What is something you've done that you believe very few other people have done? Only one caveat: it can't be interesting, cool, or jealousy-provoking.
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That's quite a resume. You're hired for...something.
Hired as chief survivor. Top notch being alive. Continuing to breathe beyond all expectations.
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I once come up with a theory that everyone sees their feet the same size.
Because if they're large you're tall and further from them, and if they're small you're short and closer.
I've used a variant of melatonin for my online handle in various spaces, your name threw me off for a second. Was like, I'm pretty damn sure I'm not melatonin here.
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I fell out of an aeroplane with no parachute and lived.
Was sweeping the little Cessna out when i stepped back missed the step and went arse over head into the tarmac.
I fell out of an aeroplane with no parachute and lived.
Imagine if the airplane was actually in mid flight tho!
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I've used a variant of melatonin for my online handle in various spaces, your name threw me off for a second. Was like, I'm pretty damn sure I'm not melatonin here.
I am chronically sleepy, so I use it here and there.
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I'll start. I watched every minute of Francis Ford Coppola's "Megalopolis".
Just finished... it made me think of this topic.
I was on a plane that made an emergency landing. It was a lot less scary or exciting than it sounds. Our plane was leaking hydraulic fluid, so we diverted to a closer airport to land while the landing gear could still be lowered with hydraulics. The landing was uneventful, but I did get to see a flash of emergency vehicles with their lights on along the runway.
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I'll start. I watched every minute of Francis Ford Coppola's "Megalopolis".
Just finished... it made me think of this topic.
Been in a plane crash.
It was a Beech 18 that experienced fuel starvation on climb out. The pilot raised the gear and belly landed it in a freshly tilled corn field off the end of the runway. It was a lot like being in a car accident, just lasted longer with a lot more rending metal noises. The port engine was ripped off and was sitting about 50 feet behind where the plane came to rest.
It wasn't cool, believe me...
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I failed linear algebra twice and barely passed the third time.
They said very few people
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Cool? Definitely not, or at least I don't think so. And I very seriously doubt anyone would be jealous.
I used to go up in the mountains by myself. Bare minimum supplies, like a knife, the clothes on my back, and an emergency pack for "in case shit", that if I had to touch, the trip was over. I also went armed because shit can happen.
Now, I did this for years, and it was very rare for anything bad to happen at all, and the worst stuff wasn't life threatening except once. I'd run across bears, a few crazy people, maybe twist an ankle or some such.
But that one time.
So, there's a feral dog problem. They've interbred with what's called the eastern coyote, which itself is supposedly a mix of coyote, wolf, and a little dog.
The eastern coyote is rarely a problem. Small family groups, avoid people. If you see them at all, it's unusual.
But when they mix with dogs, and those dogs are feral, the packs get bigger and they tend to not be scared of humans.
Well, I was cooking a fish I caught during one summer when the weather had been dry, and small animal populations were low.
The smell brought a pack in. Enough of them that they tried to circle me in and come at me after the fish I threw to them wasn't interesting enough.
I had 14 rounds on me, and I needed most of them. The first couple of shots missed because I was fucking terrified. At that point, I'd never taken any training for shooting under pressure, so I was panic breathing and shaking hard.
You'd think the sound of a 45 going off would have scared them off, but it didn't. I dropped a couple of them, swapped mags and dropped two more before the rest ran off. One of them, I had to finish because I didn't get a clean shot because it was early in the half a minute it all took.
I hiked my ass back out as soon as I could stop shaking and keep my legs under me. And I did the hike with a nice wet spot because I pissed myself a little.
Went to the ranger station, reported it, did all that crap and went home.
Now, there was also a less dramatic event not maybe ten miles away where I found a body. Suicide, shotgun vs head. That was not fun either; but plenty of people have found dead bodies. Those were the two worst things I ever had happen up there on my own.
It does make for a cool story.
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I fell out of an aeroplane with no parachute and lived.
Imagine if the airplane was actually in mid flight tho!
Well, stepping out in that scenario generally isn't advised.
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They said very few people
I’ve never heard of anyone having issues with that course. To me it was just complete gibberish. I couldn’t even tell you about matrices.
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I fell out of an aeroplane with no parachute and lived.
Imagine if the airplane was actually in mid flight tho!
Probably would have hurt less haha
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I'll start. I watched every minute of Francis Ford Coppola's "Megalopolis".
Just finished... it made me think of this topic.
I might be the only American to have applied for a light sport flight instructor certificate on physical paper, and I believe I caused an update to the IACRA system.
For those unaware, IACRA is the system for applying for airman certificates online. Instead of mailing a paper 8710 to Washington you fill it out on one of the US government's many shitass fuckchild web 0.8 websites. The FAA isn't as bad as the FCC on that front but shew buddy.
I was applying for a light sport flight instructor certificate. One of the prerequisites for this is a credential in the Fundamentals of Instruction. Per the FARs, this can be:
- A passing score on an FAA FoI knowledge test (70 or better) within the last 24 months
- Holder of at least a Basic Ground Instructor certificate
- A state issued teacher's certificate for grade 7 or higher, or
- A job as a college professor
I had taken and passed the FoI test, but the 24 month mark was rapidly approaching before I could arrange the practical test, so I took the BGI test (which is another knowledge test) flew to the FSDO in Greensboro, filled out a form, and one clammy government handshake later I was a ground instructor. Ground instructor certificates don't expire so that effectively eliminated the time constraint on the FoI test result.
Checkride time approached, it was time to fill out the 8710...IACRA had no way of accepting a BGI certificate number as the FoI prerequisite. It was designed to only accept a LaserGrade test result, there wasn't a way to use the other legal prerequisite types. So I had to print out a physical 8710 and mail it to Washington. Last I heard of the matter, my DPE let me know she had contacted somebody at the FAA about the matter, so teachers, professors and ground instructors should be able to correctly apply for a flight instructor certificate now.
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I'll start. I watched every minute of Francis Ford Coppola's "Megalopolis".
Just finished... it made me think of this topic.
I used to believe there were a ton of things that the universe decided to fuck me in particular. Turns out, it was autisim.
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Cool? Definitely not, or at least I don't think so. And I very seriously doubt anyone would be jealous.
I used to go up in the mountains by myself. Bare minimum supplies, like a knife, the clothes on my back, and an emergency pack for "in case shit", that if I had to touch, the trip was over. I also went armed because shit can happen.
Now, I did this for years, and it was very rare for anything bad to happen at all, and the worst stuff wasn't life threatening except once. I'd run across bears, a few crazy people, maybe twist an ankle or some such.
But that one time.
So, there's a feral dog problem. They've interbred with what's called the eastern coyote, which itself is supposedly a mix of coyote, wolf, and a little dog.
The eastern coyote is rarely a problem. Small family groups, avoid people. If you see them at all, it's unusual.
But when they mix with dogs, and those dogs are feral, the packs get bigger and they tend to not be scared of humans.
Well, I was cooking a fish I caught during one summer when the weather had been dry, and small animal populations were low.
The smell brought a pack in. Enough of them that they tried to circle me in and come at me after the fish I threw to them wasn't interesting enough.
I had 14 rounds on me, and I needed most of them. The first couple of shots missed because I was fucking terrified. At that point, I'd never taken any training for shooting under pressure, so I was panic breathing and shaking hard.
You'd think the sound of a 45 going off would have scared them off, but it didn't. I dropped a couple of them, swapped mags and dropped two more before the rest ran off. One of them, I had to finish because I didn't get a clean shot because it was early in the half a minute it all took.
I hiked my ass back out as soon as I could stop shaking and keep my legs under me. And I did the hike with a nice wet spot because I pissed myself a little.
Went to the ranger station, reported it, did all that crap and went home.
Now, there was also a less dramatic event not maybe ten miles away where I found a body. Suicide, shotgun vs head. That was not fun either; but plenty of people have found dead bodies. Those were the two worst things I ever had happen up there on my own.
I really appreciate your honesty. You absolutely could re-tell this story to make yourself look like a cool rugged survivalist, but I imagine you didn't much feel like one in the moment.
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I'll start. I watched every minute of Francis Ford Coppola's "Megalopolis".
Just finished... it made me think of this topic.
I used to think that all the times I had to survive drowning were unique, until I met my coworker who almost drowned to death in the same wavepool as me, despite us growing up in two seperate states a few hundred miles apart.
I still hope drowning three times is fairly uncommon, but at least one of those pools is just hella dangerous I guess.
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I really appreciate your honesty. You absolutely could re-tell this story to make yourself look like a cool rugged survivalist, but I imagine you didn't much feel like one in the moment.
Man, I felt like dinner in the moment.
Being honest though, I sometimes tell the story like an adventure tale, right until the end.
Give details, all the flashes of memory that come with it, hype the story. Then, at the very end, describe the pee dripping down my leg in as much detail.
It's one of those stories I had to tell for years, because telling it as a story breaks down the horror of it in my head. You tell a story like that enough times, you kinda blur the emotional edges off of it, and it loses power. Nowadays, it's just another story, luckily.
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I used to think that all the times I had to survive drowning were unique, until I met my coworker who almost drowned to death in the same wavepool as me, despite us growing up in two seperate states a few hundred miles apart.
I still hope drowning three times is fairly uncommon, but at least one of those pools is just hella dangerous I guess.
They say it's peaceful, I can't imagine that's true.
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They say it's peaceful, I can't imagine that's true.
Everything that happens right before is panic inducing, so the actual death part is peaceful by comparison.
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I once hiked onto a mountain barefoot because of a bet with a friend, it took me 3 1/2 hours untl I have reached the summit.
Did you hike off it barefoot too, or did you pack shoes?
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I caught a (wild) rabbit with a bucket.
It was running from a dog and fell into a window well. It almost made it out on it's own when I climbed down (it was about 8 feet deep).
So I set the opening of the bucket against the wall with a small gap, to give it somewhere to hide, then went to the other end of the window well, and it crawled right in. Covered it with a towel and lifted it right on out.
I caught a sailcat catfish at night at the beach by hand (no gear). I have also caught some snook, bluegill, blue catfish and bass by hand but it was in a small lake that was drying up and overheating.
