Bill Crawford’s Flightlab Blog

My mother-in-law lives in Phoenix. I probably shouldn’t burden you with her, since you might already have your own dysfunctional albatross to lug around. It’s just that in my family’s case the usual mother-in-law jokes fail to bring relief. We’ll get to flying in a moment. First hear me out. As far as we can tell, the woman’s behavior has suggested off-planet origins since day one. I’m convinced that even now my certifiably extra-terrestrial mother-in-law is signaling to all the other malevolent space aliens who lurk patiently just outside the Oort Cloud. “Get ready, my pets,” she pulses. “Our time soon comes.” I know this sounds mean-spirited and far-fetched, but I assure you that any attempt to account for my mother-in-law that denies the oncoming obliteration of humanity by methane-breathing Cardassians from the Gamma Quadrant just doesn’t cut the ice. She’s proof they’re out there! Read the rest of this entry »