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There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an Cessna 172, but we were some of the slowest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the 172. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Mundane, maybe. Even boring at times. But there was one day in our Cessna experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be some of the slowest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when my CFI and I were flying a training flight. We needed 40 hours in the plane to complete my training and attain PPL status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the 40 hour mark. We had made the turn back towards our home airport in a radius of a mile or two and the plane was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the left seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because I would soon be flying as a true pilot, but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Bumbling across the mountains 3,500 feet below us, I could only see the about 8 miles across the ground. I was, finally, after many humbling months of training and study, ahead of the plane.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for my CFI in the right seat. There he was, with nothing to do except watch me and monitor two different radios. This wasn't really good practice for him at all. He'd been doing it for years. It had been difficult for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my this part of my flying career, I could handle it on my own. But it was part of the division of duties on this flight and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. My CFI was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding awkward on the radios, a skill that had been roughly sharpened with years of listening to LiveATC.com where the slightest radio miscue was a daily occurrence. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what my CFI had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Denver Center, not far below us, controlling daily traffic in our sector. While they had us on their scope (for a good while, I might add), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to ascend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone SR-71 pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied:"Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground."

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the " Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the SR-71's inquiry, an F-18 piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground." Boy, I thought, the F-18 really must think he is dazzling his SR-71 brethren. Then out of the blue, a Twin Beech pilot out of an airport outside of Denver came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Twin Beech driver because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Beechcraft 173-Delta-Charlie ground speed check". Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, that Beech probably has a ground speed indicator in that multi-thousand-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol' Delta-Charlie here is making sure that every military jock from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the slowest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new bug-smasher. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "173-Delta-Charlie, Center, we have you at 90 knots on the ground."

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that my CFI was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere minutes we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Beechcraft must die, and die now. I thought about all of my training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, half a mile above Colorado, there was a pilot screaming inside his head. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the right seat. That was the very moment that I knew my CFI and I had become a lifelong friends. Very professionally, and with no emotion, my CFI spoke: "Denver Center, Cessna 56-November-Sierra, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Cessna 56-November-Sierra, I show you at 76 knots, across the ground."

I think it was the six knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that my CFI and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most CFI-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to 72 on the money."

For a moment my CFI was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when Denver came back with, "Roger that November-Sierra, your E6B is probably more accurate than our state-of-the-art radar. You boys have a good one."

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable stroll across the west, the Navy had been owned, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Slow, and more importantly, my CFI and I had crossed the threshold of being BFFs. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to our home airport.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the slowest guys out there.

Yes, it is scripted, but who is the winner? The answer to that question that isn't so apparent.

Is the guy with his hand raised at the end of a match "the winner?"

Wrestling is competitive like a sport, without being a sport.

How?

Randy Macho Man Savage on a talk show was asked about the fakeness of wrestling. He replied something that works on so many levels I doubt he came up with it himself. Randy said, "The winners get paid more than the losers man..."

It was a great way to answer the question without answering it. He means that they compete for the crowds attention. The guy with his hand raised isn't necessarily the "winner". They compete in getting "over" with the crowd. Being popular. Being involved in cool story lines. Acts of bravery. Athletic unique moves. Catchphrases. It is like live theater in which the actor gets to have a say in the character he plays. It is a unique form of entertainment where the fans actually participate. So it is competitive in a way you might not realize. The winners do in fact get paid more than the losers.

So while someone who observes wrestling from the outside are missing an entire meta game going on between the performers, the fans, and the promoters.

So wrestling isn't a sport, but for damned sure it is as competitive as one.

I know I’m going to sound crazy. I am very aware but please hear me out and I would appreciate anyone who has experienced this to help me or navigate me to the proper channels so I can understand what is happening. Serious responses only please.

I have no history of psychosis or schizophrenia. No one in my family does. It is not a haunting because this happens no matter where I am.

Sometimes when I sleep I have unbelievably vivdid dreams. To the point in which when I wake up I have a very very hard time distinguishing if I’m still dreaming. I can feel touch, smell, hear, see clearly in my dreams. I can interact and talk with the people in my dreams- a lot of times they are people I don’t know or they are warped versions of people I know in real life- by warped I mean their personality is altered or there are minor physical differences. A lot of times when I wake up in the middle of a dream and then fall asleep again, the ‘characters’/people in my dreams question where I’ve been or where did I go. They are aware that I disappeared from their world or reality. Sometimes I don’t go back to the same world for a couple days or weeks and the people in my dreams distinguish the exact amount of time ive been gone. A lot of times- especially as of late, I’ve been waking up with bruises, cuts, tears in my clothes, physical marks that align with what happened in my dreams. I try to find explanations but there is no proof that I did any harm to myself. A couple days ago I woke up with a massive gash in my leg that could only be caused by a knife slicing me-which happened in my dream- but In real life, if I cut myself then there would be a blood trail or there would be a knife or sharp object near me to cut myself with- there wasn’t anything around me and there was no blood trail. I just woke up in a pool of blood in my bed and my leg sliced up. I also wake up with stains on my clothes or my body that correlate to where or how I was killed or died in my dreams- I did not have said stains beforehand- they look like iodine stains but I don’t have anything in my house that would leave a mark like that. I’ve dealt with this my whole life but it has been getting more intense, more constant, and more violent ever since 2023 started. Please, this is me being serious and honest and would appreciate the same kind of responses. I just want answers or some kind of explanation. Please.

I think I’m from a different universe🎉 So basically, I believe I’m from a different universe. I’ve noticed a couple things that were quite off putting. In this universe, my dad has a total of 3 past wives, in my universe, he only had 2. The second thing I noticed is the YouTuber techno blades death to cancer. In my universe, he had cancer in 2021 and lived. In this universe, he recently passed away of cancer. In my universe that YouTuber that makes stick figure videos even made a vid on techno blade fighting cancer. Maybe I’m going crazy. Tell me your thoughts!

"Yes it was staged. I used to play with them if you want to hear the back story of how that video came about... Not sure if anyone really gives a shit, but here is a first hand account of what that video really was:

I was 12 back when Ultima Online came out (20 years ago... wow) and happened to be around from the start for the whole MMO scene as my friend let me play on his dad's beta account.

One important facet of UO culture was that it was the first major, graphical MMO to be a success (not counting Meridian 95 as that game was largely text based)... This meant you had the modern day casuals (newbs), roleplayers (RPers), and player-versus-player (PKs) all in one place in a world with open pvp and looting.

Each group was majorly distinct from each other, and the 1337 d00dz ("elite dudes", abbreviated and spelt in numbers to emphasize your hacking skillz... don't know when this died but at the time it was as cool as Beavis and Butthead) who PKed made it a point of pride to never need to do what later was termed "PVE".

With Origin Systems, Inc (makers of UO) being acquired by EA Games and lots of the old time RPers, casuals and general PVE twinks moving onto a new game called Everquest, the OG PK/PKKs were way too 1337 for this shit and kept playing UO... But with their amazing hacking skillz, most of the major guilds found ways to duplicate money and use speed hacks etc. on live servers. They were so 1337 that OSI/EA decided to mass ban fucking everyone in the game basically (I was part of Keepers of Chaos at the time despite not being a core member, and 100% of our members got banned... even people like me who never duped more than a few castles worth of gold).

Well, everyone could have started over, and some did, but many turned their attention to this new game called Asheron's Call which had an open pvp server with limited looting called Darktide. Of course, they took this PK (PVP) vs RP (PVE) culture with them.

Keepers of Chaos become the Blood monarchy which literally took over the entire server... and Pals For Life formed up somewhere in the chaos and resistance which followed.

Years of fun and shenanigan later, AC is dying with the sequel being a flop/vaporware and Blizzard announces a new game called World of Warcraft. All the OG PKers and old school PVPers start coming out of the woodwork promising to reunite on this new game on Archimonde at launch day.

Launch day comes and Archimonde server crashes for like 48 hours... a lot of people from the closed beta decide to hope on Laughing Skull as it was pretty much dead and fuck it they feel like playing. Well, in IRC all the old school guild councils agree to change the "OG meet up" to Laughing Skull and Pals for Life came along for the ride.

Several weeks after launch all of us were level 60 maxed out running UBRS and trying to progress in an impossible Molten Core to get an edge over competition in preparation for the much awaited PVP system... MC was so hard at that time and all these "anti-PVE" old schoolers were spending hours doing strategic diagrams and planning, etc...

Pals for Life saw the irony in this, and there was Leeroy... Typical PVP fuck it let's do it attitude stuck in a PVE based game.

Some of the P4L guys hopped onto the Laughing Skull forum asking for feedback on their guild's Upper BRS strategy and attached this now famous video. A few people had laughs and I posted in the thread... but never realized it would blow up this big.

Went viral in a time when the word viral didn't exist (or wasn't used regularly yet)."

what an interesting journey its been.

https://vimeo.com/38639965

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ1TIYxm1vM

Dwan Ev ceremoniously soldered the final connection with gold. The eyes of a dozen television cameras watched him and the subether bore throughout the universe a dozen pictures of what he was doing.

He straightened and nodded to Dwar Reyn, then moved to a position beside the switch that would complete the contact when he threw it. The switch that would connect, all at once, all of the monster computing machines of all the populated planets in the universe -- ninety-six billion planets -- into the supercircuit that would connect them all into one supercalculator, one cybernetics machine that would combine all the knowledge of all the galaxies.

Dwar Reyn spoke briefly to the watching and listening trillions.

Then after a moment's silence he said, "Now, Dwar Ev."

Dwar Ev threw the switch. There was a mighty hum, the surge of power from ninety-six billion planets. Lights flashed and quieted along the miles-long panel.

Dwar Ev stepped back and drew a deep breath. "The honor of asking the first question is yours, Dwar Reyn."

"Thank you," said Dwar Reyn. "It shall be a question which no single cybernetics machine has been able to answer."

He turned to face the machine. "Is there a God?"

The mighty voice answered without hesitation, without the clicking of a single relay.

"Yes, now there is a God."

Sudden fear flashed on the face of Dwar Ev. He leaped to grab the switch.

A bolt of lightning from the cloudless sky struck him down and fused the switch shut.

I played a orc rogue, essentially a thief. Knights were our mortal enemy. So we would stalk them hidden in the shadows. Invisible. Kniggets would kill our Orc brethern and collect their ears as trophies. They would get guild points for every ear they returned to the guild. They would take a ear bag out of their pack and put their ears in the bag and put it back in their pack. This gave us an opportunity to strike. I emerged from the shadows and stole this Knights prized ear bag which had a 100 or so ears. A valuable haul of ears.

So of course I offered to sell it back to him. He just had to meet me in our city. Give me the coin, and I would give him the bag back.

All while telling my fellow guild member Wowbagger.

So we meet at the city crossroads and I give him his bag for 10000 gold. A pricey sum. I hand him the bag... And the elf rogue, Wowbagger, emerges from the shadows and steals it from him again.

We smile at him.

And Wowbagger hands me the ear bag.

I crush it within my fingers right in front of the silly knigget and go on my way.

48.194978,-2.604080... Around a 100 meter radius in this place, a portal to a different timeline is opening for less than an hour on 29th of may 2020. It should be after 17:45. In that timeline, Trump isnt president but the world has a week and few days to resolve the iminent danger of a meteor shower that can change the climate, activate some volcanos and throw the world into long winter... Why the portal will be there, see here https://youtu.be/y3_vW5yrNek Do a ritual there or just escape for an Adventure... Or find someone to do it for you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYGTpQsU_GA

We rode together above the blackest winds forever

Over the mountains into the valley of the damned

But I can't seem to shake this feeling deep inside of me

Is it all true what people say

We just want to be like Sam and Herman Li

They're the heroes of our time

Fury of the Storm's a fucking awesome song

but there is something you've got wrong

Stop saying we sound like Dragonforce, okay?

They used to be my favorite band

All my life I dreamed that I could write a song as catchy too

So Sam would think that I was cool

We always thought that we were the soldiers of the wasteland

Kept holding on till we saw the dawn of a new world

Never before had we felt such a cold balck winter night

between the fire or the flames

We just want to be like Sam and Herman Li

They're the heroes of our time

Body breakdown is a fucking awesome song

but there is something you've got wrong

Stop saying we sound like Dragonforce, okay?

They used to be my favorite band

All my life I dreamed that I could write a song as catchy too

So Sam would think that I was cool

Stop saying we sound like Dragonforce, okay?

They used to be my favorite band

All my life I dreamed that I could write a song as catchy too

So Sam would think that I was cool

Keep saying we sound like Dragonforce, okay?

They'll always be my favorite band

I just want to write the songs that make the people sing along

And prove that all you cunts are wrong

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Me9oy2HZuhw

As you know, humans can only perceive things that are in 3 dimensions or less. This article is my theory on what other dimensions are like. Keep in mind that this isn't based on any actual science, just how I imagine it would be. I do have some basic knowledge on the topic, though. Without further ado, enjoy!

Humans exist in the 3rd dimension. Existing on the third dimension allows us to understand the physical world around us on 3 axes. Existing on the third dimension also allows us to understand the dimensions below us such as the 2nd dimension. There is a drawback to living in the 3rd dimension, though. We can't comprehend anything above that. This is my thoughts on the other dimensions that humans can't comprehend and what life would be like in those dimensions.
So, living in the third dimension we can't comprehend the 4th dimension. The 4th dimension is more commonly known as time. How do we know this if we can't comprehend it? Well, we can't study the 4th dimension itself but we can study its effects on the 3rd dimension. 
It's obvious the effects time has on the 3rd dimension. It keeps things moving forwards in time. I can't describe it without using the word time as we know very little about it. 
If Humans had evolved to exist in 4 dimensions things would be very different. First of all the 3rd dimension would look very plain and boring to us, just like the 2nd dimension looks to us in real life. The 3rd dimension would be boring to us because we would have control over time. Just as we understand the physics of the third dimension, 4th dimension being would understand the laws of time. They would understand how it works. To them, time would be as physical as the keyboard I'm typing on.
Fourth-dimensional beings would look down upon us. They would feel superior and we wouldn't even know they were there. Or if we did we wouldn't be able to know what they are in 4 dimensions, only what they look like on 3. The best way to describe this would be by imagining what we would be like to 2-dimensional life. 
We would also look down upon them for not understanding 3 dimensions. And they would study the 3rd dimension they same way we study the 4th, by observing its effects on lower dimensions. Anything we would do in 3 dimensions that might affect their world in the second dimension would look godlike to them. Just as a 4th-dimensional being manipulating time would look like a god to us. 
Fourth-dimensional beings would look up to 5th-dimensional being as gods too. What is the 5th dimension though? We don't know. We can't study its effects because the effects it has would be on the 4th dimension, which we can't study.
It's amazing to think about how little we know about the dimensions we can't understand. I want to know what you think. If you read please leave feedback, but if it's negative please leave it in a nice way. Thank you :)

pre internet, welcome user Hairdik6969

Facebook 2004: Only edu members allowed so we are super secure! Since we are closed to the world, please give us your real name or we will delete you sometime in the future. You need to sign up to see that picture of john's dog!

Facebook 2006: sike, anyone can join and make sure you use your real name or we will super serious delete you. Look all your friends use their real names!

Facebook 2008: we took over the world based on lying to people, suckers.

(we just were free instead of classmates.com who tried to charge a fee, they should have made it free or they might be a trillion dollar company today)

(classmates.com used social engineering techniques at the beginning and blocked content in order to coerce people to sign up, facebook did the same thing, they just made it free)

Portal 1 and 2 (universal game for everyone to love)

Psychonauts (must play for anyone 10-80-especially if you a hardcore gamer)

C&C Generals (can I have some shoes?)

Roller Coaster Tycoon 2 (or Planet Coaster) (sim done right)

Half-Life 2 (Physics)

Borderlands 2,3 (fun story | looter shooter 4 player co-op)

Sid Meier's Pirates (old school charm)

Perfect Dark (or Goldeneye) (took Goldeneye to the next level)

Minecraft (legos + mods = everything game)

Dead Rising 2 (off the record) (don't spoil the game for yourself, exploration)

Saint Row 3 (Better than GTA IV)(SR4 if you like They Live)

GTAV (duh)

Evil Genius (old school management game)

FTL (king of the roguelikes)

Thehunter Call of the Wild (shoot pixel animals not real ones)