Apparently, a worker at Seattle International Airport got into the cockpit of a Horizon Air Q400 plane and took off down the runway. When the tower realized there was a rogue plane the fighter jets were summoned. For a good thirty minutes, the random guy did loop-the-loops and uncontrolled rolls without any pilot training what-so-ever. His flight plan looked like this…
The fighter jets followed the plane whilst the tower kept in communications with the guy in the cockpit. They were trying in vain to guide him to a nearby military airstrip so they could help him land. Sadly, it was not meant to be. The plane crashed. It has yet to be confirmed whether the plane ran out of fuel or if he deliberately ditched it. Either way very sad for his family.
I just want to put it out there, I don’t understand air guitarists. Seriously, if you can’t play a real guitar step away from the stage. Apparently, this month is Air Guitar National Championships in New York. What are the judges looking for, you may well ask? Evidently not a friggin guitar! According to the article, I am currently reading, it all comes down to “technical merit, stage presence and the “ineffable quality of airness.” What the hell does “technical merit” mean? They DON’T have a FRGGIN guitar. People, get jobs or take some guitar lessons…anything.
Stephen King doesn’t just write scary novels he has also produced children with a keen eye for a good mystery. Joe Hill (aka Stephen King’s son) believes he may have solved a 1974 murder mystery by watching the movie Jaws. Apparently a woman who appears as an extra in a crowd scene looks very similar to an unidentified murder victim known as ‘Lady of the Dunes’.
The body of a woman who has never been identified was found badly decomposing (missing her hands) in Massachusetts in 1974. She was also found near where the Steven Spielberg movie was shot a few months earlier. A computer-generated image of what the ‘Lady of the Dunes’ would have looked like is very similar to the woman in the crowd scene. What ya think?
OK Loons, one more time. Just don’t live stream anything of any importance on FB, especially not your wedding. A woman decided it would be cool to stream her wedding live on Facebook. And it would have been had it not been for the groom doing a runner. Yep, no show. That would have been the longest of awks and where you should have cut the feed. But no, the jilted bride eventually had to walk up to the mic and tell her guests it was O-ver. The no-show was blamed mainly on the groom’s secret lover. But wait there is more. In a vain attempt to keep the wedding alive, her family begged his look-a-like-uncle to don on the suit and marry her to save face. Bless his heart, he demanded a million baht. That bride be feeling very unloved.
You spend nearly two weeks in a flooded, batshit covered cave in the dark with 12 of your friends. The world watches while collective heads are scratched wondering how they are going to get you out before the monsoon rains come. You then discover you are to be knocked out so you can get hauled through dangerous ragged caverns without freaking the hell out. You see the light, you are safe, you get your promised KFC, you are so grateful to be alive then your parents tell you…”hey son, you are becoming a monk’. Yep, seems the Wild Boars are about to all become monks as a repayment for the life of the Navy Seal that was lost during the rescue. Sheez, all they ever wanted to do was kick a football around!
Just when you thought it was safe, the Russian nerve agent Novichok has reared its deadly head once again. Two people in Salisbury were infected this week after it is believed they picked up a contaminated item on the street. One of the victims passed away today and the second victim is still fighting for his life. It is believed the pair came in contact with the deadly nerve agent in a park near where a former Russian spy and his daughter were struck down a few months ago. A used cigarette butt has been named as a potential item.
Apparently, in Britain, there has been a massive increase in callouts to help drunken seagulls. It is believed the naughty little scavengers have found themselves a nice pile of brewery waste somewhere. One rescuer complained the birds stunk of alcohol and their van smelled like a pub. Bless. The gulls are sleeping it off at the RSPCA.