Walter’s newest trick is to play dead.
From our family to our internet family.
Seeing some surprisingly fantastic theatre tonight in old town Alexandria. I didn’t anticipate liking this so much. (at MetroStage)
Today I was in the training lab running a problem from the ghost position (i.e., pretending to be pilots of the planes in the sector and “flying” their blips while another student runs the problem as the controller).
In this particular problem, Air Force One lands at Richmond which shuts down the airport for awhile. When it opens back up and the first plane comes out of holding and heads towards the airport I’m asked what’s the fastest I can fly. I glance at the type of airplane (a DH8D, which just so happens to the exact model of Dash 8 I flew for a year at Colgan). I ran it over in my head and quickly responded with a very reasonable 250 knots (truthfully at the medium altitudes it can do up to 280). I was told to maintain 250 or greater and when I went to type that command into the computer I was met with an error. “Unable speed, max aircraft speed 208.”
"Oh that’s bullshit," I said much too loud in a rather full lab of instructors and students.
When the Cardinals lost the World Series to the Red Sox last month I in turn lost a bet with Kevin which caused me to be sporting this cover photo on The Facebook for the last 30 days. The consequences of this bet now satisfied, I can safely say no more social media sports bets for the time being.
Anonymous asked: Slightly worrying airplane thing happened tonight. I flew from Atlanta to Columbus, and about 10 minutes from landing our captain told us that flaps were malfunctioning (I think he said the trajectory of them was off?) We circled for about 30 minutes, and then landed pretty smoothly, if maybe a couple hundred feet longer than normal. The fun came with about 5 fire trucks were waiting for us at landing and followed us to the gate. Should I have asked for the whiskey, or is this fairly normal?
Not necessarily normal but by no means unheard of. I’m sure you’re not the only person on the plane who wanted a drink, but I can assure you this wasn’t exactly a death defying situation.
First, I think you may have misheard the word “trajectory” because I can’t think of any application it would have to a flap malfunction. Perhaps he was saying they were off the tracks, meaning the guide rails on which they sit and extend. But even that’s some pretty advanced trouble shooting for a guy in the cockpit who has limited information to work with regarding the failure, generally just a light or warning message saying “Flap Fail.”
Second, regarding the fire trucks, that’s a totally normal precautionary request in a situation like this. Most airplanes will land perfectly fine without flaps, however they eat up a lot more runway and come in at higher approach speeds which means more kinetic energy for the brake pads to dissipate in the form of heat. The firetrucks are just there to shine their fancy little temperature detecting lasers at the wheel truck and make sure nothing is about ready to catch on fire so the plane can safely taxi to the gate.
Coincidentally, speaking of smooth landings, while I’ve never had a flap failure in a real airplane, the ones I practiced in the simulator during my initial training in the CRJ were my smoothest landings during all of training.
Someone spent all afternoon at a dog sitter playing with other puppies and is more exhausted and assed out than I’ve ever seen him.
So as it began snow flurrying today in northern Virginia, I realized that my days of running outside are over, at least for the time being. So I caved and signed up at the Gold’s Gym in town. With the membership came a free fitness assessment from one of the trainers.
He asked me what my fitness goals were and I said, “I like beer and terrible fried food, and the closer I creep towards 30 years-old the more I realize the need to exercise regularly in order to just maintain my present level of fatness and ensure my clothes still fit well. Also I’m getting married next year and we’re paying someone a lot of money to take pictures of us so I’d like to look decent for that.”
We’re somewhere up there on the top left. Hoodie Allen puts on a really great live show.
@HoodieAllen and his guitarist slipped to the back of the room to play a bit of the Americoustic EP.
@HoodieAllen at the Fillmore in Silver Spring. Highlights include a pretty spectacular cover of Sum 41’s “Fat Lip” as well as a trip through the crowd in a rubber raft before an ill fated attempt at standing caused the raft to capsize which left him awash in a sea of sluttily dressed 14 year old girls.