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I just picked up NordVPN (paid for 2 years cause it’s so cheap, relatively) and am loving how it easily lets me pipe into my Plex server that’s on its own network to manage downloads with the VPN on. The mesh network is great. And the VPN is so damn fast. I was using RiseUp and donating to it, but it was so slow and made working with my machine and downloading a huge pain in the ass.

Just to make sure you see it, he’s doing more than looking into it. He’s on the last step to reclassification and the final decision rests with the DEA.

https://www.cnn.com/2024/01/12/health/marijuana-rescheduling-fda-review/index.html

ETA: ETA: it also seems you didn’t read the article where it specifically states that Biden ordered the process to reschedule to begin?

He’s already working on it. He’s asked HHS to reevaluate it and they have, affirming that it should be reclassified. It now rests with the DEA

https://www.cnn.com/2024/01/12/health/marijuana-rescheduling-fda-review/index.html

The president can’t just unilaterally reschedule a drug. He’s got to work within the framework of the controlled substances act, which he’s been doing and is now on the last step to reclassification.

ETA: it also seems you didn’t read the article where it specifically states that Biden ordered the process to reschedule to begin?

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.

Nah, they’ve been doing that for years. In the two years since I first got my service at my house I went from 200gig to 800gig with no price increase. It’s p SOP these days when network upgrades take place in your area.

Am I naive to hope that a majority dem house would suddenly get productive between now and the election?

Missed my 20th, but went to my 21st (all my friends were a class behind me anyway) and it was genuinely good. Which surprised me a lot.

Not sure where I found it anymore lol.

But here’s the one I have saved:

I don’t think this needs any clarification.

I think you underestimate how milquetoast most ‘liberals’ in the US are…

There are definitely multiple factors.

But money dysmorphia isn’t one of them.

What you’ve described is a solid parallel to several aspects of my own life, albeit mine are less disruptive. But I’m reasonably confident it’s an interplay between my ADHD and bipolar that lead to the behaviors. Now that I’m properly medicated, it’s much less of an issue for me.

Not saying you have either, but definitely worth investigating the mental health side of things considering this sounds properly disruptive, which is the line for something being a ‘condition’.

ADHD was my first thought. This is very similar to how I am with most things, namely how I entertain myself. My situation is much less disruptive, but equally frustrating.

It’s also possible it could be tied to bipolar disorder or maybe an interplay between the two (I’ve been diagnosed with both).

It’s definitely worth the time for OP to go to a therapist and/or psychologist to discuss these issues.

Well that’s a hell of a development. This whole thing has been laid solely at the feet of Boeing when it was also Alaska’s fault.

It started with the fucked up aircraft production.

The finished with Alaska choosing not to perform maintenance it knew it needed.

The good news is that this has brought to light some major deficiencies in both the aircraft manufacturing and airline maintenance failings. Two things that would not have been highlighted has Alaska done their due diligence and discovered this issue when they should have.

Why would I stay in touch with family? Those people suck.

Greenbrier is really nice too. But yea, no debauchery is gonna happen there considering there’s really nothing remotely nearby. But the tour of the military installation underneath is really fucking rad.

Oh my god, no they’re not. The vast majority of the issues being reported on right now are maintenance issues that are the responsibility of the airline.

Boeing needs to get its shit together but 33 QA failures is pretty damn small in the literal thousands of QA checks that go into the production of every aircraft. Flying is still the safest means of travel, even on a Boeing aircraft.

They’re great. I’ve got one and love making popcorn with it.

And I just got a new sub on Facebook. Thank you.