As the Propeller Turns – Stuff Gets Real Edition

I’m in the last week of my penultimate quarter of airplane mechanic school. Fun times. Here’s a sampling of occurrences since last week:

Apparently I upset my classmate, Young Guy Who Acts Like a Crabby Old Guy, with this post. He bypassed my objections to his ragey outbursts and went straight to accusing me of accusing him of being the sort to make planes crash. Didn’t say that – I said we are ALL the sort who can make planes crash. We’re human. The post was titled “Human Factors Edition” not “YGWALACOG Factors Edition.”

But, anyway, I offered him the chance to post a rebuttal, but so far all he has said is something about not wanting to post on my “two-bit, fly by night blog,” and, “Zeus does not come down from his mountain every time a shepherd shakes his fist at the sky.”

I offer the above without comment. On an unrelated note, here is a meme:

The latest news from the great “YGWALACOG Skirmish” is that Angry (though less angry, lately) Republican says he HAS written a rebuttal, but I haven’t seen it yet. He’s shown it to the rest of the class, but so far he won’t show it to me – not sure if that’s because it doesn’t meet journalistic standards or if it’s because he wants to continue to polish it.

He did share with me that it includes an expose on the (in)frequency of my car washing and my tendency to get honky at drivers who block both lanes at the school entrance (during the critical 06:55 to 07:00 window) because they insist on taking the speed bumps on the diagonal.

This is all very entertaining, and, assuming the rebuttal is not just a long list of obscenities, I will be happy to publish it, probably next week because he didn’t make press time this week. So, stay tuned! Next week’s post will almost surely be a fun read.

Meanwhile Man-Child finally managed to gross me out without committing an expellable offense. I don’t want to ruin anyone’s breakfast, lunch, or dinner, so I’ll just say it involved a booger the size of Texas and the color of … oh, never mind, I’m starting to get queasy again just thinking about it. Man-Child is very pleased with himself, and as much as I am sad that I won’t have an easy stomach for the rest of the week, I have to give credit where credit is due.

So, yeah, this is my life right now. In other news, I learned about testicle powder and was treated to the sight of some intense inside-the-underwear-scratching yesterday (wanna guess who it was?), plus I found out that there are more uses for a borescope than just looking inside engines, though fortunately I didn’t have to see any of the other uses demonstrated.

I like to extract life lessons from my experiences, but I’m at a loss on what lessons to extract from this experience – takes all kinds to make a world, maybe? Or maybe, I can survive anything?