California Dreaming

Posted by lex, on October 28, 2008

You can’t make this stuff up:

(On) concerns that Democrats might control both the White House and Congress she said the following:

“Elect us, hold us accountable, and make a judgment and then go from there. But I do tell you that if the Democrats win, and have substantial majorities, Congress of the United States will be more bipartisan,” said Pelosi.

That word, “bipartisan”. You keep using it.

I do not think it means what you think it means.

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Nanny state

Posted by lex, on July 10, 2008

Teenage kids push away from Grand Theft Auto games and create a Wiffle ball diamond on what had been, well: Poison ivy.**

After three weeks of clearing brush and poison ivy, scrounging up plywood and green paint, digging holes and pouring concrete, Vincent, Justin and about a dozen friends did manage to build it — a tree-shaded Wiffle ball version of Fenway Park complete with a 12-foot-tall green monster in center field, American flag by the left-field foul pole and colorful signs for Taco Bell Frutista Freezes.

Greenwich neighbors react in dismay, no doubt believing that anything not compulsory ought to be forbidden. Lawyers are summoned.

Beer

Posted by Lex, on September 25, 2009

It’s good for you.

Mostly.

Moderation in all things.

Speaking of which, it’s the 250th anniversary of the nectar of the gods.

So: Celebrations all the way around!

 

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The Distress of the Eloi

By lex, on October 6th, 2011

H.G. Wells wrote of a Victorian gentleman visiting the far and distant future, one in which society had devolved into two separate species, the Morlocks – who live and labor under the earth, keeping the world’s machinery and infrastructure intact, and the Eloi, a “child-like, frail group, living a banal life of ease on the surface of the earth..” who, “(having) solved all problems that required strength, intelligence, or virtue, have slowly become dissolute and naive. They are… smaller than modern humans, having shoulder-length curly hair, chins that ran to a point, large eyes, small ears, and small mouths with bright red thin lips. They are of sub-human intelligence, though apparently intelligent enough to speak, and they have a primitive language. They do not perform much work…”

No, they do not perform much work, because they apparently teach school children in San Francisco (which is good work while it lasts):

Trusting The Public

H/T to one of the Lexicans who posted this to the F/B page.

“It is a cautionary tale of well meaning, engagement-seeking bureaucracy and a cheeky public and it could see a very expensive new research ship given the most ridiculous name ever.” 

As a few told me, “Can you imagine being a crew member calling the harbormaster with your ship’s name?”

Personally, I favor the RRS It’s bloody cold here. 

Reminds me of this post of Lex’s on callsigns.

 

Blogging Centurion

No, not this one:

Or even this one:

In my mind it’s somewhat more analogous to this:

Centurion patch.

At least I’d like to think so.

100 traps aboard the boat is a career milestone in NAVAIR. Patches are handed out to commemorate every 100 landings. Given that traps (landings for you non-aviator-ish people) are the most demanding task in all of aviation this is by no means a small feat. It’s not unusual for pilots and crews to log hundreds and even 1,000 (I do recall seeing a 2,000 somewheres) traps over a career. Case in point. Maybe 1,00 isn’t so common anymore is post-cold war NAVAIR but still.

Here’s the trap from the jet.

Here’s the trap from the “not so” cheap seats…who wants to play PLAT LSO? 🙂

I’m getting to the point…

I noticed a few days ago that I reached the 100 post here. Since I missed my “blogo-versary” I’d figured I take this time to first thank xbradtc for handing me a set of keys (and now I’m posting there too!). I didn’t think I do THIS much blogging but still. My goal was to write about things I’ve always wanted to see posts on so…here I am.

My co-bloggers here are freaking awesome people with a wealth of knowledge, experience, and blogging talent. I’m blessed to be a part of this group.

Finally, I’d like to thank all the readers and commenter. Hell, I’m just a pilot dude with attitude (pun kinda,kinda not intended), a brain and a computer hoping to contribute something to the conversation. All of you readers and commenter keep me motivated to keep putting out content.

Another thing I’d like to mention. The commenters here have SO much expertise on things I just usually read about. That’s been the biggest reward for me is to talk to you all that have the proverbial “t-shirt to prove it.” I’m honored and humbled that you take the time to read and/or comment.

So here’s to all of you and the Blogfather of course:

…for strength.

and hopefully 100 more:

Thank you all again so much.t

I Encompass and I Eclipse

Color me goofy, but this still has me laughing.

A Bit O’ Silliness

A PROCLAMATION THROUGHOUT THE LAND

Let it be known that: As it is my wont to frequent these environs and that I do post herein most frequently, that I do hereby and forthwith…

Volunteer to ensure that any information and/or witty repartee contained upon the Neptunus Lex Facebook page which is of interest to all and sundry who call themselves Lexicans (or Lexians if ye so prefer it) shall be posted on this here blog known as “The Lexicans”.

This is meant to succor and delight those amongst the Lexican/Lexian tribe who wouldn’t deign to do the “Facebook thang” (as it be known amongst them and others of that ilk), under any circumstances various and divers that may exist.

Let it also be known that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion. I shall endeavor (or endeavour, should ye so prefer) to perform said duty with consistency, alacrity and accuracy until such time as I should depart this vale of tears or become so senile as to forget or otherwise neglect these, my sacred duties, perish the thought. Knock on wood (so sayeth the Sarge while tapping knuckles upon noggin.)

Said by me, the Old AF Sarge, on this 18th day of December, in the Year of Our Lord Two-Thousand and Twelve.

So let it be written, so let it be done!