Hold on, gotta command some shit

What up everyone. Just got myself situated on this simulator flight, O'hare to Heathrow. Nice cruising at FL350 with a smidgen of tailwind. And an easy 7 hours left. I need to get back into the habitual simming more often. It seems to boost my esteem and understanding when flying in real life.

So I was cruising around in Doug's car yesterday, pleasantly. I noticed how proudly he swung his whip around with such control and ease, so much so that it reminded me of how the power rangers controlled their giant dinosaur pet when fighting evil. The cockpit of Doug's car is like his command center. Each guy should have a command center. It's something that they adore and understand so much, that it's almost a part of them. The kind of thing that they know inside and out and they'd gladly correct anyone who challenges said knowledge. Anyway, I want a command center! Some place I could just go and chill and be cool, and to run your shit. Some place you could be like "hold on, gotta command some shit", hit a button and proceed with your conversation. Yeah... command centers are cool. I'm all over that.

In other news, the term "all over that" is in full swing. I should be saying it a few times a day. Being "all over something" shows you are exceeding expectations and running shit like a champ. No one can touch you when you're all over it...

So while I was in O'hare I did a study. I counted the amount of ugly vs. hot people in the United terminal, then counted the amount of ugly vs. hot people in the American terminal. As it turns out, American is over twice as sexy as United. Hence I can now say that it is a proven fact that United Airlines is fugly, and American is sexy. I wonder how Delta compares.

One week until the big Krauss man tears up SDF. I'm excited to show him how the fuck I do. Now that Karen is not in town anymore for GSP, I have a lot of free time. And it's boring and sexless. Oh well, more time to sim I suppose.

Until next time...