Yesterday I got up at 6:00, and went to the airport to make sure they had pulled the plane out of the hangar and gassed it up and all, then I went over it with a fine toothed comb to make sure no parts were missing or damaged, as that can make for an unpleasant flight.

The bossman and I were flying Gary (one of the investors in our fine company) back to his home state of Virginia. Our company just got a big chunk of series b funding from a group of investors, and this guy is sort of the ninja who headed it up, so we’re all about giving him a nice smooth ride back home so he can get on with doing important stuff. The plane was looking all majestic there on the ramp and everything was securely screwed together.

What a beautiful day it was to fly. Here’s a couple of reasons I love to fly- I like gadgets and electronic things with lights and buttons…

This is the view from a pilot’s office-

Clouds are much prettier from above.

Last but not least, it makes me feel totally bombsquad-

I also get really good cockpit shots like this (no, we’re not trying to make stupid faces, we just have a natural inclination to do so)-

Looking at pictures of my face is proof positive that a sense of humor alone can get you laid. Why do girls sleep with men? Why indeed.

Anyway, we landed in Roanoke, Virginia…

and taxied to the ramp. Got out, shook hands with all of those whose hands needed shaking, took Gary’s kids into the plane so they could check it out, and so on…

Then this little citation jet parks next to our plane with the tail number N1VA, and Doug’s all, “Dude, that’s the Governor’s plane.” That was pretty cool, because he was right and the governor of Virginia gets out with some fat pasty security guy and a couple of people who get paid to bring him coffee and tell him where to stand. Anyway, he’s walking in, and it turns out he and Gary are all buddy-buddy and stuff. He’s asking Gary about this new venture in Atlanta, they talk about boats and investments and other things I can’t afford, and it’s kind of weird in a weird way. I wanted to get a picture of me giving him a noogie, but he said no. He was going to a press conference and needed his hair to look good. Total bullshit excuse, because he wouldn’t let me give him a wedgie, either. Politicians are such liars. I had to settle for a picture shaking his hand.

I don’t know who those chumps are in the background, but they all wanted to be me. He also gave me this signed picture-

Thanks, Mark, I know I will, and I hope you stay cool too.

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