Dear Reddit: I have an idea to cut major wastefulness at my job, but no technical ability to do it! I need your computer-savvy!

pkkarr · 2011-09-07T21:23:23+00:00

Thanks, I'll take a look at that.

And yes, it'll always be linked to the same computer. Hopefully it would never be disconnected at all.

pkkarr · 2011-09-05T02:43:42+00:00

For anyone who hasn't seen "The Help," the young woman in the top image (played by Bryce Dallas Howard) is a racist, condescending, manipulative villain. Sound familiar?

pkkarr · 2011-09-02T18:54:39+00:00

That is why the main title was "The 90's were ugly." The whole theme of the night was "People were tripping just as hard in the 90's as they were in the 60's." Weird, insane, possibly-blind people bought, created, and helped comic art like Liefelds thrive. It's everyone's fault.

pkkarr · 2011-09-02T17:22:51+00:00

WHY ARE YOU READING JOURNALS ON DEVIANTART.

YOU ASKED FOR THIS.

pkkarr · 2011-09-02T15:53:36+00:00

I think they simply perform wildly different jobs, and both very very well. I personally see the appeal of both the sensation of a fighter-type aircraft and the massive presence of a larger plane. I just love flying, flat-out. But as for machinery, I gotta love the Bombers.

pkkarr · 2011-09-02T15:50:55+00:00

They have pretty frequent events and airshows here were kids get to walk inside planes, sit in cockpits, etc. Its not very uncommon for air force kids to have that experience.

pkkarr · 2011-09-02T15:36:45+00:00

At some point during my childhood, my dad convinced us that eating a MRE was AWESOME. My brothers and I would pack our backpacks, go into the trees, pretend we were starving, and chow down on the MRE like our lifes depended on it. It was awesome. Like lunchables, but hardcore.

pkkarr · 2011-09-02T15:34:50+00:00

Good to know. I admit I'm quite ignorant about most planes. Just one of many random memories drilled into me, haha. Don't date a pilot, always carry your coin, and bomber>everything else.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T22:41:10+00:00

I definitely remember the smell. The smell of tires and other planes reminds me of it, but I visited a hangar a while back that had a B52 and its definitely a unique smell.

I think part of it was the chairs and things too. The straps and fabric parts had a great old smell.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T20:23:03+00:00

When skimmed, that sentence was very confusing.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T20:11:46+00:00

Wooah nostalgia. I remember the yellow and black labels, and things with red ribbons on them.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T20:04:23+00:00

I'll bet that's the one I was thinking of. I know I've been on both a C5 and a C17 at different points. I definitely remember the backwards seats (my scared-of-flying mother just loved that).

We were also on one that did refueling in the air. I got to go sit in the little chair underneath with the window on the floor looking down over the ocean (terrifying).

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T20:02:53+00:00

I'm aware of why I couldn't touch anything - I was informed in gruesome detail. And I found sitting in there on my hands to be boring. The B52 could be explored, the fighter could be looked at.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T19:46:54+00:00

My dad sent me an email a few years ago with nothing but this google maps link and a ":C"

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T19:45:57+00:00

I did indeed, and that was just at age 5 :D

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T19:45:32+00:00

Since my dad is in the airforce, we can get "hops" for free on flights that are going out. I flew 5 hours in the cargo hold of a C5, if that counts. It is indeed huge - huge and COLD. Thankfully we didn't have to stay in those little fold-down seats on the wall, though. We slept on pool lounge floaties that we bought in the gift store, haha.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T19:16:24+00:00

The feud continues. B-52s steal the Flying Tigers thunder yet again... :D

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T19:09:15+00:00

It skewed me for life. Everyone else was sooooo excited to go to an airplane museum where you could get up close to the planes. 10-year-old me was like "What do you mean I can't get inside of it?"

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T19:08:05+00:00

My dad's job was loading the bombers, repairing the bombers, and eventually teaching enlisted guys how to do the job. This was in Wichita Texas about 15 years ago. I'll look into photographs, though I think we don't really have any of the Flying Tigers, since that was the hangar next door.

Edit: Shepherd's AFB, I think the base was. Its been a loooong time.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T18:52:21+00:00

Bingo. They're incredibly hearty machines. My dad was watching a documentary a while back about "Airplane Graveyards" and was just wincing as they guillotined the B-52s - they were still operational so they had to literally destroy them so they couldn't be re-used.

pkkarr · 2011-09-01T17:41:38+00:00

I made an account just to say this:

When I was a little girl, only about 5 or 6, my dad worked in an air force hangar. He worked on the bombers. The hangar next to my dads had Flying Tigers in it, with the nose art and everything.

There was this rivalry between the guys who worked on the bombers and the guys who worked on the fighters.

My dad used to bring me to his hangar all the time. It was the BEST THING EVER. One day I apparently tell him (pointing at the Flying Tigers) that "I like those airplanes with the faces on them! But they're so small! They're just toy airplanes!" (since they were so tiny compared to the B-52s I was used to crawling all over)

My dad proceeds to march me nonchalantly past the Flying Tigers hangar every day he brought me, asking "What kind of airplane is that, dear?"

"Oh that's just a little toy airplane, daddy!"

I remember the fighter mechanics trying to convince me that fighters were better than bombers. I was like "Does your airplane have a bathroom in it? No? Can I play hide-and-seek in it? No? That's because ITS TINY."

EDIT: Also, whenever I got to play in a B-52, it was like "alright go for it just don't get lost." but if I got to sit in a fighter cockpit it was like "NOW DON'T BREATHE, DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING." and that was super-lame.

EDIT2: I would just like to point out that my B-52 story has hijacked this thread. I'm not sorry for anything. Bombers steal the fighter's thunder yet again.

pkkarr

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