I think I've figured out the wingmen in Crimson Skies. They're not actually there to help you, like you would expect -- they're there to give you more obstacles to run into (to add to the challenge of the game). That explains why they're constantly zooming across in front of me (when there's no enemy aircraft there for them to attack), or jumping into my line of fire when I finally get an enemy craft lined up.
So, note to myself: wingmen = avoid.
That doesn't help with the maneuvering, of course, but we'll get to that later.
Yesterday, I found an interesting political quote about the incivility in civil discourse lately, but I decided not to post it because it came from a conservative commentator, and a lot of people seem to take it very personally when I express or even make reference to some kind of political opinion that doesn't match theirs.
In other words: I was bullied into keeping quiet. In my own friggin' LJ. I don't mind telling you, I resent that.
I work in an office in D.C., where politics is the air you breathe and the food on your table, dominated by folks on the left side of the fence. Most of the time, it doesn't make a difference, I just don't talk about it -- nor do I take the bait when they try to draw me into discussion. My opinion is that it's not really appropriate office conversation anyway.
In the past few months, the various folks in the office who are furthest to the left have been getting more and more strident, irrational, and just plain mean -- and the worst part is they just won't shut UP about it and get on with their jobs. I spent "my birthday lunch" on Monday being harangued about the evils of Arnold Schwartzenagger (they were vague on what the evils were, apparently just existing is bad enough for his kind), what a frothing psycho Charlton Heston must be because he didn't appreciate being treated rudely by Michael Moore in his own house, and of course, the sinister cabal of world-conquerering tyrants who are pulling the George Bush android's strings (because he's obviously such a moron that there's no way he could be running the show).
MY birthday lunch. Listening to THEIR vitriol.
And then when I post in MY LiveJournal, where nobody has to read the stupid thing if they don't want to, I'm afraid to express my opinion because I don't want to get blasted for going against the grain.
Well, to put it bluntly, to hell with that. This is MY space, not yours.
If you don't like my politics, either get over it or stop reading my stuff. I don't go into your LJ and blast you, do I?
My computer is here! Ooooooo! Aaaaaah! Alas, until I get it home and attach it to stuff, it's just a big ol' paperweight! Oops...
I am pleased that this is paid for up front ... all of my other computers were bought on loans and/or credit. In the case of the Pavilion, that wasn't such a big deal 'cause I was working at LifeMinders and getting paid huge piles of money (so it only took a few months to pay off), but it still annoyed me to have to do it that way.
This is a significant milestone in my financial health, IMO, hopefully the first of many. :) For my next trick: restart that 401(k)!
And now, some random silliness!
HERCULES! Hero of song and story! HERCULES! Winner of ancient glory! Fighting for the right, fighting with his might, with the strength of ten ordinary men!
HERCULES! People are safe when near him! HERCULES! Only the evil fear him! Softness in his eyes, iron in his thighs, virtue in his heart fire in every part of the mighty HERCULEEEEEES! *kaboom, kaboom!*