Club Q Q107-Loyalty Club (Southern ON Only) v4

[Spartacus]

53 weeks ago I stopped smoking cigarettes!
Break out weekend anniversary coming up.

Cheers to that Mechman!!! Congrats

[Spartacus]

Good morning my Q friends.
Congrats on your NEW BLUE HEART Gman.
Hoping to get pass to the Jingle Ball still waiting.

[The Jester]

In the Kingdom of Thailand
In the original native culture of Thailand , when males reached the age of 18, they had to participate in the following community ceremony:
They lay themselves stark naked in a large circle, feet facing inward. A beautiful young naked girl kneels over the ankles of each of the men. She places a blob of honey and various crushed sweet fruits around his navel to attract flies and insects. (This keeps them off his face during the ceremony.)
A specially chosen nubile and very beautiful naked girl then does a sexy and sensuous dance in the center of the circle.
As soon as all the men become fully aroused, the kneeling girls then reach over the knees, pull the erect penises downwards as much as they can and then, on a given signal from the central dancer, release them.
The men's penises would then spring back up and go "WHAP!" against their bellies.
This exercise was a measurement of the strength of their masculinity .... the man who killed the most flies was elected to the court of the Queen
And that, folks, is why the current capital of Thailand came to be named Bangkok !
I tried to check this out on Snopes and they said I was a pervert!

[rock lobster]

How perceptive of them!

[Mechman47]

Booked a room at the Inn, Isabella Hotel for tomorrow night.

556 Sherbourne St.

Guess I have to buy a ticket now, LOL

[Spartacus]

Booked a room at the Inn, Isabella Hotel for tomorrow night.

556 Sherbourne St.

Guess I have to buy a ticket now, LOL

WOW!!!!!! I zlept there one drunken night back in the late 70s. Memories. Well some blurry ones anyway.

[Knottythots]

Good afternoon. What did you guys do…, I go away for a few days and you paint everything white, was there a sale!! Woke up yesterday and all seemed to be fine. I texted my son who was filling in for me at work and he said it took him just under an hour to do the 15 minute trip; I should have taken that as a sign. About an hour later the power went out at the hotel. Then about 20 minutes later my phone pings, and an email says our flight has been delayed one hour, and now is at 12:40. Now we have time to kill but no power for breakfast. A little while later another ping… you guessed it… delayed another hour.We check on line and the airport has power so why not go to the airport, we can at least eat. While discussing this we keep losing cell phone reception, emails are not going through but can text sometimes, to my son. He checks on line and finds out a transformer has blown and that half of San Francisco’s down town core is without power. Forgot to say this is supposed to be the biggest storm to hit the area in 25 years and some areas are expecting 6” of rain. Of course California is in a drought so the ground is hard and does not absorb moisture.So the decision was to go to the airport so we finish packing up and …wait for …..Ping, another one hour delay, now 2:15. Now getting out of Sand Francisco was pretty good. Traffic flowed better without traffic lights and everyone making four way stops. Finally just before HWY 101 we get to an area with the power on.It was a steady rain but no downpours like you get here, but we were fine, “were” was the optimum word. Traffic comes to a stop on top of this hill and I look out, and for at least the 2 miles I can see, nothing moving. Well we crawl along for a while, and eventually we find a news radio station. Flooding is causing road closures…, dam don’t be us…, don’t be us, and yes it was us, f...k!A check of the map shows the closure is this side of the airport and we are on a spit of land between the ocean and a wetland. The only off ramps take you back to where we just came from. So all you can do is crawl along and hope they direct everyone off in the right direction. Three hours later, and many leg cramps later we managed to get off and find a way to the airport.Where the nice hertz people did not change me extra for the nice Mustang convertible even though we were over four hours late.So off and running with just over one hour to flight time.Got though fairly quickly till US customs, I was pulled aside and told to empty my back pack as they want to know what the hell was inside. You see at the Christmas party. I won a wall mount for a flat screen TV and it was in the backpack. I don’t know maybe the mounting screws and anchors looks a like suspisious.Any way got though with a few laughs and then off to get food, except that they are on strike.But they nice strikers direct us to a non union sandwich shop. After that it’s off to the gate, but no, the plane still has not arrived. It arrives and we board 40 minutes late. Well it loads in no time as everyone’s been waiting for hours. After a long wait and with two very unhappy babies in the seats right behind it pulls out onto to the runway where after what seems to be another long wait, we are told that they have been instructed to move to another runway.Now this other runway was not close, I thought he decided to drive home. So we stop somewhere and after 15 minutes the pilot comes on and says that we are too heavy and have to burn off fuel, 45 minutes later we start to move…yea! And we take off without any other delays and it now about 6:40... Oh happy days.And you would think this would be the end to this story... but oh no! So the plane lands about 11:40. And off to the terminal but we can’t get in because they are plowing the area, like they bloody know we were coming for the last half a day. So we get in to the gate, the seatbelt sign goes out so get up to get ready to leave and we wait and we wait. Then the captain comes on to say regulations state that a representative must be at the gate to me us, and one is on its way?Why the hell was one not waiting, I guess Air Canada was like us and figured we would never make it. THIRTY FIVE minutes later, and with people yelling to open the dam door, they finally open the door and if there was a rep we did not see them.Customs was quick and off to pick up the bags. The end of story…. Not bloody f...king likely.Bags started coming up very quick as I guess they were unloading as we stood in the dam plane.The first lot is claimed and then we waited and wait and then the carousel stopped and the flight on the board changed...what the!And half the people are still without bags and if you look around there’s no place to ask. Finally 25 minutes later it starts up again and our bags are there… now that must be the end of the story... no frigging way!!! Because it’s now 1:30 we have no ride, so we have to take an airport limo, well we walk out the doorand there we hundredsof people lined up, line up after line up after line up… what can you do but join the line. I tried calling the limo line up, that just put me in a line that was even longer. Then you see all these taxis that have dropped people off and are not allowed to pick people up and you just get pissed.Well I see this one slow down as he’s going by so I grab my bag barge though the crowd and say pop the trunk, I throw both bags in and we leave before people start going what the ****! Home by 2:00 up at six!When did Ticketmaster buy Air Canada or is it the other way around! But other that Thursday the trip was nice.I miss the crashing surf already.
End of the story….no really it is…I think… I think I need bloody drink!

[22hicks]

Wow KT, that's quite the 'horror' story !!! Maybe I shouldn't have clicked 'like'.
Glad the rest of your vacation was good, it almost makes up for the trip home.
Welcome back to our land of ice and snow.

[rock lobster]

BYE BYE SR-71 BLACKBIRD FROM AN SR-71 PILOT.......Very interesting read.... In April 1986, following an attack on American soldiers in a Berlin disco, President Reagan ordered the bombing of Muammar Qaddafi's terrorist camps in Libya .. My duty was to fly over Libya , and take photographs recording the damage our F-111's had inflicted. Qaddafi had established a 'line of death,' a territorial marking across the Gulf of Sidra , swearing to shoot down any intruder, that crossed the boundary. On the morning of April 15, I rocketed past the line at 2,125 mph. I was piloting the SR-71 spy plane, the world's fastest jet, accompanied by a Marine Major (Walt), the aircraft's reconnaissance systems officer (RSO). We had crossed into Libya , and were approaching our final turn over the bleak desert landscape, when Walt informed me, that he was receiving missile launch signals. I quickly increased our speed, calculating the time it would take for the weapons, most likely SA-2 and SA-4 surface-to-air missiles, capable of Mach 5 - to reach our altitude. I estimated, that we could beat the rocket-powered missiles to the turn, and stayed our course, betting our lives on the plane's performance. After several agonizingly long seconds, we made the turn and blasted toward the Mediterranean ... 'You might want to pull it back,' Walt suggested. It was then that I noticed I still had the throttles full forward. The plane was flying a mile every 1.6 seconds, well above our Mach 3.2 limit. It was the fastest we would ever fly. I pulled the throttles to idle, just south of Sicily , but we still overran the refueling tanker, awaiting us over Gibraltar ... Scores of significant aircraft have been produced, in the 100 years of flight, following the achievements of the Wright brothers, which we celebrate in December. Aircraft such as the Boeing 707, the F-86 Sabre Jet, and the P-51 Mustang, are among the important machines, that have flown our skies. But the SR-71, also known as the Blackbird, stands alone as a significant contributor to Cold War victory, and as the fastest plane ever, and only 93 Air Force pilots, ever steered the 'sled,' as we called our aircraft. The SR-71, was the brainchild of Kelly Johnson, the famed Lockheed designer, who created the P-38, the F-104 Starfighter, and the U-2. After the Soviets shot down Gary Powers U-2 in 1960, Johnson began to develop an aircraft, that would fly three miles higher, and five times faster, than the spy plane, and still be capable of photographing your license plate. However, flying at 2,000 mph would create intense heat on the aircraft's skin. Lockheed engineers used a titanium alloy, to construct more than 90 percent of the SR-71, creating special tools, and manufacturing procedures to hand-build each of the (40 planes.. (Wow ! ! ! 40 planes???? I thought only 7.) Special heat-resistant fuel, oil, and hydraulic fluids, that would function at 85,000 feet, and higher, also had to be developed. In 1962, the first Blackbird successfully flew, and in 1966, the same year I graduated from high school, the Air Force began flying operational SR-71 missions. I came to the program in 1983, with a sterling record and a recommendation from my commander, completing the weeklong interview, and meeting Walt, my partner for the next four years. He would ride four feet behind me, working all the cameras, radios, and electronic jamming equipment. I joked, that if we were ever captured, he was the spy, and I was just the driver. He told me to keep the pointy end forward. We trained for a year, flying out of Beale AFB in California , Kadena Airbase in Okinawa , and RAF Mildenhall in England .. On a typical training mission, we would take off near Sacramento , refuel over Nevada , accelerate into Montana , obtain a high Mach speed over Colorado , turn right over New Mexico, speed across the Los Angeles Basin, run up the West Coast, turn right at Seattle , then return to Beale. Total flight time:- Two Hours and Forty Minutes. One day, high above Arizona , we were monitoring the radio traffic, of all the mortal airplanes below us. First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers to check his ground speed. 'Ninety knots,' ATC replied. A Bonanza soon made the same request. 'One-twenty on the ground,' was the reply. To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio, with a ground speed check. I knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit, but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley, know what real speed was, 'Dusty 52, we show you at 620 on the ground,' ATC responded. The situation was too ripe. I heard the click of Walt's mike button in the rear seat. In his most innocent voice, Walt startled the controller by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet, clearly above controlled airspace. In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied, 'Aspen 20, I show you at 1,982 knots on the ground.' We did not hear another transmission on that frequency, all the way to the coast. The Blackbird always showed us something new, each aircraft possessing its own unique personality. In time, we realized we were flying a national treasure. When we taxied out of our revetments for take-off, people took notice. Traffic congregated near the airfield fences, because everyone wanted to see, and hear the mighty SR-71. You could not be a part of this program, and not come to love the airplane. Slowly, she revealed her secrets to us, as we earned her trust.. One moonless night, while flying a routine training mission over the Pacific, I wondered what the sky would look like from 84,000 feet, if the cockpit lighting were dark. While heading home on a straight course, I slowly turned down all of the lighting, reducing the glare and revealing the night sky. Within seconds, I turned the lights back up, fearful that the jet would know, and somehow punish me. But my desire to see the sky, overruled my caution, I dimmed the lighting again. To my amazement, I saw a bright light outside my window. As my eyes adjusted to the view, I realized that the brilliance was the broad expanse of the Milky Way, now a gleaming stripe across the sky. Where dark spaces in the sky, had usually existed, there were now dense clusters, of sparkling stars. Shooting Stars, flashed across the canvas every few seconds. It was like a fireworks display with no sound. I knew I had to get my eyes back on the instruments, and reluctantly, I brought my attention back inside. To my surprise, with the cockpit lighting still off, I could see every gauge, lit by starlight. In the plane's mirrors, I could see the eerie shine of my gold spacesuit, incandescently illuminated, in a celestial glow. I stole one last glance out the window. Despite our speed, we seemed still before the heavens, humbled in the radiance of a much greater power. For those few moments, I felt a part of something far more significant, than anything we were doing in the plane. The sharp sound of Walt's voice on the radio, brought me back to the tasks at hand, as I prepared for our descent.San Diego Aerospace Museum The SR-71 was an expensive aircraft to operate. The most significant cost was tanker support, and in 1990, confronted with budget cutbacks, the Air Force retired the SR-71. The SR-71 served six presidents, protecting America for a quarter of a century. Unbeknownst to most of the country, the plane flew over North Vietnam, Red China, North Korea, the Middle East, South Africa, Cuba, Nicaragua, Iran, Libya, and the Falkland Islands. On a weekly basis, the SR-71, kept watch over every Soviet Nuclear Submarine, Mobile Missile Site, and all of their troop movements. It was a key factor in winning the Cold War. I am proud to say, I flew about 500 hours in this aircraft. I knew her well. She gave way to no plane, proudly dragging her Sonic Boom through enemy backyards, with great impunity. She defeated every missile, outran every MIG, and always brought us home. In the first 100 years of manned flight, no aircraft was more remarkable. The Blackbird had outrun nearly 4,000 missiles, not once taking a scratch from enemy fire. On her final flight, the Blackbird, destined for the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum , sped from Los Angeles to Washington in 64 Minutes, averaging 2,145 mph, and setting four speed records.

[WolfDio]

Tomorrow is Dec. 13th... 12/13/14.

[heartgirl99]

Tomorrow is Dec. 13th... 12/13/14.

very cool!

[SillyLoocie]

Have a wonderful & exciting Friday night!

[heartgirl99]

53 weeks ago I stopped smoking cigarettes!
Break out weekend anniversary coming up.

congratulations, mechman!

[heartgirl99]

hope everyone had a good day.
looks like temps are going up. all this snow will prob melt by monday.

[22hicks]