“Make sure he doesn’t pick your pocket!”

What stuck out to you?

So, the difference between air and train is immense. There’s like 3-4x more leg room, free 2x carryons, 2x checked, and 2x personal items (you could probably get away with more if you wanted). The seats are newer pleather that look nicer, though don’t feel too great, especially for long durations. Getting up and walking down the aisles and spending time in the café car is a great way to spend time, and you don’t really have to worry about leaving items at your seat.

What was different between your expectations and experiences?

Not much, if I had to say, I’d guess speed. It can get going pretty fast, and it’s nice to see you speeding past cars on the highway in the VA area. But also, speed… getting deprioritized against freight traffic is more than a little annoying. Was once stuck for a couple of hours because a tree had fallen across the track in a storm earlier in the day.

What do you think most people don’t understand about AmTrak travel?

Not having to deal with TSA makes the experience 100x better in speed and convenience. Taxes and several dozen bags included in the ticket price make it cheaper than air travel in a lot of situations. Seeing the countryside go by at grade-level is so beautiful. Interaction with other passengers and train attendants is very… touching, I guess? People in general are much, much more friendly and happy to be there than in an airplane.

Here’s hoping that you get a chance to experience AmTrak! Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, it’s a very unique experience. I really want to do a roomette cross-country at some point, but it does get pretty expensive, and I feel that some of the charm may be lost by having a totally private space versus coach seating.

Not east-west, but I’ve done north-south, ORL to NYP (24 hrs), as well as CHS-NYP, on the Silver Star and Silver Meteor. Since it’s not really in the vein of this question, I won’t go into detail, but it’s been between good and okay for me; doing coach and coach-premium-or-whatever-it’s-called. AMA I suppose?

Wow, you old

Oh wow, I totally read the parent comment as ‘manatees’, and was like, “Odd, never heard of that, but okay.”

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Then a dash of, “Holy shit, how’s this guy keeping manatees in a terrarium?”

They’ve set up a pretty detailed whitepaper here.

Language Transfer has been highly recommended in the past. I’ve only gotten through two lessons so far, but it seems like a good place to start, at least. It doesn’t have anywhere near as many languages as Duolingo does, though.

Ooh, and I’m the simple man that sees the SR-71 copypasta and posts the response:

There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in a Cessna 172, but we were some of the slowest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the 172. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Mundane, maybe. Even boring at times. But there was one day in our Cessna experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be some of the slowest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when my CFI and I were flying a training flight. We needed 40 hours in the plane to complete my training and attain PPL status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the 40 hour mark. We had made the turn back towards our home airport in a radius of a mile or two and the plane was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the left seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because I would soon be flying as a true pilot, but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Bumbling across the mountains 3,500 feet below us, I could only see about 8 miles across the ground. I was, finally, after many humbling months of training and study, ahead of the plane.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for my CFI in the right seat. There he was, with nothing to do except watch me and monitor two different radios. This wasn’t really good practice for him at all. He’d been doing it for years. It had been difficult for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my this part of my flying career, I could handle it on my own. But it was part of the division of duties on this flight and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. My CFI was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding awkward on the radios, a skill that had been roughly sharpened with years of listening to LiveATC.com where the slightest radio miscue was a daily occurrence. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what my CFI had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Denver Center, not far below us, controlling daily traffic in our sector. While they had us on their scope (for a good while, I might add), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to climb into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone SR-71 pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied:”Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.” Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the ” Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the SR-71’s inquiry, an F-18 piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.” Boy, I thought, the F-18 really must think he is dazzling his SR-71 brethren. Then out of the blue, a Twin Beech pilot out of an airport outside of Denver came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Twin Beech driver because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Beechcraft 173-Delta-Charlie ground speed check”. Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, that Beech probably has a ground speed indicator in that multi-thousand-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Delta-Charlie here is making sure that every military jock from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the slowest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new bug-smasher. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “173-Delta-Charlie, Center, we have you at 90 knots on the ground.” And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that my CFI was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere hours we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Beechcraft must die, and die now. I thought about all of my training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, half a mile above Colorado, there was a pilot screaming inside his head. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the right seat. That was the very moment that I knew my CFI and I had become lifelong friends. Very professionally, and with no emotion, my CFI spoke: “Denver Center, Cessna 56-November-Sierra, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Cessna 56-November-Sierra, I show you at 56 knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the six knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that my CFI and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most CFI-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we’re showing closer to 52 on the money.”

For a moment my CFI was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when Denver came back with, “Roger that November-Sierra, your E6B is probably more accurate than our state-of-the-art radar. You boys have a good one.”
It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable stroll across the west, the Navy had been owned, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Slow, and more importantly, my CFI and I had crossed the threshold of being BFFs. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to our home airport.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the slowest guys out there.

… No, sorry. The world building has such a great potential, but it’s clear that they had no direction after Monty’s death, and there are just so many random plot lines that they try to make stick, and then just never reference again. If it was just incidental stuff it might be possible to overlook, but it’s very foundational elements to the narrative that they just drop for no apparent reason.

Honestly if you’re feeling that way, you might just want to watch fight compilations on YouTube. The fight animations and the rest of the show were worked on almost completely separately, and you’ll have to get through at least season 3 before people stop clipping through objects, or background characters just being shadows.

See, I can get behind this 100%! Real, actual egalitarian society, and not constant isolationist/factionalist/nationalistic bickering.

Thank you for being honest and not flaming, I can certainly appreciate that perspective. I must be jaded from seeing people equate the EU and NATO so often.

I’ve seen a few lemmygrad users that aren’t tankies, but by far the majority are extremely opposed to the EU, NATO, etc. Nothing against you personally, just thought it was funny.

When someone literally named [email protected] praises the EU…

Brb, gonna go ice skating in Hell!

Oh, come on, in that time period Google’s made several dozen copies of the same service! And some of them even lasted longer than a year before being killed!

And Microsoft has been steadily rewriting the book on naming schemes in a valiant effort to confuse you no matter which of their product lines/ services you need, and all while graciously providing Candy Crush and telemetry free of charge!

Yeah, his shtick of being the weird anti-social sardonic ass got old real fast once it became clear that it wasn’t an act (or once it was an act for so long that it just became his personality). I think working around him and Geoff specifically would have been extremely draining, having to walk on eggshells all the time lest you become the object of ridicule on the podcast/let’s plays.

Looking up all the RT employees that I remember on Wikia, though, it was pretty surprising to see that they ended up being some of the least problematic people there, at least from a legal standpoint. They had their issues, which I don’t want to diminish, but it was always very transparent with them admitting they’re assholes pretty much every chance they got. But, like, Ryan was fired for sexual harassment and grooming, what in the actual fuck?

Obviously this is all parasocial, so who knows what they were, or now are, really like, but playing a dick for 20 years might just make you a bit of a dick.

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Wow, end of an era, even for people like me that fell off the RT train years ago. RvB was such a hit (at least the first several seasons, it seems like they ended up making 19?!), and they pivoted to different types of content and kept trying to diversify revenue streams ever since (games, movies, podcasts, etc.)

RT should be remembered as failing in selling out to Fullscreen/AT&T/TimeWarner, etc, etc., but more importantly, engaging in honestly some pretty horrific working conditions that were exposed over and over again throughout the years. They eventually made some changes that moved the company away from being a bro-fest for pals, but only slightly and way too late.

The IP should still have immense value, so it will be interesting to see what happens in that arena.

I think, other than RvB, my favorite memories of RT revolve around Gavin and Monty (RIP). Hopefully the less popular/wealthy employees are taken care of, somewhere far from Austin. The founders though… Gus, Bernie, Geoff, Matt, etc. are all multi-millionaires and/or long gone anyway, and I’m pretty sure each of them have their own controversies to deal with…

ISO 8601 is the objectively right way to write dates so they’re always sorted in chronological order.