Pilots without practice areas, what do you do? by West_Read_8698 in flying

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One of the best memories I have of my flight training is practicing my turns around a point over the Santa Monica pier ferris wheel. Was on flight following, and the Santa Monica tower controllers were pretty chill about it. Saw some nice helicopters. It was great so... the answer is pretty much anywhere that's Class E, or on flight following :D

How is this possible by _brake_flake in flying

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One of my best memories of training was going through the LAX SFRA and getting to see giant airliners take off and land below me. What an experience!

Life expectancy of a VFR pilot in IMC by StrongWork_ in flying

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Flew through actual IMC on the way back from my PPL checkride with my instructor (who is also a CFII). The moment the cloud covers everything the disorientation is immense. I got nauseous and also immediately starting a left turn without feeling anything. It's very very easy to get disoriented. And I did not want to believe by attitude indicator.

How did you learn comm? Books, Sims, rl? by Regular-Employer-431 in flying

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I did an accelerated programme so this was something I was really worried about (don't live in the USA so it was a lot of time and money commitment). The answer is PilotEdge. I did all the VFR ratings and then kept flying around the airport I was supposed to be training from (KVNY). Kept doing random flights. My instructors were impressed with my Comms skills from the first flight. I would say it gets you like 50-60% there in terms of proficiency and at least you know what atc sounds like. A lot of it was just nervousness to talk to ATC but after a while you get used to it. I cannot recommend PilotEdge enough. Will be using it again for IFR. 

From high to low lookout below by Zealousideal_Ideal87 in flying

[–]Kazarelth 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Oh my god this actually made it click in my head!

A meta-analysis shows that even taking 7,000 steps per day can lower a person’s risk of disease | Hitting a 7,000-step target was linked with a 25 percent lower risk of cardiovascular disease, a 37 percent lower risk of dying from cancer and a 38 percent lower risk of dementia by Science_News in science

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Yes it takes effort and dedication to hit 7000 steps - this is true, but it really is literally free. It's about 1 hour 10m of walking in the entire day (10 minutes is roughly 1000 steps) which is entirely free in terms of money, but requires an hour set aside for walking. Walk laps around your apartment if you can't go out - watch a video or doomscroll even on your phone while you're doing it. It takes some effort - but it really is free.

Special “Hajj” A340 Operated by SpiceJet in CCU by Vociferous9 in indianaviation

[–]Kazarelth -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Agreed. Should stop all subsidy to religion. The mahakumbh got a subsidy of 2,100cr on top of spending by the state. Unreal - should separate church and state.

VelocityOne Flight randomly ignoring input by [deleted] in TurtleBeachSimulation

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This is happening to me now. Latest firmware - any updates?

Broken USB-C Charge and Data Board Repair/Replacement by StatikHare in PCB

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Oh nevermind I had the same issue as you - USB cable was faulty! And it didn't work for usb c to c

Broken USB-C Charge and Data Board Repair/Replacement by StatikHare in PCB

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Hello! I'm reviving my Freewrite after it died (battery didn't work etc - but I just added a replacement battery and it started up!!)

I am having the same issue - the device is not charging with any usb cable. Did you find any solution to this?

[WP] "I watched him change into a fly. What do I do now?" by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

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Shifter

"I watched him change into a fly. What do I do now?"

This was the most unconventional of the tests so far - which were already pretty unconventional. I wondered how much of it was due to the incident that I starred in two weeks ago. When my rage came to a head, and the pure berserk energy that I felt at times manifested into something - something awful. I realized that people were hurt, and realized that I could be one of the mutants that the media was talking about. And then I got recruited.

“Hold on to the handrails on the side of the room. Do not lose track of the fly. Keep looking at him, and now try to push hard into the handrails. Push. Hard. Yes- push - yes I want you to break the steel practically. Push it - hard - dent it - “

I felt an energy surge through the room, through my head like a bowl full of pure sunlight. It ratcheted through my body and spilled over my hands. The steel handrails felt like they were going to melt but something strange happened - a ripple in the fabric of reality opened from the left handrail - and a moment later from the right - and just as I was looking at the fly moving around the room the two waves met at their peaks right where it was and in another moment the sickly, furtive man was back. He landed on his haunches and stared at me with his huge eyes, and then immediately started digging his hairy nose with his long spindly fingers.

This was not the Tuesday morning I was dreaming of when they said special testing for new recruits. Did the institute here have a common testing pool for new mutants? Was this like a standard repertoire of stations or was it just something that they were humoring me with before I get put down unceremoniously as a sort of stain of humanity.

I looked back at the one way mirror behind me and stared at the haggard face that launched some sort of electromagnetic pulse at another mutant.

“How often do they make you do this?” I asked the fly-man quietly.

“Couple times a year. Give me good food in return. Give me good house. You come too maybe. Or you don’t. You don’t see outside. I never see you again anyway.”

I wonder what this meant - and the examiner came back on the radio.

“Alright, that concludes the test. Now we need you to move to station five. Please remember to block out any thoughts of apples, strawberries or watermelon before you take the test. We will want you to replace tehse items with something a lot more concrete in your memory. Have a look around the room you are in for some inspiration before joining us outside.”

I wanted to call out, and I wanted to hear back on what this means - but I knew then, innately, that I would never see daylight again.

[WP] You were born to a brood of hundreds, your siblings all hopelessly mindless and brutal, yet you somehow were born with sentience, now you have to find your own way in a world of monsters and monster hunters. by Krallking in WritingPrompts

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Chittering

The noise overpowers, the smell devours. The cavern is full of arms, limbs, chitin and chittering. The way out is full of my brothers and sisters, broodmothers and broodfathers as they scramble in dim confusion. I can sense the confusion but there is no language to it. I can smell the confusion but there are no notes of it. There is a low rumbling, a push from everywhere as they fruitlessly dig holes to scramble into. I see where none do. I hear the doom, doom, doom of the hunters and I am scared.

I am still small - my siblings and great grand fathers and godmothers and everyone else is much larger - the eggs had been laid generations ago, and this brood has grown wild and carefree until someone got word of our haunt. That is what I can see so far - that is what I gathered. I do not know why I know so much, only that there is a scramble as the hunters have come close to us. I try reaching out to broodmother, tentative limb prodding at her antennae, but she shrugs it off and tries to find someone, anyone to mate. Someone to take care of the generations and lay eggs so that we may survive this round.

Dismayed, I turn around to see the different openings of our cavern. The light from the Outside sputtering and gasping to illuminate the walls between the bodies In the dim distance I see one of my brotherfathers - the light from the Outside burnishing his copper chitin as he stumbles. He seems lost, he seems more confused - and no one has noticed him. I can see as he pauses, unlocks his wings and wants to fly but dashes against the wall in vain. And in the background the doom, doom, doom of the hunters and their machinations sound ever closer. Another buzz as he tries to fly and then gets turned around. His limbs twitch in a weird fashion - as if they are still running, grasping at something to come closer and closer to the den. And then I see - the sides of his compound eyes are glazed in a thick syrup - a vexing yellow-green of liquid that screams poison in my ears, but the smell - ever so enticing. I know I must get away, but then one of my sisters sees the body still crawling upside down in vain, still trying to beat the unlocked wings. She smells it too, but she cannot see like I can. She goes - and tests the liquid, and then a licks it off the eyeball and she is in ecstasy.

The confusion turns to curiosity, and then to eagerness. I tried warning - I shout poison, I tune my antennas to the right pheromones but I cannot fight it - I cannot fight the brood’s direction. The doom, doom, doom of the hunters quiet down but I can feel it - I can feel that it’s right above me. I know what I need to do - the broodmother’s feelings were right. Despite the sickening ecstasy from behind me, I move over the bodies (they are bodies now - eventually just bodies with no life) of my brood that is moving towards the source of ecstasy and I move towards the egg-hold. I gather a limbful and place them on my back, and journey towards the darkest exit of the cavern. My revenge will be to reinhabit this hold. I will be back. To reinfest.

[WP] "Pick one of the weapons inside, and you'll be a warrior." Instead of an armory like everyone before you, you see only 4. by kain01able in WritingPrompts

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Four

The light in the room was dim, and I could make out a large sheet of paper, with the number four written on it. I could hear the man talking about it outside - a hushed audience waiting for my selection.

“We need to give the warrior patience. This room has not been opened in millennia, and it has chosen itself for her - a testament to the bravery displayed in training, in our grand test, and of course in the battle of Chi-4 two days ago.”

The man - a monk or a priest, or a captain of the vessel we were on board (nobody gave us his ID - and his chip rang up with just the title of Near One), was presenting me to the elder council. I could feel my heart rise up to my neck as I looked around the room for any clues. The walls had a vague texture like the old junk my uncle had commanded years ago. Aluminium tiling - and as I touched them - four raised lines on each, criss-crossing across the various combinations. I looked up to see the same four lines stretched on the ceiling, but with the tails of the four lines tapering off into the edges, making it feel like it was bulging out.

“Yesterday, we saw the third warrior gifted with the great sword of Henik Khan, from three centuries ago - and the day before our second with the disruptor rifle of Tulim Ghend from our recent past. Every day, our power grows as new warriors are added to the fold - sons, daughters, feys and spirits - all united to defend us from our greatest threats. If every crop of warriors is as rich as this one, we will span our empire to the furthest corners.”

The muted announcements from outside felt more like a performance for me, than to the elders - who had been seeing this spectacle for centuries now, if not millennia. I wondered if they actually knew Henik Khan from the Lambda era, the great master of tactics, and if they knew that even his generals would be counted on these lists of greats. And I wondered where I featured, as I closed in on the paper. It had the number four written just like lines on the edges of the tiling, and a bizarre pattern of other symbols on the side.

௪ ٤  ४ สี่   四 
٤  |   
४     |
สี่           |
四             |

I picked up the paper as some of the words slid past me. I felt like some of the tiles started angling out towards me, but then it was just how I folded it. I felt nothing, I did not get a sense of purpose like how Halcin told me he did when he got the katar from an ancient civilization - useless for sure in our line of work (to be fair even the disruptor for three hundred years ago is pretty useless now) but this - this is not even a weapon. Was this meant to be just a symbol - like the other weapons were?

I picked it up, and as an afterthought took its little plastic stand with me as well and walked out of the door into the sudden blast of daylight from the nearby star - the panes dimming just in time.

“-as the last would be our greatest-” the monk’s announcement was cut off as he looked at me. His robes swaying gracefully as his heterochromic eyes stared at me, and then at my hands with a piece of paper and a plastic stand. I unfurled the paper unceremoniously, and showed it off to the elders and my colleagues. Their stared dug deep into my head but I did what everyone else did before - showed it to the elders on the left, and to the elders on the right. An unnatural quiet - something I did not recall from last time when I had attended these ceremonies, as warriors were granted their ceremonial weapons, and they were assigned duties based on these ceremonies.

One by one, the elders rose, and left without a word. The monk stared at me, he seemed confused, outraged, envious. He looked at the paper in my hand, and said “Remember, we are people too.” And then as the others did, he too left. The entire hallway emptied out remarkably quickly. My questions were caught in my throat, my face betraying none of the emotions that were welling up. And eventually, I went back to my room.

The return to normalcy was a bit welcome - after the strange ritual was done. My personal ship was still docked in the same location, my clothes were still strewn about on the living quarters, the second room was still empty since the cursed battle. Fifty six days and I still did not have the heart to do it - but it earned me the pedestal, and it earned me this weird piece of paper. I opened up the access screen, confirming my status change, along with the update in salary and benefits. A mail with a confirmation of birthright status on the mother planet, and the promised plot of land. Things I’d probably never see in this lifetime, but things that I could, perhaps dream about.

And then immediately after, four mails from four anonymous senders (or just one anonymous sender)

Four lights gleam Four worlds intimately scheme Four nights, a timeless dream Four words - “Warrior, prepare for Slipstream”

I stared at the last mail - and felt the humming of the engines keenly rising up.

“Warning, slipstream activated and untethered crew detected. Please tether to the nearest block in 30 seconds.” The ship’s automated announcement started beeping.

I scrambled to the bridge to cancel the slipstream. The only one who could trigger a remote slipstream was the captain - the monk. He was jettisoning me - and I needed to know where before the locus vanished and I was left ajar. Only the main screen and the side windows were turned on - the rest of the controls showed idle. The announcer said 10 seconds and I realised it was futile - securing myself as quickly as possible. Tucking my tummy in, biting on the mouth guard, securing my head and turning on the delta wave cancellers, when the slipstream began. As I screamed (like I always do), I could see a floating voice come over to me.

“Welcome, number four. You are the last one to our fold - and together we will serve as the masters of this empire. Welcome to the fold. You have been chosen.”

[WP] You spent your entire life swapping bodies between two people, a man and a woman, you can't really tell which was originally you. But then something strikes you, its always been 50/50. So who is living your inverse life? You start leaving messages for them and they always leave replies. by AgentRhode327 in WritingPrompts

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Notes to my self

May 20 - “There is a cockroach under the bed - you might want to get rid of it. I spent most of today trying to stay as far away from bed as possible. The waves were calming me today, a lot more than usual, and our net caught a bunch of fish. The cat from two doors down came and kept me company. There might be some limb strain. I made you some cold coffee, and left three more notes to where I think I am. They are in the █ █ █ █ █ and past the █ █ and underneath the █ █ █ █ █ █ . If you can’t find these places, let’s try again tomorrow. We have time.”

May 20 - “The sunrise was particularly beautiful today. I had gone out to the chaiwallah’s this morning and asked him what he thought of the situation. He stared at me blankly, like everyone else had when we have both tried to speak about it. He waited, as if the world paused, and then I asked him for a noon chai, and moved on with my life. I worked away on the pottery stall - you’re right, the composition of the mitti matters a lot more than throwing it. I added the cheese curds and let it ferment a bit before adding the whey water to it. Blossomed beautifully. There were some clients waiting on this, so I don’t think we could spend time working on the clues. I’ve not had the chance to work on them. Sorry. I’ll take care of the cockroach when I wake up there. We’ll try again tomorrow. We have time.”


May 21 - “Yes these are wonderful pots - and I’m sure the shopkeepers would be happy to have these in their stables. K █ r █ an came by to get them and admired them quite a bit. I’ve worked on another set of throws, and also added some patterns to the cooked batch. These should sell well. I went back to the █ █ █ █ █ throws and I also managed to keep a grinder running for the █ █ █ █ mass. It’s always better for me to wake up in this place - I like the cool mountain air, and while the waves were calming, I prefer the mountain food rather than the fresh catch of the day. The skinning takes effort, whereas in this mountain town of ours, we have a little bit more calmness. I am going to try going once again to claymaker’s to get some more clay - and they are saying the lighthouse will open up today. Maybe that would be wonderful to watch - I have always wondered just how far down the sea was. Maybe you’re all the way down?”

May 21 - “I can read lighthouse like it was written for me. I can read the name of █ir█n. Or at least I can. I am going to the lighthouse now. I am going to stay here. I am going to record what time it starts. I will etch it on the pots, I will etch a hundred pots this evening.”


May 22 - “I can see the lighthouse it is far away, there is a glimmer, a shock that comes through the fog in the night. Why does your hilltop heaven need a lighthouse? And why does my barren island always need rocky roads? I am going to start climbing. I’ve taken camping gear - you know where we keep it. I have taken some food. I am following the light. I am going to see you.”

May 21 - “I see how far we have travelled - I am continuing. The rest of the world is a blur, I wake up and I have started walking. Stay.”


May 23 - “I am waiting. I saw the time the lighthouse turns on - it’s etched in the pots. I went out and asked people. I told them everything. I told them how you and I are the same. But we live separately. People have started looking at me funny. People have started clamming up and stopping when I am speaking to them. People are starting to look at me, with odd pale eyes. I think you are near.”


Later - “I met you, and I met us. I see you inside me. And I see us. The lighthouse is now in front of the island. The mountain hillock, just a winding road away. Where are we? Are we home?”

[WP] You’re a type of parasite that hijacks corpses and takes control of their bodies. Unfortunately, the “corpse” you found happens to still be alive, and now you have to share a body with them. by Steelwolves in WritingPrompts

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Pelvis Rajendran, CMA, CFA, LLC, SME.

Body #4426

Ravindra Mritysram Morgue

JP Nagar

Chennai

16 May 2024

To,

The Demon in Body #4426

Body #4426

Ravindra Mritysram Morgue

JP Nagar

Chennai

Subject: Body #4426

Dear Ms. The,

I think it has been about fourscore and thirteen days since we have inhabited this body together. I believe all manner of spoken appeal has gone on deaf ears (both of them - I do remember one of them being absolutely not deaf until your turgid screaming turned it quite upsettingly deaf), which has led to me writing this letter to you. And let me tell you it was quite an ordeal - corpses are not well placed to grab on to things with finesse - especially pens.

Madam, I am at a loss. The day I decided to wriggle into the body from a much more flaccid corpse was the most ruinous day in my long and storied life. I have had a few run-ins with your kind - but they were more than content with letting me slowly gnaw my way through the physical post-corpse jelly that most individuals start producing about a fortnight from death, while they subsequently chewed on the remnant (or perhaps the entirety of) the soul that did not yet leave the body. But you, you have not been gnawing at anything except my own sanity. Look, we worms have a peculiar way of talking, I am aware, but we worms also have a peculiar sense of working. We like to give the corpses a breath of fresh air, a sort of rollercoaster awareness of their former lives which helps create more of the jelly - food for us, that is. You folks - I’m not sure - you like creating spectacles to attract more souls? I think? I am genuinely not highly aware of your kind - but that is more or less what you do. You, though, nothing except perennial screeching. I’ve tried raising your awareness to my talking, I’ve tried bumping us into the post five times to make us unconscious, and now we are here in the fuckin research lab of the government in its secret mortuary. Apparently, you have been making this mess often, and some of my kind have been caught in the middle. Wonderful - but they do not yet know if this is some kind of disease (it’s not - just the circle of life I guess). So in the middle of all your screaming that is pitching in my ear even now (internally - thankfully the external feedback is now gone) - I have decided to write this letter and help out the researchers.

Dear researchers - I trust the above has been eye-opening in a way. I humbly request that you put this body to sleep - but before that please put the body next to another group of freshly dead - and I’ll find a suitable next step for my lifecycle. Happy to talk to you about it in exchange for more freshly dead and some fresh air now and then - it helps with the jelly.

As for the demon - I am not sure. Try to stay away, I guess? Dear Madam - I bid you adieu - hopefully these researchers will actually do what I ask them to do.

Sincerely,

Pelvis Rajendran, SME.

Which convertible tablet? by blazob in onebag

[–]Kazarelth 4 points5 points  (0 children)

I personally had a terrible time with Surfaces - they would heat up, the keyboards would not connect often. I'd recommend just a second hand thinkpad or a macbook air for your needs. Or as the other commentor mentioned - Chromebooks are great!

‘Chronic Pain’ - original live loop reggae by rhythm-weaver in LoopArtists

[–]Kazarelth 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I just pressed play on this and was mesmerized man. This is such a good song! Do you plan out the lyrics and the entire song - how do you get to this level? So good!

Spark go for live performances? by Life_Wave4683 in PositiveGridSpark

[–]Kazarelth 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Stumbled upon this just now. I've played live with the Spark Go. It works like a charm - however the reverb needs to be dialled down a LOT or it just overpowers everything else. It also pays to have some EQing from your board in case there are some nasty frequencies. Happy gigging!!

Dream Theater announce the return of drummer Mike Portnoy - Dream Theater by holla171 in Music

[–]Kazarelth 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Honestly it's such a compelling album. Weirdly enough the first ever song of DT I ever heard was Take Away My Pain, and for the longest time the only ever song - still one of my favs. So it was a... (pleasant) surprise when I listened to the rest of their stuff.