True Confessions - Share your shame

Kitch said:
Cryptocurrencies confuse me... I own it, but it doesn't technically exist tangibly. Does that mean I don't really own it....
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I don't know. I have some corporate paper from the Missouri Pacific Railroad with a maturity date that passed 89 years ago.
 
ateamer said:
I stopped eating bacon close to two years ago for health reasons (sodium, saturated fat). I had some a few weeks ago and actually didn’t really like it that much.
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You should try true real “side pork” if you can find it. Basically bacon that hasn’t been cured. I grew up eating it (home grown pigs and processed on the farm). Bacon just tastes way too salty and processed in comparison (but it does have its uses as a seasoning, when diluted enough).
 
EdFred said:
Except it did happen when my parents were there. So, not close to zero. I will not out who it was, but it did actually happen.
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PoAers? :o

I guess the trick is, don't camp with other PoAers and they can't get drunk and fall into your tent.

Kitch said:
Cryptocurrencies confuse me... I own it, but it doesn't technically exist tangibly. Does that mean I don't really own it....
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Wait until you find out about NFTs.
 
Is this really a confession? I'm sure we all do it, no?

When I am at home, and alone, and it's all nice and quiet, I will turn on the guitar amp, crank it up, load up a backing track, channel my inner Phil Collen, and play the lead guitar for Def Leppard "Pour Some Sugar On Me". This is almost 100% my leadoff "warmup" song.

Then usually over to some Enter Sandman, or other Metallica Black Album songs, or some AC/DC.

And of course, I imagine my groupies going wild.
 
DaleB said:
No, not all of us…

Some of us don’t play or own a guitar.
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Banjo and accordion...keeps the neighbors away. Thinking about a set of bagpipes to keep the salespeople away, as they are relentless and aren't dissuaded by the horrible sounds emanating from my living room.

*joking of course, but I do own and occasionally pick at a banjo; I guess that is my confession.
 
aterry1067 said:
Banjo and accordion...keeps the neighbors away. Thinking about a set of bagpipes to keep the salespeople away, as they are relentless and aren't dissuaded by the horrible sounds emanating from my living room.

*joking of course, but I do own and occasionally pick at a banjo; I guess that is my confession.
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One of my coworkers says that having a kid learning to play bagpipes is the equivalent of having 1000 kids learning to play violin.
 
TCABM said:
I occasionally have to airline my way somewhere.
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It always makes me laugh when I tell people that I went to [Madagascar, Greece, the Philippines, etc] and they ask if I flew myself…in my 172. Then those same people are mind boggled that I flew myself 172 to the Bahamas.
 
flyingpreacher said:
It always makes me laugh when I tell people that I went to [Madagascar, Greece, the Philippines, etc] and they ask if I flew myself…in my 172. Then those same people are mind boggled that I flew myself 172 to the Bahamas.
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Madagascar . . . that's easy . . . 1749860639714.png
Not like the Bahamas . . . plane.jpeg
(AI says that is a 172J model. :cool: )
 
MauleSkinner said:
Have you tried bacon-wrapped bacon?
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That's a big negatory, good buddy. I've seen pictures of bacon weave, but not experienced one myself.

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I'm very particular about what the cooked bacon should be like. It needs to be a light brown, with NO translucent fat. (Yuck!) When I take it out of the pan, if you were to pick up one end of it the moment I take it out of the pan, it would bend, but once it cooled to a temperature you'd want to eat it at, it's firm, but not quite crispy, with no hint of burned flavor. I don't usually make bacon unless both daughters are here, or there's a partial package left over from a recipe.
 
FormerHangie said:
That's a big negatory, good buddy. I've seen pictures of bacon weave, but not experienced one myself.

iu


I'm very particular about what the cooked bacon should be like. It needs to be a light brown, with NO translucent fat. (Yuck!) When I take it out of the pan, if you were to pick up one end of it the moment I take it out of the pan, it would bend, but once it cooled to a temperature you'd want to eat it at, it's firm, but not quite crispy, with no hint of burned flavor. I don't usually make bacon unless both daughters are here, or there's a partial package left over from a recipe.
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I made bacon-wrapped bacon for my wife on Mother’s Day one year…we used a George Foreman grill for bacon at that time, and I cooked up the rest of an entire pound in the time it took for the wrapped bacon to cook through, but I think it turned out pretty much the way you’d like it.
 
RussR said:
Is this really a confession? I'm sure we all do it, no?

When I am at home, and alone, and it's all nice and quiet, I will turn on the guitar amp, crank it up, load up a backing track, channel my inner Phil Collen, and play the lead guitar for Def Leppard "Pour Some Sugar On Me". This is almost 100% my leadoff "warmup" song.

Then usually over to some Enter Sandman, or other Metallica Black Album songs, or some AC/DC.

And of course, I imagine my groupies going wild.
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I learned the non-acoustic part to Four Non Blondes in case Andrew ever shows up at another fly in.
 
When I was a solo student, I'd return 15 min early and request the option if there was a strong crosswind. That way multiple attempts and go arounds were slightly less embarrassing.

I'm so glad I eventually figured out crosswinds.
 
Took a flight with a cute girl in her dad's big-tire 182 they had recently flown down from Alaska. I hadn't flown anything with big tires like that, so I wanted to try a landing. She had a fairly fresh PPL and sat left-seat. Did a couple of patterns that were pretty good. My turn came and it turned out that landing from the right seat in a 182 is tougher than left seat in a Cherokee. Awful landing. Bounce, swerve, you name it. Embarrassed, I applied power and off we went. Airplane climbed like an absolute dog and I couldn't believe how bad those tires were dragging. Then I realized that in my embarrassed hurry, I'd left the full barn-door flaps down. Without thinking (and I still feel a flush of shame every time I think about it), I flipped the flaps to "full up". Guys, that airplane leveled out and I focused on keeping that airspeed in the green arc with all my might and I could feel her tension when it was obvious this take-off was not going well. We cleared power lines and houses safely enough, in retrospect, but damn that plane couldn't accelerate to Vy fast enough for me! We laughed about it once we were safely back on the downwind, but I never did fly with her again. And that, I think, is the dumbest thing I ever did in an airplane.
 
FormerHangie said:
That's a big negatory, good buddy. I've seen pictures of bacon weave, but not experienced one myself.

iu
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For a second my brain processed this as some sort of crossing pontoon over a river in the Middle East. "Holy crap the Army builds crappy bridges!" thought I, before reality resolved the picture into weaved bacon and a kitchen board.
 
AvNavCom said:
Took a flight with a cute girl in her dad's big-tire 182 they had recently flown down from Alaska. I hadn't flown anything with big tires like that, so I wanted to try a landing. She had a fairly fresh PPL and sat left-seat. Did a couple of patterns that were pretty good. My turn came and it turned out that landing from the right seat in a 182 is tougher than left seat in a Cherokee. Awful landing. Bounce, swerve, you name it. Embarrassed, I applied power and off we went. Airplane climbed like an absolute dog and I couldn't believe how bad those tires were dragging. Then I realized that in my embarrassed hurry, I'd left the full barn-door flaps down. Without thinking (and I still feel a flush of shame every time I think about it), I flipped the flaps to "full up". Guys, that airplane leveled out and I focused on keeping that airspeed in the green arc with all my might and I could feel her tension when it was obvious this take-off was not going well. We cleared power lines and houses safely enough, in retrospect, but damn that plane couldn't accelerate to Vy fast enough for me! We laughed about it once we were safely back on the downwind, but I never did fly with her again. And that, I think, is the dumbest thing I ever did in an airplane.
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So I guess you would have told us about the girl if there was anything of shameful significance that took place before or after the aviating.
 
455 Bravo Uniform said:
So I guess you would have told us about the girl if there was anything of shameful significance that took place before or after the aviating.
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Nothing of the kind! Her presence just served to magnify the embarrassment, which I would have been loudly scolding myself for had I been solo.
 
I dropped a Mooney on it's nose once. I was trying to adjust the gear horn 'the easy way' without any jack stands. And the Johnson bar got away from me and went over center and down went the nose. Luckily I had the prop turned horizontal so it didn't hit the ground. That was early in my A&P career and a lesson well learned.
 
MauleSkinner said:
One of my coworkers says that having a kid learning to play bagpipes is the equivalent of having 1000 kids learning to play violin.
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I was just at a Celtic festival. The bagpiper in one of the bands I listened to was incredibly talented, but now that I’m home, I’m just sitting in a nice quiet place and will come back out tomorrow.
 
Many moons ago, when I was an undergrad, there was someone who regularly played the bagpipes outdoors on campus. You could hear it for quite some distance. I always loved it and anytime I hear bagpipes, it brings me back to those days.
 
Low Level Flyer said:
Many moons ago, when I was an undergrad, there was someone who regularly played the bagpipes outdoors on campus. You could hear it for quite some distance. I always loved it and anytime I hear bagpipes, it brings me back to those days.
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My grandfather loved bagpipes. He would never talk about landing on the beaches at D-Day and his subsequent time there, but one of the few things he did relate was that he loved hearing the sound of bagpipes because back then it meant to him that reinforcements were on the way. Apparently he watched Saving Private Ryan once, with my mother, and during the opening scene, his only comment was "Most of those boys will be dead before they ever get off the boat."
 
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