AyreTymez Domestic

Usually, I have a ton and a half of projects going all at the same time. Why? It's not that I need extra stress, or that releef of my breefs is not warranted. Heck the last time that I got down serious about any kind of mating rituals was in 2001 in Layton, when some gal on MySpace, the old MySpace said she was coming out to see me. RIGHT!! Like I've heard that before.

The udderance usually is followed by can you send me a gift card? Phone Card, or some other source of currency to secure their loyalty. Its always a rip off, and one I won't subscribe to again, but I'm getting off my vector here.

Thing is; I was on MySpace, and this bug-eyed gal from Jersey, says she wants to join up with me. Okay, not thinking anything about it, here she came. Arrived in Layton Utah by Taxi, at the worst snowstorm in Layton Utah history, as I was just settling into a warm relaxing bubble bath.

So stockings and all, we spent a good week, of mating. The thing is I scrubbed that, when she spent 80% of the rest of her time, hustling up other guys on that MySpace. That was the last episode of domestic mating I have done since. Even the other day when that was nearly a condition, I had muscle spasms that I couldn't then nor now explain. So with that said, 

I created a couple of groups on good old facebook, which is becoming about as much outdated as the old Myspace. 

The Group is called Casual Ayre.

Casual Ayre is a place where us with our head in the clouds, and butt planted in a cockpit, can go to just express ourselves about things we just find interesting, obscure, and even just pleasurable. Where did you fly to, today? How was your annual FAA phys? Do women's flPheete smell? Even things as ridiculous as why does Utards drive so dern stupid? Basic: 

Any more I'm more fly than toew 

 but I still toew. Hey gotta make cash to buy gas during the winter, when upward momentum at 20,000 feet isn't possible. I take care of the domestic, and business affairs of the WolfPack, as my main MOS. In the rest of my day if I have time I tend to things for and of both OUR Hazzard County, including the Hazzard County Knytes. 

 Since I'm one of the last living founders of such. Sure big Jon, is still President, but Big Jon is in his 70's, and still mowing lawns and golf courses. Why don't the appoint someone else? The President of the club can only be replaced if said sitting President dies. It's easy to get in the organization, the only way out is by the hand of our OSI or at least nature, such as illness. 

What it was, ain't what it is and when fb get's a hard on against you

 

A wise and intelligent person once said, for every road that leads you away from home, there's at least 2 that leads you back. The problem is what do you do when home isn't home anymore? Things slightly askew, costs of simple things like food, housing, go up. Property values change. There's no fixin it.

A few weeks ago, for some obscure reason, the illustrious facebook Artificial Intelligence, took our pages offline. Yup plum off. Put me of all people on a restrictive account status, and still can't access our pages. Not groups, the PAGES. Why? I couldn't for the life of me finger out why. Could it be something I wrote? Must have been. According to the slim amount of 411 I could glean, the post was placed on a follower's timeline. Oops. Did I do that? No. But FB did. So, for two months, no Pages updates, no follow-through on any project involving facebook at least our account. Nothing. But hey its facebook. Cain't live with it, cain't do much without it. Thing is, if this Artificial Intelligence is so intelligent, and facebook soaking up everything about you. Why the pea Picker, cain't the critter, follow with knowledge previously gained elsewhere? 

Which begs the question, and I've threatened to do it many times, but if you did plan a trip, to the silicon town by the bay, went to the gates of all those dorky computer sources and went in with the express idea of doing a Walking Tall imitation, of Bufford Pusser and planted a half sized log of lumber against the cranium, of one of those dorky tech kids' head to correct the sitch with YOUR account, would they let you in? 

Boggles the mind. 

See you all mennyanna

L8R Aviators

It isn't soup yet.

Wonders never cease. Finally got a place for studio. Which means 80% of what we need to do here is near compleete. It has not been an easy flyte, but we got-r-did anywhoose.

Freezing, smelling like the inside of a cattle wagon, mostly of urine of not being able to clean up proper. Then, being the next frontier of exhaustive 6 kissing but again got-r-did.

I do need to thank the crew at the Pilot/Flying J out on Bear River Drive for their kindness. Which brings me to a question and inquiry . If you can siphon funds on the cash benefits side of a EBT/S.N.A.P. card from a bank, and you drop below the $20.00 balance, but still have $11.00 in the account, should you not be able to access those funds? Directly from the merchant your patronizing your SNAP benefits from? According to all sources the answer is yes. However for some unknown obscure reason nope. It's not just Wyoming, or slightly mentally challenged Evanston Wyoming, I've ran into this sitch, even in Utah and Idaho. The fact is  there is insufficient training with minimum wage employees that can't hardly walk and chew Skoal at the same time to figure out there is a cash benefits side of a EBT/S.N.A.P card. Usually, the amount is $30.00 as in Wyoming, or $ 60.00 as in Idaho. The benefit is for transportation, asswipe, and some foods at the store as in the Deli. It's also for diapers for the so inclined, co-pays at the Doctor and or Pharmacists and yes Gasoline. So why can't one use it? Further informational research needs to be done.

All in all, it's been a very rough, sky to fly, but agin, Gitn-It-Did.

L8R Aviators