Dear All Pilots,
If you are going to pilot a CZECH MILITARY JET around Alaska in
winter, do not do so in a blizzard. Without filing a flight plan.
And if you do, do not
crash the jet.
Into my island.
Three blocks from my house. Narrowly missing the giant oil
tanks at the docks.
The airport is on the next island over, folks, NEXT ISLAND OVER. Ya can't miss it, it's got flashing lights you can see from space. Crash there ALL YOU WANT.
People, I'm already living in a Bruce Sterling novel enough as it is, without having an ex-Soviet
Aero Vodochody L-39 minijet falling out of the sky on me!
WU-TANG.
Re:Status report
TorgoX on 2006-01-26T21:24:43
No restaurants were harmed in the making of this crash.Other things very narrowly missed: the old folks' home ("Pioneers' home"), a diner, a hotel, a supermarket, and some houses, one of which houses The Big Friendly Dog That Patrols The Block. And some people and stuff.
Re:Did I miss the part where you explained why a
TorgoX on 2006-01-27T09:32:36
Apparently once Jesus Pope Reagan forever won the War On Communism (Except For Our Friends In China), the Czechs just started selling these planes to anyone who wanted them.And so a "company in Las Vegas" bought one, and this supposedly involved a rich idiot who liked to just "take 'er out for a spin" every now and then. Blah blah blah poor life choices blah blah blah Darwin, and BOOM.
I was actually asleep when it went KBLOOMSKI; but the neighbors have been having some construction done, so I just sort of figured the sound was their builderslave dropping something, and I rolled over and went back to sleep; but then the very unusual and persistent sounds of a rescue helicopter buzzing the area (looking for the ejected pilot?) woke me right up. Helicopters flying low are very rare here (no LAPD here!), much less one making the angry-engine sounds of having to fight to stay up in a blizzard.
Still, the sheer nastiness of the blizzard kept me in the whole day.
I went to the supermarket today, and the whole area behind the supermarket, where the crash happened, was cordoned off, with camo-suit guys running around. And it smelled a bit of jet fuel. And I couldn't take my usual stairstreet home, because apparently the bottom of it was pretty zorched from the crash! And so it was all roped off. That was weird.
*boggle*
