Shakespeare forever!..
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So true...

"If that the Earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile..."
:)))

Стервоточинка

http://sat.collegeboard.org/pr ...
14/05/2012 [20:36:28]
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Are you taking them?..)))

Just for fun, Mila. We practice and compete in our family)))))

We live in the future: some of the gadgets already exist.
http://www.youtube.com/watch_p ...

http://www.cnn.com/2012/05/16/ ...

A rare event coming - a ring of fire or solar eclipse

Bonus: :-)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v ...

Arabian show horse rescued after swimming three miles into the ocean

http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_n ...


Лошади умеют плавать.
Но - нехорошо. Недалеко.
«Глория» по-русски значит «Слава», -
Это вам запомнится легко.
(Борис Слуцкий)

Horses are intelligent and shy animals...)))

We are having the coldest May over 300 years!! Congratulations..shivering from cold...(((

Mila, a good horse could always warm you up:
http://www.scotchwhisky.net/bl ...

Shiver me timbers!))))

Авторское название " Несбитый Боинг".
"Боинг" не причем.Оказалось, что это был Falkon
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It Doesn't Take A Genius...
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Location:
An airfield in one of the USSR's Central Asian republics, call sign "Omar". Subtropics...
Participants:
Lieutenant Colonel K, Operations Duty Officer, SHC CP (Separate Helicopter Regiment Command Post).
Your humble servant Senior Lieutenant M, Duty Officer, Separate Helicopter Regiment.
Captain B, SHR CP Officer.
Duty Officer, Air Force CP (out there in the Capital).
A Strizh interceptor pair: 0-1 (lead), 0-2 (wingman).
A Senior Lieutenant, Duty Officer, AD CP (Air Defense Command Post).
Other people, all witnesses of events described hereafter: Duty Meteorologist, Communications Duty Officer, Landing Officer, Air Controllers, numerous technical personnel.
Time:.
...ber 198... Or 136..., by the Muslim calendar.
Events:
A loud knock on the plastic partition separating the SHC and AD CPs breaks the monotony of a routine shift. What a shame!
Nothing promised either a "war" situation nor any surprises from the brass or the "neighbors". There were only a pair of "bees" escorting a convoy plus a pair of air recon "bumble-bees" in the air.
The frantically gesticulating Senior Lieutenant, AD CP duty officer, draws our attention to the PPI (Plan-Position Indicator) display glowing in the dark. There, approaching the border between the two unequal parts of the locator panel, a fat dot is moving towards the Durand line. In three or four minutes the dot is going to cross the conditional line and move on, about 30 kilometers to the north of our place.
It's heading right for the capital.
The Senior Lieutenant raises his palms, showing us seven fingers, then eight. That's the maximum amount of information he can provide. The potential intruder is flying at 7000 meters and 800 km/h.
Using a secure communications net, we immediately inform the capital of the incident.
The Air Force CP duty officer reacts by the book. Just as the intruder crosses the Durand line, a blurred spot appears in the center of the IPP display- it's an interceptor pair, our standby air section. 0-1, the lead, and 0-2, the wingman.
Well, the situation is getting clearer. We have a real target and two real interceptors in the air now. However, I'm getting nervous, because Lieutenant Colonel K, Operations Duty Officer, SHC CP, keeps silent and Captain B, the CP SHR Officer, is being too fussy...
Senior Lieutenant M, Duty Officer, Separate Helicopter Regiment, shall follow orders of the Operations Duty Officer, SHC CP, or his regiment CO only. The latter is unavailable now, and the former is silent as the grave. I know what to do, but I'm not allowed to, and they are the other way around or the devil knows what.
The Strizhs report "On station". I assume command. Hell, that's all I need now. I mean, my responsibility is in my right hand and on my index finger. Meanwhile, the Operations Duty Officer, SHC CP, keeps silent smoking my cigarettes. Chain-smoking my cigarettes. For some reason, this maddens me more than anything else (he earns three times as much as I do!).
Finally, a report comes from the interceptors: "Omar, I'm 0-1, On target."
This means that a steady bright dot, the intruder, is in the interceptor's radar sight.
A decision shall be made. But what exactly shall I decide?
I feel somebody tugging at my sleeve. It's the SHR CP Officer, he's decided to take the initiative leaving it to me to pay for the consequences. "Give him the order! The intruder is heading for the capital, see? They have reported On target, it's time to down the plane. Give him the order, what are you waiting for? The target is a real one."
I wheel around and, in utter amazement, look B right in the eye. What I see there is an ocean of stupidity, impudence, incompetence...
"Shoot it down! What are you waiting for?" - it's B again...
0-1 reports: "Omar, firing range, decision-making..."
This report implies a question as to what he should do next. It's a time trouble situation, we are talking seconds now!
The moment of truth has come.
If I give the order... I dread to think what happens next.
If I don't give the order-the Strizhs will close in on the target, visually identify it, inform us, and will either escort it or follow an order that won't be mine.
There are only seconds of travel left between the interceptors and the target dots. Another tug at my sleeve, more fussing behind my back: "Come on, come on now, what are you waiting for?" I don't turn around, I know that I'm not going to shoot the target down, and I extend my hand with the microphone to him: "Here, shoot, you wise guy."
The dots on the panel have merged into a big fat blot. A sweep of the radar, another... I hear a deep breath of terror behind, whereas I exhale with joyful relief. The blot is still there, and this means that there has been no explosion, it's just that the three dots have merged-the two interceptors and the target. There still are some dozens of meters between the planes!
"Civilian".
It's... it's 0-1, he's identified the aircraft. I hear a huge rebuke in this single word, as if he's just said that we shouldn't have frayed combat pilots' nerves, shouldn't have put them into a forward attacking position; he also says that we don't play war games here, we fight for real.
Turning around, I see Lieutenant Colonel K's ashen face, he's chewing on the filter of yet another cigarette from my pack. Poor bastard, it seems he's understood something. It was very nice of him to have kept silent and not have meddled.
As for Captain B, the CP Officer, that day I never saw him again. He just disappeared!
The ringing of the secure phone brought me back to earth. I picked up the receiver and heard the gurgling voice of the Air Force CP Duty Officer.
"Get the interceptor pair home. All clear."
"Colonel... 0-1 has reported it's a civilian. I'm getting 0-1's pair home. What kind of civilian is that one?"
"It's just that our goof-offs failed to enter the request into the log when effecting relief. They simply forgot about it. The plane's a Boeing, it's bringing a UN team to us."
...! Just a minute ago that Boeing could have disintegrated as spectacularly as that South Korean one.
Oh my head! Oh my little index finger! All right... One can say now that luckily they were mine. But what if they had been Captain B's, my boss's?
It wasn't the Politbureau, nor was it the General Secretary of the Communist Party, not even the Minister of Defense who were holding the fates of dozens of people in their hands-it was a Captain and a Senior Lieutenant who were. And it wasn't just the fate of that group of people that was at stake!
Many years later I started pondering over the question: "What was the 0-1 thinking when he reported: "Firing range. Decision-making"?
And some more questions: what if the plane hadn't been a Boeing? What if there had been a UNICEF team onboard, not the UN's? What if that plane had been just a regular passenger flight? But the plane was there! Why then nobody cares to know?

Тест на знание языка и авиа переводчика гражданского.

Well, this filter realy pisses me off...
Kollega, is that yours? Congratulations, your English is pretty good.

One little note: senior lieutenant sounds funny, but I would replace it with 1st lieutenant.

Speaking of the story - holy crap, they have a _pair_ airborne and in range, not just a single fighter like Osipovich. One can stay in a shooting range, ready to open fire any time - and another one may get closer for the visual inspection. It\'s a standard operating procedure in USAF and US Navy.

2 Snafu...senior lieutenant and avtor on Russuin - yes, Y am. But my English is over.
УВЫ :-(((

Snafu | забанить

Mila, a good horse could always warm you up:
http://www.scotchwhisky.net/bl ...
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Many thanks, Snafu and "Margo" to accompany...;-)

Hello to all!
A short report on just one beautiful day :-) Sailed this weekend..))
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v ...

Your next Honda?
http://hondajet.honda.com/

Seems like a perfect weekend, Mila)))

Yes,thanks, it WAS ...short but nice...))))

Are we there yet?!

Where would you like us to be...precisely?!))))

Where would you like us to be...precisely?!))))
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Well, a couple of pages ago you posted some pictures of a classis English-style pub. I would not mind to meet there some time in the future. But we need a designated driver, and it's not me :)

But we need a designated driver, and it's not me :)
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What about a very-well trained horse? ;-)

Are you familiar with Russian idioms "Drink like a horse" and "Horse dose"? I don't think that even a well-trained horse could survive that :)
Though... If this horse is REALLY well-trained...
http://www.klothesrush.com/ima ...

Though... If this horse is REALLY well-trained...
http://www.klothesrush.com/ima ...
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It would be well trained by the time we could actually meet, I hope ;-)

If this horse is REALLY well-trained...
http://www.klothesrush.com/ima ...
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I hate to tell you Snafu, but Bolivar cannot carry double. :-)))

I hate to tell you Snafu, but Bolivar cannot carry double. :-)))
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MSL
:-)
Bolivar probably cannot, but what about that ONE?....
http://kara.allthingsd.com/fil ...

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ ...

Cutie pie...

The more I understand people, the more I like dogs :)

Snafu, are you ready for Memorial weekend and 90F heat?)))
Yesterday went to see "Avengers", today went to Newseum for second time - it is hot outside! Ne pa detski!)))

I always ready for a long weekend :) 90F is not a big deal - you always can go kayaking or such. And our outdoor swimming pool opens this Saturday.
But I will probably go flying. The forecast looks good, and the Big 8 Summit is over - last weekend they closed a big chunk of airspace including my favorite destination - Harpers Ferry. It should be much easier now.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ ...
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Mechanics always say (about pilots): everybody knows that it's possible to teach a bear to ride a bicycle. But have you ever seen a bear repairing one? :-)

Brave heart man:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v ...
Reminded me Pulitzer prized pictures that make you cry.

Snafu
Our poll was open April, 7. Heated.
We did not have any rain lately even it was promised by all meteorologists. Even I used to and like hot weather. booooo. Stuffy air.

Go Virginia :) He got rain most of the last week, and yesterday evening/night it was pretty heavy. Location, location, location :)))

Yeah, I've seen on TV - there are storms everywhere and 20 miles always we are using irrigation sys.

But have you ever seen a bear repairing one? :-)
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MSL
I haven't yet and what about yourself, have you? ;-)

2 Mila
Despite it's Friday, I haven't yet :-)

Mechanics always say (about pilots): everybody knows that it's possible to teach a bear to ride a bicycle. But have you ever seen a bear repairing one? :-)
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Speaking of aviation jokes and idioms - here is my favorite one:
"Three things are necessary to make a safe flight - speed, altitude and brain. Or, actually, any two of them".

That is a good one, Snafu!

2 Snafu
There is an anecdote, when a grandmother asks her grandson - a young pilot leaving for the flight, to fly lower and slower. This is an anecdote for a general i.e. "small" aviation. But ironically when it comes to "big" aviation a wish like that means exactly the opposite: to live longer (due radiation at higher FLs) and better (flight hours). :-)

Fom a friend of ours:
By the time you read through this you will understand "TANJOOBERRYMUTTS". And then you will be ready to take on Asia! (Mila Love, hello! ^-))
Believe me... you WILL understand!!!

Here goes...
The following is a telephonic exchange between maybe you as a Hotel guest & room-service in Asia ...

Room Service: "Morrin. Roon sirbees."

Guest: "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."

Room Service: " Rye , Roon sirbees...morrin! Joowish to oddor sunteen?"

Guest: "Uh... Yes, I'd like to order bacon & eggs."

Room Service: "Ow ulai den?"

Guest: " .....What??"

Room Service: "Ow ulai den?!?... Pryed, boyud, pochd?"

Guest: "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry.. Scrambled, please."

Room Service: "Ow ulai dee bayken? Creepse?"

Guest: "Crisp will be fine."

Room Service: "Hokay. An sahn toes?"

Guest: "What?"

Room Service: "An toes. ulai sahn toes?"

Guest: "I.... Don't think so.."

RoomService: "No? Udo wan sahn toes???"

Guest: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'udo wan sahn toes' means."

RoomService: "Toes! Toes!... Why Uoo don wan toes?... Ow bow anglish moppin we botter?"

Guest: "Oh, English muffin!!! I've got it! You were saying 'toast'... Fine...Yes, an English muffin will be fine."

RoomService: "We botter?"

Guest: "No, just put the botter on the side."

RoomService: "Wad?!?"

Guest: "I mean butter... Just put the butter on the side."

RoomService: "Copy?"

Guest: "Excuse me?"

RoomService: "Copy.. tea... meel?"

Guest: "Yes. Coffee, please... And that's everything."

RoomService: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, creepse bayken, Anglish moppin, we botter on sigh & copy... Rye ??"

Guest: "Whatever you say."

RoomService: "Tanjooberrymutts."

Guest: "You're welcome"

Remember I did say "By the time you read through this...
.. YOU WILL UNDERSTAND 'TANJOOBERRYMUTTS'

Nice one,Стервоточинка!))))
To avoid that sort of misunderstanding it's better just to fill in the form and hang it outside on your door handle before going to bed...)))

Do you have Charlie?
Negative, we left him back at the hanger!

Do you have Echo?
Negative, recieving you loud and clear!

Do you have Hotel?
Negative, We are staying with friends!

Do you have Juliet?
Negative, and please don't say anything to my wife!

Do you have Kilo?
Negative, but I think there a couple roaches in the ashtray!

Do you have Mike?
Negative, I have a push-to-talk button and a headset!

Do you have Oscar?
Negative, but I'm expecting a nomination this year!

Do you have Popa?
Negative, but I wrote him a letter last week!

Do you have Romeo?
Negative, Negative! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Do you have Uniform?
Negative, just jeans and sweatshirt!

Do you have Victor?
Negative, Who is Victor?

Do you have Xray?
Negative, my doctor wants a CAT Scan!

Do you have Whiskey?
Negative, not in last 8 hours, Am I not on assigned heading?

A real communication I heard a couple of years ago: "Worcester Tower, Cessna XXXXX, 10 miles west, inbound for landing with Whisky" (meaning weather information Whisky). I was about to say something like: "Hey, man, can I get a bottle of Dalmore, please?"

2 Snafu
Some female ATC controllers, especially in Southern-Eastern Asia (like Thailand etc...) have such a sexy voice that I sometimes dream of a "phone sex" instead of standard radio exchange :-)))