Friday, January 18, 2008
From the Air
Good evening. This is your Captain. We are about to attempt a crash landing.
Please extinguish all cigarettes. Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position.
Your Captain says: Put your head on your knees.
Your Captain says: Put your head in your hands.
Put your hands on your hips. Heh heh.
This is your Captain--and we are going down. We are all going down, together.
And I said: Uh oh. This is gonna be Some Day.
Stand by. This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time. And this is the record of the time. Uh--this is your Captain again.
You know, I've got a funny feeling I've seen this all before.
Why? Cause I'm a caveman.
Why? Cause I've got eyes in the back of my head.
Why? It's the heat. Stand by.
This is the time. And this is the record of the
time.
This is the time. And this is the record of the time.
Put your hands over your eyes. Jump out of the plane.
There is not pilot. You are not alone. Stand by.
This is the time. And this is the record of the time.
This is the time. And this is the record of the time.
# posted by Lulu Maude @ 11:15 AM 
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You know you're eager to get someplace when you take pics of the descent.
Having broken bread with you in San Francisco, I know from personal experience that you come alive in NoCal. We all do.
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Having broken bread with you in San Francisco, I know from personal experience that you come alive in NoCal. We all do.
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