It also helps that the vast majority of a flight requires very little input – landing and takeoff are the most difficult parts, and the rest of the time a pilot is mostly just waiting around, checking readings now and then, and simply being present in case something goes wrong and requires their attention.
It’s why autopilot is a thing, and has been for literally over a century. You point the aircraft where you want to go, lock the controls in, and it can be a very long time before you need to take any action at all.
It’s like driving a car across a salt flat – yeah, you probably shouldn’t just go to sleep with a brick on the gas pedal, but really all you have to do is make sure you don’t run into a stray boulder or something, or fail to slow down and take full control when you reach the edge of the open expanse of the salt flat and enter terrain that requires greater attention to navigate.
They NEVER impress me. Ive read the info that guarantees ‘multi taskers’ will all have allzheimers well-underway by 30. Use ’em and lose ’em….if they can’t focus on one task, fine….there will be mistakes in their work, but it will be acceptably done for a few years, and then nutso-ville.
And I’ll chat up the girl friends they leave behind. I CAN pay attention.
That’s one hell of multitasking.
ISTR that Nick was actually selected for Whirligig in part because he’s stupidly good at it.
It also helps that the vast majority of a flight requires very little input – landing and takeoff are the most difficult parts, and the rest of the time a pilot is mostly just waiting around, checking readings now and then, and simply being present in case something goes wrong and requires their attention.
It’s why autopilot is a thing, and has been for literally over a century. You point the aircraft where you want to go, lock the controls in, and it can be a very long time before you need to take any action at all.
It’s like driving a car across a salt flat – yeah, you probably shouldn’t just go to sleep with a brick on the gas pedal, but really all you have to do is make sure you don’t run into a stray boulder or something, or fail to slow down and take full control when you reach the edge of the open expanse of the salt flat and enter terrain that requires greater attention to navigate.
Instead of “your mom” he should have said “at your mom’s place”.
I imagine he quite understandably didn’t want to put any more thought, attention, or effort into his response.
People who say they can multitask used to drive me nuts; because most people, well, can’t*. I can believe that Nick can, but only because he has to.
*If (generic) you can truly multitask, congratulations. Most people *still* can’t.
They NEVER impress me. Ive read the info that guarantees ‘multi taskers’ will all have allzheimers well-underway by 30. Use ’em and lose ’em….if they can’t focus on one task, fine….there will be mistakes in their work, but it will be acceptably done for a few years, and then nutso-ville.
And I’ll chat up the girl friends they leave behind. I CAN pay attention.
Oh, yeah… Tip doesn’t know that Nick and Virginia finally started banging. A lot.
I’ll bet Nick is using 100% of his brain power right now!
Depends where his brain is.
Best. Skin Horse. Strip. EVER!
Nick wins the Internets for the weekend!
Doesn’t Annex One have someplace more comfortable to make out?
Sweetheart probably insisted that Nick keep his meat body in the office during the mission.
Ms. Jones mentioned something about trampolines.
Sometimes comfort is a secondary consideration.
First consider just how much he doesn’t like Tip.
Ah, well, it’s not like that’s never happened on that particular desk before . . .
Now you’ve reminded me that this happened ….
By the wayfair, whatever happened to whatever was left of Mme. des Souhaits?
Dr Lees glasses have steamed up
Aaah, young love!
I mean lust.
We’ve had how many years of buildup to this? I’d say it counts as love at this point.
When Tip does it, it’s lust. Nick and Virginia is definitely love.
It can be both.
Couldn’t be too much lust. Their clothes are still on.
Say, Nick. Where’s your … legs?
I think directly behind Dr. Lee; she’s on his, er, lap. But you never know.
Bwahaha. I think a lot of people would do this if they could.
Noo, the basement dwellers’ files!