That sounds like it’ll be America’s Next Top Admission of Guilt.

I was actually in the final selection process to be a controller years ago, passed my exams and was accepted to school but after conferring with several controllers about it I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t for me. Its a hard life and it takes a certain type and as such the idea of squeezing more out of…

They’re billing it as a way to make flying more efficient. Its a classic bait and switch, though.

I’ve done Murph a couple times (no vest), and I think my best time ever was around 55 minutes. For comparison, I can run a mile in 5:30, two miles at 13:00 without feeling particularly winded, rock climb regularly at V4s pushing to V5s, and oh yeah, I played in the fucking NFL.

The accident is the fault of the dingus who decided to illegally pull out into the HOV lane across a solid line in front of clearly oncoming traffic (the biker), but good lord, don’t ride a motorcycle or drive a car at 80 MPH (watch his speedometer) in a lane next to traffic going about 20 MPH slower.

Think about your career. Do you love it? Is there someone who could ruin it for you, forever? Someone with the juice to destroy your prospects, anywhere? And do you have to work with them periodically, and defer to them?

I’m sad only because we won’t get to experience the joy of finding out he died ever again.

Meanwhile in America, 70 years old wannabe-King/despot pretends to know how to drive a big rig in front of as many cameras as possible.

That’s nothing, Prince Charles has actually been working as a night bus driver named Stan for 15 years.

A guy I went to college with faked his whole degree with his parents. We went to a big state school that offers several graduation ceremonies. He invited his parents out for the massive just stand up when your college is named and sit back down. He forged the degree.

Growing up, we had an Atari 2600, then jumped on the Nintendo bandwagon for a while (NES, SNES, Gameboy). My cousin jumped from Nintendo to Sega starting with the Genesis. I’ve been around almost since the beginning of the gaming console market, though there’s a lot I haven’t seen in person. Still, you see a lot about…

In 1978, President Carter’s EPA instituted a CAFE standard goal of 35 mpg by 1990. The big three, naturally bitched about it, but nevertheless started working towards it. Over the course of the 1980s, they downsized a lot of models, put turbo 4s in compact and midsize models, stuck truck diesels into full size…

Trump’s biggest gift to our country is the efficiency with which he has laid bare how much of our politics are about eating shit. People that “respect our institutions” and keep voting for rich assholes to represent them have been eating well-seasoned shit their entire lives. Trump took away all your spices.

I’ve been coal rolled a few times on my bicycle. Once at a major gravel race in Emporia, KS called the Dirty Kanza. Despite the event being one of he major draws to city during the year, pulling people from over 30 states and more than a few countries, someone felt the urge to tell us silly cyclist that CARS RULE!…

My ex wife’s dumb sociopathic cousin LOVED rolling coal in his Ram. He thought it was so f*cking funny to pull up next to some poor sap at a stoplight and permanently make their cloth interior smell of soot. Not to mention ruining their day, make them feel sick, and give them a memory to always be angry about. Guys…

I allow a tiny bit of my car to be seen in the side mirrors, which gives me a better visual reference. I also lean forward when looking at the mirrors, which gives me access to angles I can’t normally see. And I turn my head and look behind.

Car and Driver had a wonderful primer on how to rid yourself of toter Winkel. Your wife will thank you.

I retired from AT&T in 2010. I spent most of my career in the Telco in California, Pacific Telephone, later Pacific Bell.

So: despite it being a well-worn Hollywood trope, for me, the “Howie Scream” is synonymous with this game (it’s played every time you fall).