Erik

If you didn't buy a copy from Thirdwire.com then who knows what you downloaded and installed on your machine.

... file this under

Please start a new topic for the discussion of re-working SF and a new topic for the list of fixes. Thank you.

I would start negotiations with TK to see if he'd be willing to work on this type of project under contract or see how much specific fixes would cost and go from there. It's hard for developers to shelve projects and I'm sure it was equally so for TK.

... and I thought the occasional gopher was bad.

Sounds a bit strange to me. That's like a Russian asking for an American pilot review of American aircraft they've flown but only write about it Russian. I would assume that if a Russian recounts tales of their aircraft history it would be written in Russian.

A very respected Captain in the Foreign Legion was transferred to a remote desert outpost. On his orientation tour he noticed a very old seedy looking camel tied out behind the enlisted men's barracks. He asked the Sergeant leading the tour, "Why is a camel tied to the barracks?" The Sergeant replied, "Well sir, it's a long way from anywhere, and the men have natural sexual urges, so when they do ... uh ... we have the camel ready for them.” The Captain said, "Well, I suppose if it's good for morale, then I guess it's all right with me”. After he had been stationed at the fort for six long, lonely months, the Captain simply couldn't control his sexual angst any longer. He barked to his Sergeant: "BRING THE CAMEL INTO MY TENT!” The Sergeant shrugged his shoulders, looked at the other men, and lead the camel into the Captain's quarters. Within a few minutes, the Captain emerged from his tent, fastening his trousers, almost beaming with pride. "So, Sergeant, is that how the enlisted men do it?" he asked. The Sergeant replied, "Well, sir, usually they just use it to ride into town."

That's going to be interesting. Then and now.

If Tom Skerritt (84 y.o.) AKA Viper or James Tolkan (86 y.o.) AKA Stinger makes a re-appearance all bets are off on this one.

Decades old technology that is no longer stealth due to advancements in our defensive and offensive platforms. It is just another expensive flying object (EFO) for us to pretend is consequential when it is not.

Do you mean the sub categories aren't showing?

Huh?

Tom's first movie since parting ways with the church of scientology. The outcome is crapshoot.

The crusty Navy Master Chief noticed a new seaman and barked at him, "Get over here! What's your name sailor?" "John," the new seaman replied. "Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy crap they're teaching sailors in boot camp these days, but I don't call anyone by his first name," the chief scowled. "It breeds familiarity, and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my sailors by their last names only; Smith, Jones, Baker, whatever. And you are to refer to me as 'Chief.’ Do I make myself clear?" "Aye, Aye, Chief!" "Now that we've got that straight, what's your last name?" The seaman sighed. "Darling, My name is John Darling, Chief." "Okay, John, here's what I want you to do ...."

Nobody knows. The only fact that has been substantiated after said tent incident is that the "negotiated contract sum" was paid by Expert Consultants, Inc. Camel also has a sketch of a man who threatened its calve. Camel is now hellbent on bringing down the house. Outcome still pending.

Excel has a default option for auto save which should save your work automatically to a file that can be recovered, unless this option was turned off. By default it should save work progress every 10 minutes here: C:\Users\[YourUserAccount]\AppData\Roaming\Microsoft\Excel\ Might wanna have a look to save yourself a lot of hassle. E

Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day and love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre and says, "Pierre, kiss me!" Our hero grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips. "What are you doing, Pierre?" says the startled Marie. "I am Pierre, the famous French fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I like to have red wine!" She smiles and they start kissing. When things began to heat up a little, Marie says, "Pierre, kiss me lower." Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and starts pouring it all over her breasts. "Pierre! What are you doing?", asks the bewildered Marie. "I am Pierre the famous French fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I like to have white wine!" They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me lower!" Our hero, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and lights it on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the river. Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms upwards and screams furiously, "PIERRE, what in the hell do you think you're doing?" Our hero stands up, defiantly, and says, "I am Pierre the famous French fighter pilot! When I go down, I go down in flames!"

Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door. Conscious of his new position and wanting to show how important he was, the colonel quickly picked up the phone, told the airman to enter, then said into the phone, "Yes, General, I'll be seeing him this afternoon and I'll pass along your message. In the meantime, thank you for your good wishes, sir." Feeling as though he had sufficiently impressed the young enlisted man, he asked, "What do you want?" "Nothing important, sir," the airman replied, "I'm just here to hook up your telephone."

I have a weird sense of humor but that end bit with the loo is priceless.

A Navy Chief and an Admiral were sitting in the barbershop. They were both just getting finished with their shaves, when the barbers reached for some after-shave to slap on their faces. The admiral shouted, "Hey, don't put that stuff on me! My wife will think I've been in a whorehouse!" The chief turned to his barber and said, "Go ahead and put it on. My wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like."

A young man is driving down the road and breaks down near a U.S. Marine Corps base. He walks to the front gate, and says to the sentry, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?" To his surprise, the Marines accept him enthusiastically. They feed him at the officer's club, they fix his car at the motor pool, and they even allow him to sleep in the VIP quarters. But just as the man tries to fall asleep that night, he hears a strange sound. The sound continues all through the night and it stays with him through a restless sleep. The next morning, he asks the Marines what the sound was and they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a Marine." The young man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same but now older man breaks down in front of the same Marine Corps base. Again walking to the sentry the Marines accept him enthusiastically, fix his car, and allow him to stay in the VIP quarters. That night, he hears the exact same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the Marines reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a Marine." The man says, "All right, all right. I'm *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a Marine, how do I become one?" The Marines reply, "You must go to Parris Island, there to undergo several weeks of torturous behavior. You will be yelled at, put down, cut down, and physically exhausted. From there you will go on to receive infantry training. You will learn how to fight, fight to survive, and fight to win. You will learn how to act the Corps, breath the Corps, eat the Corps, sleep the Corps, be the Corps. When you finish these trials, you will be a Marine." The man sets about his task. He goes through boot camp, advanced infantry training, and is assigned to an MEU. While part of the MEU he is sent to fight in two small wars, and three "police actions." Three years later, while on leave, he returns to the Marine Corps base where he last heard that strange, strange sound. Standing there in his dress uniform, he says, "I have joined the Corps, and I have paid my dues. I have fought for the love of God, Country, and the Corps. The Marines reply, "Congratulations. You are now a Marine. We shall now show you the way to the sound." The Marines lead the man to a wooden door, where the Base Commander says, "The sound is right behind that door." The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, "Real funny. may I have the key?" The Base Commander gives him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The Commander gives him the key and he opens the door only to find another door made of ruby. He demands another key from the Commander, who provides it. Behind that door is *another* door this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, amethyst... Finally, the Commander says, "This is the last key to the last door." The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. I wish I could tell you what it was he saw but I can't tell you because you're not a Marine.

The Chief was bragging to the Ensign one day. You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name Someone, Anyone and I know them. Tired of his boasting, the Ensign called his bluff, Okay, Chief, how about Tom Cruise. Sure, yes, Tom and I are old friends and I can prove it. So they fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise's door and sure enough, Tom Cruise, shouts, Chief ! Great to see You! You and your friend come right in and join me for lunch! Although impressed, the Ensign is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise's house, he tells the Chief that he thinks his knowing Cruise was just lucky. No, no, just name anyone else, the Chief says. President Obama, the Ensign quickly retorts. Yep I know him, let's fly out to Washington. So, off they go. At the White House, Obama spots them on the tour and motions them over, saying, Chief, what a surprise. I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and that Ensign come on in and let's catch up. Well, the Ensign is very shaken by now, but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House grounds, he expresses his doubts to the Chief, who again implores him to name anyone else. Pope Francis, the Ensign replies. Sure, I've known the Pope a long time. So, off they fly to Rome. They're assembled with the masses in Vatican Square when the Chief says, this will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards, so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope. He disappears into the crowd headed toward St. Peter's. Sure enough, half an hour later, the Chief emerges with the Pope on the balcony. But by the time he returns, he finds that the Ensign has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics. Working his way to his side, the Chief asks the Ensign, What's happened to you? The Ensign looks up and says, I was doing fine until you and The Pope came out on the balcony and the people next to me asked, Who's that on the balcony next to the Chief?

Two California Highway Patrol Officers were conducting speeding enforcement on I-15, just north of the Marine Corps Air Station at Miramar One of the officers was using a hand held radar device to check speeding vehicles approaching the crest of a hill. The officers were suddenly surprised when the radar gun began reading 300 miles per hour. The officer attempted to reset the radar gun, but it would not reset and then turned off. Just then a deafening roar over the treetops revealed that the radar had in fact locked on to a USMC F/A-18 Hornet, which was engaged in a low flying exercise near the location. Back at the CHP Headquarters the Patrol Captain fired off a complaint to the USMC Base Commander. The reply came back in true USMC style: Thank you for your letter. We can now complete the file on this incident. You may be interested to know that the tactical computer in the Hornet had detected the presence of, and subsequently locked on to, your hostile radar equipment and automatically sent a jamming signal back to it, which is why it shut down. Furthermore, an Air-to-Ground missile aboard the fully armed aircraft had also automatically locked on to your equipment location. Fortunately, the Marine Pilot flying the Hornet recognized the situation for what it was, quickly responded to the missile system alert status and was able to override the automated defense system before the missile was launched to destroy the hostile radar position. The pilot also suggests you cover your mouths when cussing at them, since the video systems on these jets are very high tech. Sergeant Johnson, the officer holding the radar gun, should get his dentist to check his left rear molar. It appears the filling is loose. Also, the snap is broken on his holster. Thank you for your concern. Semper Fi.