Friday, August 23, 2002

So I went to the cyber café last night (again) (and to the great chagrin of my wife) and played flight simulator 2002. I flew from some no-name runway in laos, across vietnam, and did a pretty good landing approach on a chinese airport. I crashed 40 feet to the right of the runway. (dang) And then only because there were some fierce cross-winds.
Also, I probably would have landed the thing no problem had I had a joystick. You know how hard it is to land a twin prop on "hard" setting on a windy day with the numerical keypad?

Anyway, It was fun. I would go pick up a good joystick (with rudder and throttle) but my wife would go nuts (according to her, I am NEVER to return to that Hall of Doom).

Ahh, the joys of marriage.

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