Spiraling Out of Control

Being a spanko is not my only hobby, I'm something of fan of aviation and aviation history.

In the world of aviation there are a number of axioms often quoted by pilots during 'hanger flying' sessions such as:

• There are old pilots and there are bold pilots, but there are no old bold pilots.
• A drink within eight will seal your fate.

But there's one that comes to mind at this particular moment:

• Excessive angle of attack leads to a stall,
• Excessive stall leads to a spin,
• Excessive spin leads to a spiral dive,
• Excessive spiral dive leads to the scene of the accident.

Right now I’m spiraling out of control and there is an impending accident scene, naturally as could be expected the devastation will play out upon my poor ass.


Previously here I mentioned my intention to shop for a new implement or three from the fine crafts-people at Cane-iac. Well, things have been placed in motion and there is no turning back now. It goes without saying that I did not have the final say in just what items will be blessing our doorstep. Unfortunately, the new items that will be fresh additions to our ever expanding pain drawer, just might be a selection of scary appliances that will be far to easy for my fine lady to wield effectively.

So we were talking a few minutes ago about the items inbound from Cane-iac, she's been walking around with that sort of intimidating devious smile that suggests she may be a little too anxious for the items to arrive. The plan at this point is to review each item here at my blog for effectiveness, ease of use and value. You know, end user value. She plans it to be on my end.

I took the moment to remind her that they could just as easily be used on her. Her response was too quick and probably well prepared in advance...

It was a simple question for me:

"What's the name of your blog?"

Then she made some sort of comment about the blog title really should have an 'S' at the end.


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