Pilots Take No Special Joy

I Believe That The Good Lord Gave Us A Finite Number Of Heartbeats And I'm Damned If I'm Going To Use Up Mine Running Up And Down A Street.

Start At The End And Work Back.

In Flying, The Probability Of Survival Is Inversely Proportional To The Angle Of Arrival.

I Fully Expected That, By The End Of The Century, We Would Have Achieved Substantially More Than We Actually Did.

I Guess Because Deejaying Has Become My Job, I Tend To Listen To Really Horrible Stuff On My Spare Time. If You Heard My Ipod You'd Be Like, "what The Hell?"