PIREP - Pilot Report Zigma

This just inn. By the way, I make effort and take the thyme to play on words. Like a pun of sorts. Sometimes the subbed word bears no relation to the syntactically & grammatically correct one necessarily. So soldier soldier and as you were. Note: The first soldier in the previous sentence is a verb. :to soldier. And the second instance of it is a noun because it describes a person. A verb show or imparts action upon something else. So, to soldier means to do as a soldier does or wood due. I know that sounds obvious however, I may have a reason later on just not right now. 

You sea, inn this instance (of a blog post), I'm clearly shifting into overdrive and just about to set the cruise control. Keeps me straightened up and flying high again. The lyrics of an Ozzy hit song by the same name. Here's the link 🔗 Ozzy

That was a spin off of something I've heard a few times at least, straighten up and fly right [Rookie]!! Another way of saying that writing gives me something to write about. And a blog, to this writing chap, is a sibling of a journal. A hernal pronunciation of you speak Portuguese or Spanish. Consider hournal if you want. If I say Mexican, Id likely offend too many for no apparent or underlying reason. Call it Political Correctness's residuals. More like fuckin' waste products. Depending on how you look at it. I'm tryna seigh that PC has its good and bad, at least in this case. Think this way it might help me explain...Say I were to use the word Mexican back there a spell, well, there's no such language. Officially. Mexicans aren't Spaniards and Spaniards aren't Mexicans in the purest, modern sense anyway, though Spanish is the common language. So asking someone if they speak Mexican has a high potential to offend a greater number of folk than is necessary. Yeah a sound case can be made for freedom of speech making both right. But like a military contracted civilian shrink counseled me to not be dead right, I continue to this day to be cautious about that pitfall. To that side of it all lies the obligatory other side right, as in there's always two sides to every story. True, however, maybe sometimes one side shit. Hoooooleee Shiites Batman, we're waaaay out in the weeds. Meh! I'm just journaling. Stream of consciousness, extemporaneous, off the cuff, lightly edited and simmered over high heat I mean low heat. No! Simmer is a setting Al. LO not LOW too damn you are a retarded idiot huh? Or were. Or were called that in the last 5 or 10 years and it didn't piss you off it motivated you to smarten up and fly better at any rate. Time for a new paragraph. New Topic. Gee, I can see some form and function beginning to develop. I'll do my best to explain as time goes by. New idea. To me, the weigh Iams.com ahem, I am and boom 🤯 goes the dynamite 🧨. What? So now my blog has a function in this sense in that we'll, shit, let's take the time to scrounge up a fitting definition. Maybe even an image kifed from somewhere in cyberspace or one of my own. I do my level best to properly attribute images and provide the sources of borrowed content. 

Next paragraph.

Cuz I'm moving like a parallelogram right? Lol. RIP Lemmy Kilmeister. 

Music 🎵 break. Do yourself a huge favour and pour yourself a glass of sweet burgundy and then check this time out I think you'd like it. Tommy Bolin and Sweet Burgundy. It's from his solo'd Private Eyes Album. He cut one other called Teaser. Just 25 when he perished due most likely to exhaustion and some say a heroin accident. That happened in Miami. Tommy was from Sioux City, Iowa and left behind an incredible body of work. His brother plays the drums for the band Black Oak Arkansas. Anyway, I'm off course and correcting. Thank. RIP Tommy Bolin. 

Speaking of that, RIP also to a close friend of the family who passed away earlier this week. Death is so sad sometimes. He'll be hugely missed. 

I'm gonna close out this post as my battery is down to 5% and I'm gonna mourn the loss of Paul. Adios.

Taps.

It's 12:39.