What-ho, chaps! This time next week I'll be winging my way by fast zeppelin* to Old Blighty to take in some sights, to attend a wedding, and to hit the wilds of Cambridgeshire to relieve the locals of a pesky Panther of some sort. I thought I might also pop on up to Loch Ness to find that monster and to try my hand at some... photography. Yes. With trusty Saboteur 66... camera.
As you can see, I am well prepared. I'll have to leave my trusty snark-hounds behind, dammit. Quarantine restrictions and all that nonsense.
Explorer and naturalist Dennis Fetherstonhaugh-Cholmondeley-Smythe poses with his faithful snark-hounds Polly and Jacquie, as he prepares to venture forth into the wilds
*A380, actually.
Good old Polly, AKA "The Nose". At least *she* isn't scared of someone in costume.
Great outfit Mr Fetherstonhaugh-Cholmondeley-Smythe :) Are you sure you can't fit a "-seacombe" into the name as well?
Actually, seriously, that's the problem. The embedded software seems to be the cause of airbus failures.. like randomly throwing the engines into reverse thrust, or deploying flaps in flight, or crashing and freezing the controls when flight conditions pass outside programmed parameters.
The fact that it's built around the windows os might be relevant.
The really scary thing is that they built a fly-by-wire aircraft with very limited manual backup systems.
I should have worn my satchel full of pockets.
Let me know if you pass by Newcastle upon Tyne :P
Maybe come up with a car washer for Amtrak that does something more than just move the dirt around. :=/
We also sell these, but there is already a US dealer and we can't intrude on his territory.
And perhaps something along the lines of my steampunk chatelaine, although you probably don't want one that ornate.
I do need proper breeches and boots.