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  • I had a clearance delivery controller do this to me:

    “Cessna 123AB, cleared to Somewhereton Regional as filed, Runway 5 MUNCH departure, climb and maintain 5,000 feet, expect 9,000 feet in 10 minutes, contact Exampleville departure 122.9, squawk hubbajubba.”

    “Exampleville clearance, Cessna 3AB, could you repeat the squawk code?”

    “Cessna 123AB, cleared to Somewhereton Regional as filed, Runway 5 MUNCH departure, climb and maintain 5,000 feet, expect 9,000 feet in 10 minutes, contact Exampleville departure 122.9, squawk hubbajubba.”

    “Exampleville clearance, 3AB, I still didn’t catch the squawk code. REPEAT THE SQUAWK CODE.”

    “Cessna 123AB, cleared to Somewhereton Regional as filed, Runway 5 MUNCH departure, climb and maintain 5,000 feet, expect 9,000 feet in 10 minutes, contact Exampleville departure 122.9, squawk hubbajubba.”

    “Exampleville clearance, 3AB, cleared to somewhereton as filed, MUCH departure, maintain 5,000 feet expect 9,000 in one zero minutes, call departure on 122.9, squawk 4422?”

    “3AB, readback correct, call ground point niner.”

    … 😤









  • In an instant, Elmo realized he wasn’t seeing the angel fall, the angel was quite stationary. He was seeing his own rapid ascent. He realized far too late that it wasn’t the halo holding the angel up, but the angel holding the halo down.

    The mortal cosmos blurred to a speck below his feet as Elmo contemplated his grip on the glowing golden disc. “Should Elmo let go”? he wondered aloud as starlight faded from memory. He knew he was being borne aloft, but couldn’t tell by what. The holy ring still clutched in his fingers applied no apparent force to his body in any direction, and in fact felt fixed in place like reality’s own anchor. At once it was searing cold and freezing hot. Time raced ahead as the light receded behind.

    As the countless brief eternities blurred past, Elmo’s existence faded to angelic incandescence only interrupted by the impudence of a red shag wrist. Once he tried to look away, but found no other direction in which to gaze. There was nothing else for him. Only the interrupted golden light.








  • Guinea pigs are manmade creatures, they’re bred from South American cavies. I saw someone once frame this exact thought as “Lions aren’t brave, they’re giant predators with powerful muscles, sharp claws and fierce teeth. Guinea pigs are brave, a guinea pig is a 2 pound meat potato with no offensive capabilities that will scream at a human if his lettuce is too wilty.”

    And a “meat potato” is almost precisely what they are, they’re initially raised for food.




  • This is probably going to be unpopular on Lemmy, The Nuanceless Platform, but IF the data collection is confined to what they show me here, I’m okay. Because I bought some solder, a pair of calipers, and some computer parts from Amazon, they think I “build electronics.” Amazon has a reason to know this about me as a customer, especially if I can see and even manually delete/change it. As humorous as it may be that they apparently think a customer has a flat ass, that’s relevant information if you buy clothing from them, they’ll steer you away from the bubble butt shorts that you’ll almost certainly return.

    The problem is when they want to start installing apps on my phone, new devices in my house, with microphones and radars that are always collecting data about what I do, what I say, where I am. THAT’S the part we need to be dismembering executives over.