Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Oooooh, that's a good question!!
Miss Janis left a comment below in the post where I referred to her as 'Lucy's mama'. She said Lyman's mom told her she wouldn't be a good people mommy, due to the fact that she's too hovering.
Maybe so, said me, but she'd make a fine helicopter.
WHICH LED TO her idea that we needed us a new quiz here at the Possumblog Center for Personality Exploration--namely, what sort of airplane are you?
For my own part, I have always had a particular fondness for WWII aircraft, having built hundreds of scale models as a youngster. Gotta say I think of myself as a P-47D. An enormous, loud, flying anvil. Not sexy like a P-51, or graceful like a Spit, or maneuverable like a Zero--just 2,400 horses, hauling 17,000 pounds of fun. Incredible aircraft.
(I also will occasionally pretend to be a Hellcat, or a Skyraider.)
So then, what sort of airplane are you? No matter if you're a Pitts Special, or a Staggerwing Beech, or an A-10, leave a comment and the reason why you are what you are.
And please clean up any leaking fluid from the hangar floor before you leave.
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