Omniverse One

Day one is now officialy over and I'm tired as fuck. The begining was easy, introductions and refreshing some of the old stuff - and then we got into it. My first job was as Planer, I fucking aced it - except for a few cassess of missing planes. But those were quickly found.

Then I was the executive controller, and I have to say, I'm amazed at how quickly one gets back into the game. I was quite nervous when I sat down to work, I figured I wouldn't be able to put two words together - let alone actually have a clue as to what I'm doing. But as soon as the first plane contacted me, I went into an almost automatic state -- I was giving instructions left and right. It was awesome.

And I didn't make too many mistakes, maybe a few little ones - like telling Air France to turn right from a heading of 150, to a heading of 330. Which is waaay too much.

All in all, today was a great day.

Outstandingly badass! That's a mighty awesome career you're setting yourself into, mang. You have the mighty powers of controlling airplanes with your very will! With great power comes great responsibility!

Christ.

I was finishing up work and readying to get to bed when there was a knock on the door. Turns out the girl next door just got dumped by her boyfriend. Before I know it, it's four hours, a whole bunch of tears and two bottles of wine later, I am supposed to be up in a few hours, and what did I ever do to deserve being used as an emotional punching bag in the first place?

When did my life turn into a sitcom kind of situation?

Man, I did not know that in Europe you counsel relationship problems with wine. That's totally classy.

Be careful you don't get tangled in the middle of all that messy stuff, mangs. Good lucks.

Are you friends in any way, Siege? Or did she just have no one else to turn to (friends, family, whatever) and just turned to the nearest affable neighbor instead?

At any rate, yeah, I do hope you don't get caught up in all the messy drama.

Yeah, we're quite good friends, and her family is... Well let's just say not exactly very available. So it's a combination of the two, I'd say.

In my experience, being an ear and an alcohol provider is rarely rewarding in any way except the spiritual. Of course, that's pretty nice, too, or it can be.

Heh. Yeah, you're right. Spiritual reward is fine with me though, I'm good friends with most of my neighbours and will gladly help them out in a bind, but in this particular case I'm not interested in anything, uh, more than that.

My dad saw a rat that was scurrying in the backyard so he got his Walther PPK and shot it. But the rat was still alive and, like, dragged its buckshot-perforated hide to safety so my dad released the hound and our doggie grabbed the big rodent in its mouth and hauled it around like a trophy. After dad finally got the dog to spit the rat out, he had me dispose of it.

I threw it into the neighbor's garbage can.

Now that is pest control!

Oh mangs, you should see Belgrade one the weekends -- It is fucking awesome. The booze, the women, the city. God I wish I lived here. Still I'm happy with two weeks. hehe

Pictures please, comrade!

Some of the pics I have on facebook mang. But I'll see if I can hook you guys up.

First to show you what I do.

The Simulator! The Map shows the airspace of Bosnia and Herzegovina.

and...


The second picture is me and a friend getting drunk together.

There are more, but I don't have time to upload right now.

Lets see if you can guess which one is me?

Well, I think I did pretty good on a modified Dungeons&Dragons game me and my friends had with me being the DM. It was a supposed to be a modern day survival horror game with a hopeless atmosphere of misery become just pure ridiculous. At the end of the game, one friend turned undead, but not before taking certain modified enlargement pills and needing stitches after taking what he thought was asprin from his redneck uncle's cabinet. My zombie friend's friend, a Muslim who had to temporarily replace my Mexican friend because he wasn't there at the game, was a rich bastard who pulled pranks on his butler Jiggens and had a diamond-encrusted knife as well as an AK in his back pocket. This guy stole zombie's redneck uncle's autographed romance author paintings and was about to go down to civilization to sell it when the ground fell down and had to join the rest of the party lead by a pastor. I even had a whole randomly generated map with certain attributes in each room. When the group went to their first room, it took almost an hour just to kill the whole swarm. My sister decided to use her chainsaw fuel to make a path of oil and light spiders on fire, who were in a single mass (boss mode!) by then. Unfortunately, the flaming spiders jumped around in panic. Two people didn't make it, one unmentioned friend and an NPC pastor, and they got poisoned and burned, but my friend equipped a peach ring on his finger to heal the poison. You know, those cheap sugar candies so easily bought in a convenient store. Yeah. As for the pastor, he used his fortitude to invoke the name of Jesus to kick the satanist spider taint out. Or kinda like that.

There was much much more, like rich bastard making remaining spiders dance by communicating with his nimble hands (put it as a skill) and sister's tough Jap high school girl with chainsaw humiliating zombie friend by kicking down a solid door down that he could not, but that is for another day.

Hmm...who is the most handsome of the two?



That was ridiculous. I have mice scurrying around the kitchen, and my three dogs just laze around. Sis even saw one scurry past one dog, who just watched it while laying back. Of course, when one rammed the same dog, she chased that mouse back out into hiding.

Dude, how does your dad have a gun?! Isn't there those crazy gun laws around in the Philippines on par with Great Britain? If it's quite open, I might consider going there to go rifle shopping

Plus four (4!) new (old) M4s! One for everyone in the family!

Amongst other weapons not included is ANOTHER Walther PPK, my dad's trusty SIG P226, a Smith & Wesson .38 Special, and a Browning semi-automatic shotgun.

So if you count the nationalities, we've got three Israeli guns, a bunch of European guns, and a fuckton of American M4s! Multinational!

Dude..I think I just stumbled on gun porn. I got an orgasm. That Sten gun thing just looks sexy. Man, and I thought the US was alone in our gun-loving ideals.

You should go to Mindanao. There we just had a local governor's private death squad kill a bunch of political opposition supporters and buried them in a mass grave dug by backhoes. Thankfully the shitpiece is now behind bars after the military came in and dug up a whole crapload of weapons caches in his mansion.

Thank god I don't live there. *phew*

Another country that has similar gun-loving ideals is Somalia.

(And those rifles of ours? Unlike your assault rifle bans, ours are still fully automatic. )

EDIT:

Those guns are all registered and stuff. BTW, that "Sten gun thing"? That's the SIG MP-310 and its magazine can swivel! You can swivel the magazine to be parallel with the barrel, but obviously you can't shoot the gun like that. But still.

I'm almost jealous, man.

MP-310 You can fold its magazine!

You need to bundle all those up in a rug; pull on a skull t-shirt and go to war on local crime: SHROOMISHER!

Then I get locked up and wage my war on whores in prison, on the Thriller-dancing convicts! Oh man!

The guy on the right of course.

Shroom , I want your guns! All I have is my dad's AK hidden somewhere in the shed.

Man I totally ruled today, the sim went great. I had an emergency decompression, this one plane who was flying above two others went down without giving notice, he didn't radio, he didn't turn on the emergency code, nothing - he just went straight down. Luckily I noticed and reacted fast.

I alerted the other two planes and told them to get the fuck out of dodge. They made it just in time, but it was a close one. The one responsible, a lufthansa plane, called me three minutes later and informed me of the problem - a bird strike. Yeah right, there are no fucking birds at FL350, unless they are some kind of mutant super birds, but hey it's only a simulation, who cares.

I just sent him to Belgrade for landing.

Get out of my sky! I'm sick of all these motherfucking birds in my motherfucking plane! Goddamn Lufthansa!

You know, when you first told me you were taking simulators, I thought they placed you in one of those big machines that simulated cockpits or something. The ones that moved and stuff. Even though you weren't, like, flying airplanes but just bossing them around.

Germans. hehe Man we get some funny situations on the sims.


Thats a simulator for pilots, I've seen those - even been in one. But I work on others, the radar simulator - you've seen the pictures.

This fucking sucks.

My relatives, grandpa, uncle, auntie, grandma, whatever, came to the house yesterday and are staying for a month at least. AMYWAY, thirty minutes after setting foot on the house and after the cheerful greetings, they promptly start their tired and chronic bickering and shouting at each other. It's ALWAYS like this, they're so fucking NOISY! Jesus. They can't communicate in a human fashion at all, it always degenerates to bickering and noise-making with these ugh-people.

So, an hour before I'm supposed to report for NUERSING, my grandma walks down the stairs and falls on her hip, and so we're trying to right her up and THEN she and my auntie continue neurotically harping and harping at each other. God damn it. As if a fractured femur wasn't enough. It's terrible. God. With my goddamn auntie she's always yakking and yakking and yakking. Jesus Christ. It gets worse when she's around my goddamn grandparents. And NOW grandma's fucking incapacitated so I've got to do nuersing at HOAM! WHILE AUNTIE AND COMPANY GO ON AND ON AND ON WITH THEIR NEUROTIC RAMBLING!

Fucking hell. Fuck this. I hate goddamn relatives.

God, I'm gonna have to deal with this forever. Ugh. Gah. I wish it was my face that got fractured.

Goddamn it! SIX WHOLE HOURS OF POWER OUTAGE?!

Is the Philippines running out of power stores or what. First there were the near-daily one- to two-hour brown outs for the past few days, and I could take those. But Six whole hours? On a workday?! It doesn't help at all that the school I work in has poor thermal ventilation, so nearly every room turns into an oven after a few minutes of the airconditioning cutting out.

Seriously, I was sweating like hell and the productivity of my students was down to basically zilch. Nearly all of the high school class had to be moved to the better-ventilated cafeteria and library, and even then it was still hot as hell. shit, I hope this isn't a daily thing. And I hope it doesn't get worse. It's too hot a country here to work without some decent temperature control.