Vital-Orbit Human Force Field

Watching the Blue Angels was, in a word, incredible. It was a thrilling afternoon that drudged up childhood memories the way eating sugary candy reminds one of the dentist. The view from the park atop Alta Plaza was a befitting spot for someone looking to enjoy the events without taking a hit in the pocket book. We had a lovely little impromptu picnic on the north side of the park where we shared a mostly uninterrupted view of the Blue Angels as they practiced their maneuvers.

In fact, during some of their overhead stunts they were seemingly so close to us that I could easily make out the pilots heads bobbing under neath their canopies, and if my eyes were slightly more healthier than they are, I could no doubt have read the esoteric nicknames and images painted on their helmets.

From the park, Allen and I encountered a flier for the Anthro and Agoraphobic alike. It’s the Vital-Orbit personal Human Force Field device, and is designed to prevent conflict; protect life; enable personal actualization and secure ultimate privacy.

The flier touts that it channels a user’s own Hydrodynamic Activities to create the desired protective effect. As much as I’m loving my new life out here, I have to admit I think there are certainly times I’d prefer to have something of this ilk in my arsenal.

I was smart this time and snapped a photo before Allan’s impatience set in and whisked us away. I figure since I have a photo I can give it some real scrutiny later, and at ease. For now, I’ve just been enjoying the company of my oft unseen fiance. We have the whole weekend together for the first time since moving out here, and I haven’t paid concern to anything else, for once, and it’s been cathartic.

Haze gray and underway

Dear San Fracisco, I posit a riddle to you: What's Red, White and gets rattled easily by unexpectedly loud noises screaming Hell across the sky?

The answer is resoundingly Katy Zwick as she dives for cover, spilling coffee and cheerios all over herself. It was only after this point I learned what the phrase "Fleet Week" meant, and I was left startled, soggy and secure in the knowledge the Cold War hadn't heated up.

For the uninitiated, Fleet Week is when the Navy swaggers into town with all the glamor and glitz that only a branch of the military could muster. They have tours of the ships available and the flamboyant Blue Angels puts on one of their traditional air maneuver displays. I'm told they practice the demonstration in the days prior to the actual event, effectively giving off a wonderfully free show over the city.

And when I say over the city, understand what I really mean is that they fly so low (and often so close to the north bay shore) that they should almost require California driver's plates below their afterburners.

Allan's workload is finally starting to relent, so he's planned a trek up to Alta Plaza for us to watch them this weekend. It should be fun to spend some time outside of brushing our teeth together.