If you don't get it, thats okay; if you do get it, that's not okay

So, it's not my best work, but I find it mildly amusing. For those who don't get it, you probably have never worked in the airline industry, especially the regional side of things. To add a little detail on this, the individual there is a ground handler working for a regional carrier, and has failed to stop his plain on time, and it has run him over. You are probably saying, that is utterly ridiculous, I can't imagine that ever happening. Well, neither can I, but I once witnessed something damn close.

It was early evening, that moment when the sun has just sunk low enough that the air is starting to cool and the lights are coming on. The day was slowing down and we were waiting on the last plane of the night, a Bombardier CRJ200. The plane rolled down the alleyway and as my coworker began to marshall in the plane he became overly fixated on the nose gear (which happens often) unfortunately he was dangerousy fixated and didn't shift his focus until it was too late, and took the nosecone right to the face.

Fortunately he got off the dangerous ramp and is now flying those very planes that brutalized him!

One of the Phrases I Hate

There are a lot of phrases out there that people like to casually throw around without much thought as to how staggering their implication is. There are a lot of these phrases that push my buttons, one in particular though, stands above the rest. What is this phrase you might ask?

"Person X Raped (or is raping) my childhood"

This old saw gets bandied about whenever a modern retelling of any classic childhood story is attempted. It doesn't matter if the revisioning is good, bad, or hasn't come out yet, somebody somewhere feels that somebody whose name is attached to the project is "Raping their childhood". First off, let me say this in no uncertain terms, NO, nobody is raping your childhood. Before this new project has been started, and long after this project has completed your childhood will remain exactly the same as it has always been. I mean, come on, have you even been raped before? Have you seen a landscape that has been, figuratively speaking, raped? Lets just assume for a moment that you understand the deep psychological scars and often nightmarish life changing trauma associated with such a morally despicable event; then we have to ask: If you walked away from Transformers with such deep reaching psychological scars should you really be allowed out onto the streets? I mean the world is filled with far more tragic and disturbing events than GI Joe being turned into an international anti-terrorist organization to draw a larger crowd in a steadily globalizing world market. How pretentious and self absorbed are you to insult every person who has ever been raped by trivializing their hardships by comparing it favorably to George Lucas making the force powered by microorganisms in a movie prequel to a series of already questionable quality?

I can really only see one solution to this problem. First step is to somehow build or purchase a time machine, step two is to recruit an elite team of pedophiles to send back in time and rape the childhood of every person who has ever used that horrific saying. Then, when they seek out entertainment on the nights they aren't in their group therapy sessions they won't feel so traumatized by the fact that Hollywood has given their cherished childhood cartoonshow a new and modern look.

This is Stupid

So..... yah. Why do people blog? I don't really know, out of some desperate search for self validation perhaps? I don't know, but it ulitmately raises the question of why I am blogging. I know it makes me look like an idiot of some variety, but I don't know. I probably won't even update it ever, heck, the fact that I have banged out a pseudoparagraph to kick things off is incredibly impressive.

So, assuming this whole blogging scene holds my interest, perhaps you would like to join me on a wondress journey of bad grammer, worse spelling, and inevitable depravity?

Or not?