Yes, its bonus blog day today in Finland!

 

Something that made me laugh:

 

"Don't sweat the petty things. Don't pet the sweaty things."

 

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

 

Fin

Three things:

 

1. Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV: Volume 1. From Fear Through The Eyes Of Madness

2. I own it.

3. Thank you, Dennis!

 

Fin

 

P.S.

 

Josh, man, you're right - B.I.C.

 

I'm so done.

 

 

I've always given Portland a bad rap. Mainly because I didn't understand her. So this weekend Portland and I sat down and had a heart to heart.  Which was really convenient because I just so happened to be there for my cousin Brooke's wedding.  Anyway, despite the confusing, serpentine freeway structure and frustrating way one goes about procuring gas, Portland is beautiful. Here are some highlights:

I'm sure y'all are pretty familiar with my first Northwest Airlines fiasco.  If not, click on the July Archives and look for a post titled Baggage.  Moving right along... so I've got this short trip to Indianapolis for GenCon (Gross Enormous Nerd Convention).  I buy the ticket through NW because, well, thats where they fly.. and it was cheap.  To the airport, check in, through security, on the plane early. Wow things are going swimmingly. Is this where NW makes up for their prior faux pas? The flight attendants have walked down the aisle and closed the overhead bins and are just about to start the safety deal when the captain comes on the intercom:  "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain... yadda... yadda... blah... it seems our ANGLE OF ATTACK PROBE is malfunctioning...". Hey this sounds serious.  Captain Awesome instructs us to stay on the plane while they fix the probe and says that we'll be taking off shortly.  Now shortly to me, and I'm sure the rest of the flying community, means fifteen to thirty minutes.  Two and a half hours and three cups of coffee later we're finally backing away from the terminal.  I personally didn't care. My give-a-shit broke when I stepped foot in the airport.  But for the other saps with connecting flights in Indianapolis, I'm sorry.

 

But serously, thank God they found and fixed that.  I had no idea what an AOA probe was, but I've come to find that a faulty one could've caused serious problems.  Check it- Angle-of-Attack Nose Probe: The Angle-of-Attack (AOA) is an essential dimension since it measures the angle between the aircraft's vertical flight direction and the vertical wind direction. A too high AOA means that at a given speed the wings will fail to produce lift which will result in a loss of controllability and stability.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The annual trip to Enumclaw for the Scottish Highland Games was made last weekend.  Despite the attendence being down due to the incredible heat, clans Colquahoun and Farquharson were still represented by myself and Mr. Carter. Kilts and all. Incredibly there are no pictures.  But cabers were tossed, sheaves were thrown, beer was consumed and haggis was eaten... by guys who eat haggis.

 

Kate and Andy (sister and brother-in-law) were in town too. Friday night we went to Hooters on Lake Union and met up with about 15 of their other friends. It was a night of chicken wings and shenanigans. The next day Andy and I went trout fishing. He caught us a delicious bass. I caught sunburn. So in a way we all won. The night was rounded off with some killer BBQ ribs and salmon.

 

Okay well I'm not feeling exceptionally articulate tonight so... hasta.

 

Fin