ASS!! Envision a firey show of strength and menace.. Grrrr!!!
..I'd like to say it..
But really, it's because I'm physically exhausted just about all of the time these days. I'm getting older. My grandmother passed away this weekend. She was 88? 89? I wonder if I'll make it that far. I'm on blood pressure medication now - my heart rate wakes me up at night. It's a strange sensation. I have been working nonstop these last few weeks, and when I'm not on travel I'm sitting at my computer working from home. I'm exhausted by the end of every day. And I'm barely moving. My ass is dragging for real...
It's getting old, this getting old thing.

Who Moved My Weekend?

 Anybody know where the weekend went?
Damn.
It was beautiful  outside my window today. It felt great seeing the sunshine and smelling the fresh air as it gently rolled in through one window and out through another. As I sat in my corner. Working. Again.
As much as I'd like to complain and whine about how unfair it was that my motorcycle sat right outside that window, with its cover on all day in that awesome sunshine, I can't. It's my work. It's gotta get done. I've got to do it. Sacrifice a few weekends for the opportunity to change a perspective. Change a mindset. Change a culture. It can be done and I can do it. I and a few like-minded others. Aviation is a crazy industry, but story-telling is an unscrupulous art form that can make or break your point. One can drive home the winning run, or wait endlessly for the humiliation to end. I prefer being in the driver's seat. So I'll sit on my side of the window and do my thing, hoping for a break in the grind in the near future when I can get up, go out, and take the cover off the Wildebeast again. She's patient. So patient. Way more patient than I am.
Damn.
Anybody know where the weekend went?

..and we're IN

Wow - that was easy.. I mean everything, too. The initial account set up, the blog creation, the import to my site, the whole enchilada. I can't believe I waited so long to give up the ridiculous battle with ASP and just accept the simplicity of Blogger.
Awesome.
Now all I've gotta do is write stuff.
Right.

Sometimes I'd much rather play with the code ;)
Let me know if you encounter any hiccups...

Transition

Well, I quit.
I gave ASP.NET a try, and I've decided I've had enough of the instability. My old blog had been down more than it was up on Blog Engine. Given that I'm writing this at 2:15am, it's easy to understand that when I actually find the time to write, I need the stuff to work!! Insomnia helps, but that's another entry for another time...
So those of you who find this before I import it onto my site (clever, you are), hang in there with me while I move through the transition to Blogger. It appears to be much more flexible and straight-forward, and that's exactly what I need nowadays.