Cat – 12 o’clock – low.
GD – “Why go from an $800k to a $500k role and” etc.”
Just talking about that recently; would he though? If it is all to be a temporary gig – as a mandated requirement after the flash git departed – then Shirley, Carmody would not ‘temporarily’ take the pay cut.
He seems to be keeping a lid on things; its certainly quiet in Sleepy Hollow. But; maybe that just means knives not guns. I would like to think that ‘Wing nut’ was cleaning up some of the deadwood, make the place at least presentable to the new blood.
First wish for the New Year – that CASA is reformed. Honestly, I cannot see anything improving until that is done. The approach to the ‘drone’ management speaks of the same heavy handed, punitive methods. There are many things CASA could; and, IMO should be doing to ensure adequate education, training and ‘management’ of the situation.
For example; assisting local councils to determine how to define ‘no-fly’ areas within their public places. Explain the risks, dispel the myth and how the ‘rangers’ can determine what constitutes a ‘dangerous’ situation.
For example; assisting the ‘aero modelling’ fraternity to get their message and education package to the general population. Sponsor the odd training week – sell it as how to become an ‘Ace’ drone pilot; a matter of pride. Or; perhaps a competition which required those skills. Or; even an education package, little bit of aerodynamics, an explanation of why certain rules must be obeyed; general ‘safety’ thinking – that sort of thing. Hell, it would not cost much and it would bring kudos and public acknowledgement of a job well done by the ‘safety’ authority. Taking some mutt to court over a sausage sandwich does not produce much else other than derision and temptation to those who think it funny, or see it as a challenge, to flout the rules. Send the drone out the fish and chips as a thrill or a brag - instant facebook fame.
Why the ramble? Well, I’ll tell you. That kid at the end of my street – him with the Christmas drone, now has one very scared, angry Mum with a torn stroller roof, one window, a near collision between a motor bike and a light truck to his credit. These all direct results of – wait for it– chasing the local cats with his drone.
Yes, yes, I know – back to my knitting – right.
Toot toot.
GD – “Why go from an $800k to a $500k role and” etc.”
Just talking about that recently; would he though? If it is all to be a temporary gig – as a mandated requirement after the flash git departed – then Shirley, Carmody would not ‘temporarily’ take the pay cut.
He seems to be keeping a lid on things; its certainly quiet in Sleepy Hollow. But; maybe that just means knives not guns. I would like to think that ‘Wing nut’ was cleaning up some of the deadwood, make the place at least presentable to the new blood.
First wish for the New Year – that CASA is reformed. Honestly, I cannot see anything improving until that is done. The approach to the ‘drone’ management speaks of the same heavy handed, punitive methods. There are many things CASA could; and, IMO should be doing to ensure adequate education, training and ‘management’ of the situation.
For example; assisting local councils to determine how to define ‘no-fly’ areas within their public places. Explain the risks, dispel the myth and how the ‘rangers’ can determine what constitutes a ‘dangerous’ situation.
For example; assisting the ‘aero modelling’ fraternity to get their message and education package to the general population. Sponsor the odd training week – sell it as how to become an ‘Ace’ drone pilot; a matter of pride. Or; perhaps a competition which required those skills. Or; even an education package, little bit of aerodynamics, an explanation of why certain rules must be obeyed; general ‘safety’ thinking – that sort of thing. Hell, it would not cost much and it would bring kudos and public acknowledgement of a job well done by the ‘safety’ authority. Taking some mutt to court over a sausage sandwich does not produce much else other than derision and temptation to those who think it funny, or see it as a challenge, to flout the rules. Send the drone out the fish and chips as a thrill or a brag - instant facebook fame.
Why the ramble? Well, I’ll tell you. That kid at the end of my street – him with the Christmas drone, now has one very scared, angry Mum with a torn stroller roof, one window, a near collision between a motor bike and a light truck to his credit. These all direct results of – wait for it– chasing the local cats with his drone.
Yes, yes, I know – back to my knitting – right.
Toot toot.