I may not want to be a cartographer, but I may not have the choice; it seems to be an integral part of tactical helicopter flight.
Zombie lady! Might actually be real!
I am going to a waterpark tomorrow. It should hopefully be more fun than the last carnival I was at.
After two months of flying only in the simulator or under a hood, I have lost a good portion of my control touch at hovering and low level flight. It’s starting to come back, at least. Also, there is very little more awesome than flying 20 feet above the trees at 100 knots. I now get to do this all the time.
It might be a good idea to get a marriage of convenience before leaving flight school. Married officers get pretty nice houses; it’d be a step up from this apartment. I’m pretty sure they get tax breaks too. I’d need to marry someone also in the military and of equal or higher rank in order to mitigate the risk of losing a whole bunch of money in the event of the eventual divorce, but that shouldn’t be an issue. I’d have to look a lot more carefully into the matter than I have so far before I decided to actually start asking people, but if it turns out to be worth it, it could be interesting.
Actually, it is a terrible, terrible idea to get a marriage of convenience. Jimmy tested that theory and it made his life hell. Living contentedly in an apartment is way better than living miserably in a nice house, and basically guaranteeing yourself the hell of divorce later on. Please, please don’t seriously consider this.
I wish the zombie woman was younger; then she could make zombabies!
Yeah. It actually didn’t much research at all to indicate that unless there is serious romantic potential there in the first place, marriages of convenience usually end up being terribly inconvenient.
Indeed, I completely agree with what Melanie, Mom and Dad have said to you: I can sort of see your reasoning in theory, but in practice it’s a terrible idea. I hope the cartography gets less annoying eventually.