Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Jargon Fever




Pilot: This is chrome-plated stove-pipe triple-nickle eight ball, angels eight, five in the slot, boots on and laced, I wanna bounce and blow.

Tower: Roger, you've got the nod to hit the sod.


The translation goes something like this:

Pilot: This is silver jet, 5558 (callsign), height 8000ft, 5 miles inbound (to the runway), gear down and locked, request permission for a touch and go.

Tower: Roger, cleared for touch and go.


I love jargon. I'm the Jargon Master.


Nobody knows what I am talking about. You, there. That's who I mean.


I'm waiting for my designer to finish uploading the magazine to the printer.

I have worked 14 days straight. I feel dead.

Loving this song:
Straitjacket Feeli...


A lot, a *lot*.


Straitjacket Feeling - All-American Rejects

Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it's stacking up
Etched with marks, but I can deal
And you're the problem and you can't feel
Try this on, straitjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Take back now, my life you're stealing
Yesterday was hell

But Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be,
That face is tearing holes in me again

Trust you its just one defense
Off a list of others, you don't make sense
Beg me time and time again
to take you back now, but you can't win
Take back now, my life you're stealing
Yesterday was hell

But Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me,

but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you

And when that memory slips away
There will be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
and just the thought of you I fear
grip falls away
Yesterday was hell

But Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me,

but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you



I'm going to leave now. And I won't be back for a while.

I don't know where to go.

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