Sigh. The interwebs conspired yesterday to make it impossible for me to blog. Stupid interwebs, and blog log in systems.

Today is Friday the 13th. More importantly, it's Top Gun day. So I have been far too busy quoting Top Gun to actually think of anything original to say.


Tower, this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby.
That's a negative, Ghost Rider, the pattern is full.

You just did an incredibly brave thing. What you should have done was land your plane! You don't own that plane, the tax payers do! Son, your ego is writing checks your body can't cash. You've been busted, you lost your qualifications as section leader three times, put in hack twice by me, with a history of high speed passes over five air control towers, and one admiral's daughter!

You're a hell of an instinctive pilot. Maybe too good. I'd like to bust your butt but I can't. I got another problem here. I gotta send somebody from this squadron to Miramar. I gotta do something here, I still can't believe it. I gotta give you your dream shot! I'm gonna send you up against the best. You two characters are going to Top Gun.

She's lost that loving feeling.
She's lo... No she hasn't.
Yes, she has.
She's not lost that lo...
Goose, she's lost it, man.
Come on! Aw sh... I hate it when she does that.

Take me to bed or lose me forever.