CBris
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THE SKY IS FALLING!!! You sure the quake wasn't caused by that darned tunnel collapsing. Maybe it was gramps turning in his grave. I remember him hoping that either england should be cut off and towed out over the pond and deposited there.
Hmmm, that was my German granddad. My English granddad was of a different mind. I'd love to have got those two together over a pint.
Or maybe it was the odd coal mine collapsing?
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Oohhh lookit! Hi Bill, welcome back...
Another thing with BFNW is that FSX Accel does a bit of damage too. I don't know if Bill and Phil are up for a fix, but I still enjoy the odd blast there.
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Sympathies and commiserations...
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That truck has just got to do a commute... Emma to Victoria to Vancouver...
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Hi Juiceman and welcome to the mad world of flightsimming!
Francois put you in the right place here, we all have the odd history or two here. If you're up for a smile, just go back a couple of years in this forum and read your way forward... you're guaranteed to see quite a few major characters here whose input will reassure you that there's occasionally real people here too.
Welcome again and enjoy your stay.
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Malarkey eh?
There'll be plenty of that once Old One-Eye comes home...
(Yep, I am still lurking...)
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You got a Bou in X?
A real one or a port?
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Chris:
I always figured I could fill the gradkids full of good things with lots os sugar the turning them loose to their parents :mrgreen:
My gran loved to fill me with home cooking - and as a growing lad I remember her cooking with awe...
Five big bowls of pea soup was my record as a teeny once (ewwwwwwww! where's the "mr. biohazard" smiley?) or her potato flapjacks (by the hundreds :lol:) and of course the tea and cakes in the afternoons - loads of calorie-ridden tooth destroying yummy stuff!
Oh, and walks with Granddad - he always used to "seed" our walks with secret "sweetie hides" - "Hey look, prof, the 'sweet fairy' has been here..." (Yah, he called me 'professor'... :roll: and I didn't even need glasses until twenty years later...)
Revenge shall be ours!!! -and when mums complain we can just smile sweetly and remind them who cleaned their poopy nappies for them :twisted: and threaten to show hubby the saucy photos if she doesn't behave...
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Congrats from me too. My daughter turned me old overnight a couple of years ago now. Mind you... being a grandad has advantages - you can spoil the rugrats rotten and get away with it. And when the bio hazard alarm goes off, you can pass them back to mum and dad to clean up.
Enjoy the next phase of your life Brad! You are into your third generation at last.
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Darn! You turn your back for a few moments and suddenly there's a whole thread full of new aeroplane that you missed because you were looking everywhere but on your own doorstep...
Very nice, Francois. It'll get a lot of hangers on from the WW2 community for sure. It'll land in my hangar too - but it will probably not be all that popular with us painters as a subject. Thank the lord Harry, that the world does not revolve about paintability alone :lol:
Did this ever see much civilian use? I know... google... just asking...
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Hi all,
Sorry i am not participating in the wonderful things going on around here. Puppy's 'Third Emma Field Fly In" looks good and I would join but for the fact I am on FSX Accel/SP2 and EMMA is still not ready. Oh, I know you guys have done some sterling work in getting things ready, but it just isn't the same... Lillawaup district 'sans les champs '
I have also installed the recent FSGenesis updates - now the plateaux issues are all but gone - yet the runway flattens for all the lovely little freebies need adjusting
Bill and Phil - you might care to have a glance at the new FSG ground levels. They have fixed some issues, but opened others.
Old One-Eye is still over to the west in the secret hideaway with Elmer stoking the fires. Limp is still... well... limp and I am beta testing a couple of wunnerful new things I can't tell you about...
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You probably know this link anyway, but why not play the Flightsime radio channel while you fly?
Sky Blue Radio
Something to numb your ears while you wait for something to happen on the dash... :wink:
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I wonder how one dilates time... do you just add a few minutes here and there? All I know is that by adding money (wages) you almost certainly and suddenly end up with more month at the end of your money. Now that's definitely dilution...
Seriously though, a new theory will come along one day and suddenly we'll be flying faster that late... that's not my posh English pronunciation, it is a deliberate play on words :lol:
Who still thinks aeroplanes fly because of Bernoulli? You're all wrong now. It's Newtonian now (with a little Bernoulli still allowed). Upward motion is equal and opposite to the amount of air pushed down by the wings.
Maybe one day now we'll realise that if we want to time travel, we need to push a lot of time backwards in an equal and opposite manner - to that end I spend my spare time at flea markets, buying up all the clocks and watches I can find.
Talking plays on words... if you deliberate someone, does that in fact not mean you are putting them in captivity?
And for all those of you wanting to tell me off about my madcap post...
"Berate" - to miss the train in Tokyo
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Hasn't anyone twigged that Eunuch and Micro Soft mean one and the same thing? And the owner's name is Bill (and what is another name for Bill? William?)
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Quite a few I guess... seeing as how the statutes in my front garden don't move very fast at all. Unless dropped.
My favourite is the statute of King Canute. Why he was called Canute though, I'll never know. I thought they were invented by native Americans. In England it ought to have been King Coracle, no? But I guess his PR men had something to say about that, when he ascended to the throne.
Now there's an obscure thought. Kings ascend to the throne, but what do they do when they get there? They sit DOWN! Isn't English a wonderful language? One third Latin, one third Saxon, one third Celtic (that's pronounced Keltic and not Seltic - fascination! :shock: ), one third Greek and one third French (ouch)
With that kind of math, is it any wonder we lost our empire?
Ah, that Dicky Bird... one of our greatest cricket empires...
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Remember our "Timed Fly in" last year? Three seconds is all I will say :roll: and I kept an average time over 75 minutes of around ten seconds variation flying VFR and using varying real weather configurations... but then I never had traffic. (VFR - that's cherman for ve follow roads - or was it riffers or railvays?)
For that 747 example above you can bet your bottom dollar that ATC also had a hand in the play... ATC and the traffic ahead as well as the weather up top. If you had clear sky all the way to the terminal, the computers could have put you down in the "seconds" area.
As for units of measurement of various things... when will the rest of the Anglic nations go metric? I remember learning al sorts of weird and wonderfull measurements like Rod, Pole and Chain. I used to know the whys and wherefores of the "furrow-long" (still do, but I shan't) and the answers to strange questions like "How was an acre defined?"
As for that horsepower thingy? How many horses have you seen dragging a 550 pound lump over a pulley up a cliff face at the rate of exactly one foot per second. Just imagine if they had used Pit Ponies as a unit of measure instead? Why 550 lbs? That's not even five hundredweight - which might have made sense
There is also another unit of measurement of speed that is used in small circles and that is the speed of "green light". The fastest measurement of this can be found on the Saudi Arabian peninsula and it is the time taken between the traffic lights going green and the LAST driver in the queue hitting the floorboards with the accelerator pedal.
Another useful unit of time measurement is based the "Fixit". This is a variable and is that unit of time between a pilot signing for his aeroplane at the flightline office and the utterance of the a.m. term by the pilot on return to said office.
Yet another is the "Survivit". That's the time between take off and almost reaching the combat zone.
Oh, and has anyone heard of the unit of weight called an "Oke". We used to buy fruit on Cyprus by the "Oke". Fresh melons, cool with the dew of early morning, still fresh from the field next to the gliding club. The "Oke" was the truck driver's balance weight on the scales pan. It was (honestly) a ROCK and if he needed to weigh out several okes, he had several rocks and he would calibrate them by putting one on each side of the scales - as long as the scales were level, then "Oke" rock on the left was the same weight as "Oke" rock on the right and his "master" Oke was specially marked, so that he didn't mix his okes...
And what about the Ell? No, not the "Oh bloody Ell" - that's a measure of time - no, I mean that one that measures between Elbow and fingertips. It's a little known fact, but the Pharaohs used to have specially bred Eunuchs with arms so long, their knuckles scraped the floor. When they went to their Pyramid Builders Inc round the corner, they would order their Pyramids and Steles by the Ell and get a quote from the architect. Based on his Ell of course.
Later the Pharaoh would say to his man "Oi, you, knuckle over to that pyramid and measure the base length" and of course the Pharaoh had his pyramid on the cheap. Oh yes - did you spot the origin of the word Eunuch there? Now you know!
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Nice and useful there sir!
But (there's always one, isn't there? :lol:) why not save it as excel spreadsheet - then if you want to alpha-num sort the different columns...
Chris,
...picking nits in Schwäbisch Hall
:lol: and a different kind of "smiley" for ROFLMAO
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Weren't there thirteen knots on Pierrepoint's rope?
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:lol:
Or to quote a slightly earlier "name" 'My God, it's full of stars' - the "flight" sequence from 2001, where the pod flies over psychedelic terrains is what that image reminded me of.
Gravy booby...
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The burning question on everyone's mind is: how many pints in a knot?
Takes about 4-5 to get me all tied up. :mrgreen: Less if she's a blond 8)
Apropos blonde...
What do you call an intelligent blonde?
Golden Retreiver / Labrador...
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Ever wonder how many knots = 1 MPH
1.1507794 kt = 1 mph
formula 130 kts x 1.15 = 149.5mph
I know most of you know that but I did this for those who did not :|
ERROR in your second line 1.1507794 kt = 1 mph
One Nautical Mile is LONGER than a land mile - your calculation in the last line proves it.
So to correct your statement: 1 Nautical Mile per Hour = 1.1507794 Miles per Hour
Also:
1 nautical mile = 1.85200 kilometer
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
1 nautical mile = SI units
1.852 km 1,852 m
US customary / Imperial units
1.151 mi 6,076 ft
A nautical mile or sea mile is a unit of length. It corresponds approximately to one minute of latitude along any meridian. It is a non-SI unit used by special interest groups such as navigators in the shipping and aviation industries.[1] It is commonly used in international law and treaties, especially regarding the limits of territorial waters. It developed from the geographical mile.
Life As A Pilot (Humor)
in Emma Field Flying Club
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I've reached the 54 bit, but being the tech, and not the pilot, my story is subtly different
20 years old: Finished basic training, get sent to a unit the bosses consider "punishment posting". Meet up with a mad fighter jock.
25 years old: Have 1st kid and get married. Now sergeant aircraft tech getting shot at in hostile places. Just want to get back home in one piece. Get back to as technician crew chief. Get bored. Volunteer for the hot spots again.
29 years old: Get back from the hot spots. Not sure how many, but there may be one or two more kids with your nose and eyes. Want out of military but too lazy for all that civvy stuff.
30 years old: Get promoted to Staff Sergeant. The world is your oyster. You can shout at the pilots now.
31 years old: Buy ten year old flashy car that belonged to some airline pilot, spend a lot on rust repairs and fixings. Still get the military poverty feeling.
33 years old: Divorce boring 1st wife. Pay child support and maintenance. Drink lots of booze and screw around while looking for 2nd wife.
33 years old: leave military and join big civilian airline as senior maintenance man. Repeat above for a few more years.
35 years old: Realise that civvy life is no different - except for the uniform. Take high paid contract in Arabian region. No tax, no booze, no women.... oops! No peace either. Come home for some more screwing around.
36 years old: Marry younger "knock-me-down-gorgeous" divorcee. She's rather well off thanks to generous alimony from her ex - an airline Captain.
37 years old: Buy another flash car - only five years old this time Only one previous owner - a pilot.
38 years old: Second wife wants more kids. Sod that! I'm no daft pilot. Get doctored. Wife rather peed off with that and slopes of with an elderly airline pilot for more kids
39 years old: Now a manager on good pay. Hooray! Upgrade appartment, buy model boat and RC airplane and even flashier car - only three years old. Previous owner had to sell it in a hurry. Meet Danish model and live together with her.
42 years old: Danish model runs off with Airline pilot. Leaves you with everything
43 years old: Grin and bear it and resolve to stay away from women forever. Money's still all right becaus no. 2 was already getting money from her number 1 hubby. Move into 1 bedroom apartment near riverbank with window air conditioners - and rising damp.
45 Years old: Marry bosses secretary, wangle a pay rise, buy flash car - last year's model. OK, it's only a beamer three, but at least it's only got 45000 miles on the clock - one careful lady owner (she is a Danish model who gets a new car every year from her airline pee low hubby)
46 years old: Company resizes and you're made redundant. Get good settlement payoff and go self employed tech writer
50. Wife number 3 suddenly realises you aren't earning enough to make a pension. She kicks you out to go earn more money. Back to work in the industry (things have settled again)
49 years old: Meet sexy Danish model on International trip. She's still married to airline pee low.
50 years old: Live with sexy Danish model and tell wife #3 you have to work overseas - she can stay at home look after kids and dogs - after all, you are working a lot. Rent another big house, bigger RC airplanes and boats and upgrade car.
50 years old: Sexy model wants kids Airline pee low hubby has prostate problems and sees you as a "donor". Hah! Tough! But don't tell.
51 years old: Hey presto, she's pregnant. You kick her out. Wonder if the pilot chappie knows it's not his? It certainly aint yours.
52 years old: Go to daughter's wedding (from wife #1) Fail to recognise the lady at daughter's side.
56 years old: You're a grandfather. Living solo. You buy a motorscooter.
57 years old: Make rash investments to try and have enough money for retirement.
59 years old: Lose money on rash investment and get audited by the "excise". You have to work on the side as a petrol pump attendant just to keep up with the car hire purchase and rent for the smooth apartment.
60 years old: Almost wife #4 almost says yes, but still wife #3 turns up. Both leave. taking most of your assets. No money left. But you now discover you have to work on until 70 because the government has upped the pension age
61 years old: Join airline Captain on a non-schedule South American 727 freight outfit and flat share in a non-air conditioned studio apartment directly underneath the final approach to runway 9 at Miami Int'l. You have "interesting" Hispanic neighbors who ask you if you've ever worked on DC-3's. Captain snores and has smelly feet. Reminds you of wife #1
65 years old: Get job as sim maintenance engineer. Don't look forward to years of getting up at 2 AM for 3 AM sim in every god-forsaken town due to the fact your Captain keeps wrecking the sims at various Brand X Airlines so you set the alarm.
65 years old: Hotel alarm clock goes off at 1:00 AM. The wrecked Captain has heart attack and dies with smile on face. Happy at last - no more of his smelly socks!
Many years later: Driving around in a Ferrari. You helped those Hispanic neghbours by showing them how to double skin parts of their DC3 fleet. They were very generous. You've given (your) wives up as a bad joke but are having a whale of a time on business trips between Miami and plenty of Spanish sounding airports.
Ain't aviation great?