Some ways to handle dealing with the Crabby Old Fart at FK

[The Wizard of BC]

OMG!!! Now that brought back some memories.

0200, 3 days out of Subic and you can still smell the stench.
Flight ops in full swing and rotor wash combined with the heat of engine exhaust.
5 birds down hard and the CAG bellowing over the squawk box.
Grease and sweat making wrenches slippery.
The cranial helmet making hot spots and my flight suit riding up my crack.
Then strap a whirling monster on your butt and hope to God you can find that little speck of hard deck again in all that blackness.
You stand down at 0445 and know it will all start again in 2 hrs so you plop down on a blade box till some gob comes along and drawls "Hey Marine, you can't sleep there."
Then you arrive on station and that creepy-crawly feeling starts again and you know it won't stop for the next 6 months. And you repeat the mantra over and over, "Big sky, little bullet."

[emolas]

OMG!!! Now that brought back some memories.

0200, 3 days out of Subic and you can still smell the stench.
Flight ops in full swing and rotor wash combined with the heat of engine exhaust.
5 birds down hard and the CAG bellowing over the squawk box.
Grease and sweat making wrenches slippery.
The cranial helmet making hot spots and my flight suit riding up my crack.
Then strap a whirling monster on your butt and hope to God you can find that little speck of hard deck again in all that blackness.
You stand down at 0445 and know it will all start again in 2 hrs so you plop down on a blade box till some gob comes along and drawls "Hey Marine, you can't sleep there."
Then you arrive on station and that creepy-crawly feeling starts again and you know it won't stop for the next 6 months. And you repeat the mantra over and over, "Big sky, little bullet."

But then it all seems to disappear when you pull into Subic and you hear that familiar "LIBERTY CALL, LIBERTY CALL..." on the 1MC

[The Wizard of BC]

Oh you would not believe Subic today. They paved the streets of the slop chute in Po city. There are jet ski rentals in what used to be s**t creek. The mystery-meat-on-a-stick vendors have health certificates. The San Miguel is all the right kind. The jeepmes are Dodge SUV's.

They dissasembled the Cubi Pt. O club and it's now in the museum at Pensacola.

Mermite beach now has a 5 star hotel with a trained dolphin show.

The repple deppple is a pizza hut for crying out loud.

[emolas]

Sigh... so much history gone to big-business capitalism.

At least Pattaya Beach is still going strong from what I hear. I really need to make a trip out there as a civilian and see what it's like without shore patrol following you around disapprovingly.

[walkerk]

Sigh... so much history gone to big-business capitalism.

At least Pattaya Beach is still going strong from what I hear. I really need to make a trip out there as a civilian and see what it's like without shore patrol following you around disapprovingly.

Uh-oh. I sense big disappointment. Big-business capitalism is what Pattaya is all about now.

Back on topic: I'm reminded about the story of the fellow in marketing who went to visit the engineering department and there found two men shouting at each other, pulling reference text off shelves and gesticulating at the pages, then making diagrams on blackboards. Of course, being in marketing, he had no idea what they were talking about. When this had run its course and one of the engineers had left, he asked the other: "Good gracious, whatever were you two arguing about. To which the engineer replied: "Arguing? Arguing! Whatever gave you that idea? Why, we were just having an interesting conversation."

Don't expect engineers to be the same as normal people.

[The Wizard of BC]

In Engineering school they taught us that there are three types of creative people in the world. Artists, Scientists, & Engineers.

An Artist strives to portray the world in a way that will allow others to see it in the way he sees it.

A Scientist looks at the world, studies it, and tries to find a way to let you understand it.

An Engineer looks at the world and asks, "I wonder what would happen if I changed that one little thing."

The Artist and Scientist deal with the world as it exists. They try to create a perception or understanding of that which already is. It is the Engineer, and only the Engineer, who creates something new, something which has never been before. Engineers are the inventors of the world.

We are also often dyslexic, bi-polar, have one or more addictions, have trouble expressing ourselves verbally, seem to be able to understand algebra and geometry but can't handle simple arithmetic, and suffer from egos the size of Texas.

[Livingston]

A large number of years ago in another lifetime, I worked in the grain industry. We had interns there from North Dakota that were engineering students. One night we had a major breakdown and durning the course of that night one of the interns and I were sitting in our office taking a break. He commented on my western boots. Big mistake. I asked him if he knew the difference between western boots and engineer boots. Of course he didn't, other than the pointed toe. When I told him, he sat there for a moment and then got up and went back out to work. Oh yeah, the western boots have that brown stuff on the outside..:lol

[mudd]

We are also often dyslexic, bi-polar, have one or more addictions, have trouble expressing ourselves verbally, seem to be able to understand algebra and geometry but can't handle simple arithmetic, and suffer from egos the size of Texas.

You left out autism. I read somewhere that engineer types often have mild cases of autism. (At least, my Wife is convinced that I do. )

[The Wizard of BC]

Well, yes Autism is one of those traits that we do seem to share.
However, no one is positive of the definition of Autism. All the doctors seem to agree on is that autism is some form of disassociation with or inability to relate to the world.
My parents told me that I did not speak until I was four. And then I began to speak one day in full sentences. It seems I knew how to talk but perhaps had nothing to say.
I've always been perfectly happy totally alone. Almost like I can deal with myself and only seem to have trouble dealing with all the rest of you.
I understand things and machines. People however, they are a total mystery.
When I designed my kilts I only wanted to know how they were made. What gave the best swish, what causes them to fit correctly and what causes the flaws. I never thought someone would want to buy them.
Perhapas that's why I'm Garumphy sometimes. I'm scared to death that you will find out I'm a fraud. You won't like my kilts. Then for the rest of my life I'll end up saying "Do you want fries with that sir." or "Welcome to WalMart maam."

[mddock58]

7. With the # of people who call it a "Quilt", maybe you should make a kilt from a quilt and make EVERYONE right!

Now I don't know how I missed this thread...

Funny Rocky, If you remember my wife quilts, and we bought a scrap of the Warrior Tartan for her, but half the time I talk about kilts, I end up saying quilt, and talking about quilts, I say kilt!

Steve, you're not as bad as we perceive............wait a minute, that didn't come out quite right.........

Meeting the "3" *** (Steve, Robert, Rocky, and Barb) I have no problem with your comments or opinions here. I understand that some will always think you are pushing your own product, but that's why you make your product, to match the standards YOU set, both for the design, and construction of your kilts.