'this is air traffic controll to flight 6SK... what's your vector?'
'i am approching an altitude of six beers and two shots, do you copy?'
'it looks like you might be headed into a low-pressure system. i suggest you climb to 7 beers, and possibly a shot of jager, then after that it'll be smooth sailing'
'ggggrrrreeeg.. over and out'...
'attention passengers, this is your captain speaking, my altitude is currently 6 beers and counting... I have turned on the 'fasten seatbelt' sign, please return to your seats. air traffic controll has asked us to raise our altitutde to seven beers, so you may experience some turbulance as the co-pilot and I kayak and trade whiskey screams.'
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'attention passengers and flight attendants, prepare for a smash landing'"
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this is the subset of what goes on in my head that is fortunate enough to make the treacherous journey through the nerves in my neck, arms, and hands, down through my fingertips and onto the keyboard, through the wires, the computer, and the network, across the country on fiber optic lines, finding a permanent home in the electric memory of some server in san francisco.
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