Warning, a long rant is coming forth, but you might want to peruse it as it might contain snippets of sheer hilarity... More than likely it will just be as vexatious as a skid mark on the theoretical convoginative underwear.
So the finals are in full swing here at OK State. Fellow aviators, and aviation enthusiasts, please note that this is the ONLY correct usage of "finals." Finals can be defined as more than one final examination for a class, lecture, lab, or what-have-you. A "final" is short for "Final Approach." Final is the last leg of the traffic pattern, where the aircraft is lined up with the runway of intended landing, and is descending towards terra-firma in an effort to terminate its flight on the desired, and aforementioned runway. Seeing as how it is only ONE leg of a traffic pattern, and only ONE aircraft is on it, how could it be possible to call it "finals?" At first, I merely disregarded this detritus as the ongoing ramblings of neophytes, but I soon discovered that even seasoned aviators say such troglodytish things as "KLM 747 finals runway 31." Exactly how the hell is that 747 on more than one final at a time? Have I missed something here? If he is indeed executing such an act, he is unquestionably the best aviator in the world, and he should immediately be promoted to dictator-for-life of ICAO and completely redesign the entire aviation system. Heed not my hyperbole, as it is not an impressive aviator to blame, but instead some european fad. It sounds stupid. Do us both a favor and don't mention "finals" again unless you are referring to the last weeks of your semester at college, or "university."
Ok, that may be completely out of place here on Convoginators, but I just mopped the floor, and probably used an excess of this stuff... it smells like amonia. It's probably bad for me.... probably.
Next on the list is a review of Bad Santa: If you haven't seen this yet, what are you doing sitting down reading this? Go out right now and see it immediately. Don't take the offspring, because you probably don't want them repeating most.... make that any of the movie's wonderful catch phrases. Billy Bob Thornton gives an above-average performance, but then again with a character as cool as his it would be hard to screw it up. I might need to find somewhere I can be a mall santa for the next season... it would have to be cooler than sitting outside the supermarket with a small bucket and a bell. Actually, one could probably make a somewhat respectable income for doing little more than ringing a bell outside the wal-mart. And best of all, it's CASH! Hmm... I seem to be adding things to my "list of things to do before I die" faster than I'm crossing them off.
I could make fun of the French here, but Jeff M. has already done enough of that for both of us... for today anyway. I've got to go find something to eat anyway... plus the amonia is getting a little overpowering. It has to be, there's no other explanation for the pink, hairy monkeys dancing to "Thriller" in the living room.
Jeff C.
Off to seek fresh air
