Coinneach Fitzpatrick
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Coinneach Fitzpatrick
@coinfitz.bsky.social
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Tangerine Nightmare despiser. Airplanes and cats and books lover. PA-28 pilot and Kawasaki rider. I am large, I contain multitudes. For more fascinating details, see my pinned post. No lists/packs. Signal: flyingfitz412.08
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Little about me, not that any of yez care:

GenX. Atheist. USAF veteran. Pilot (obv, and yes that is my plane). Cat dad. Token CSWM in my social circle and violently protective of my people.

Books: Pratchett, Banks, Scalzi, Stephenson.
Music: Everything but gospel and bro country.
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Welp. Gotta turn in my white guy card.
TIL there's an entire Wikipedia article about Pumpkinhead's makeup routine.
Thanks, I stole them from the President.
My old Ragfloof woke up and stared RIGHT at my computer speakers.
*hands you the aloe for that burn*
That's the ballroom he wanted.

This is the ballroom he's getting:
My company dropped AWS a year ago over stability and security concerns; we now host all our own cL0uD stuff in-house. My O365 guy and I had a good laugh about this hairball this morning.
ONLY SKILL IS TRUMP'S ASS SUCTION

OH LORD YEAH
CAMO COVERS THEIR FAT AAASSSESSSS
I can do all that now at age 56 even with Dad Bod™️ and multiple chronic injuries. Who tf are these soft little bois?
How is it that the entire crowd didn't scream BULLSHIT?
25 years isn't shit for aircraft, especially bizjets. There are OG B-52s that are still airworthy. My own little birb is 53.

The rest of her statement is just the usual flat-out lies.
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YET. Gotta have them engraved with his profile first.
"I don't know anything about that." -Li'l Johnson, probably
If he can't be put into the Crucified Hero pose then I'm not interested.
He's going to be very popular.
My sister and son are the beneficiaries of my life insurance. Sis and I agreed long ago that if either of us dies, the other adopts our cats. Everything else is irrelevant.

I refuse to give up the things that make me happy just to satisfy some actuarial lifespan expectation.
I have very few joys in life. Riding and flying are most of them. I do all I can to mitigate risks; after that, it's out of my hands.

The only people who depend on me are my cats. I have a living will and advance directive. If I do end up splattered across a mile of ground, so be it.
The YT Al Gore Rhythm hath decreed that I am destined for an early and gruesome demise because I ride motorcycles and fly light aircraft, thus my feed shall be nothing but medics and hospice workers describing the horrors of both.

To which I say, fie on you.