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So, I’ve seen enough Top Gun to choke a horse. I haven’t had time to enjoy Asian cinema or classic Westerns; it’s only Maverick, week after week after week, and it’s all for this motherfucking science experiment. A year of Top Gun will make you go a little nuts when you’re down to your last month. Let’s ride this all the way to the finish. In your face!

Dec. 4, 2012
2:00amish EST – I had a dream that I was a stunt pilot who had died flying a prop plane, and I was attending my own funeral. People were talking about what my last words were at the moment that I died. I was going around the funeral chuckling at how wrong they all were. While this dream isn’t related to Top Gun necessarily, I feel like I had to include it because I’ve been thinking lately of the stunt pilot who died while making the film.

6:23am EST – Saw a picture of a plane carrying the Space Shuttle Endeavour flying over New York and thought of Air Boss Johnson spilling his coffee.

This picture.

11:03am EST – Co-worker was talking about how formulaic hipster music is and mentioned that there’s usually whistling. Heard strains of “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay.”

1:12pm EST – Accidentally clicked teeth while making out. Thought of the Iceman bite in the locker room.

Dec. 5, 2012
9:19pm EST – Watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, “The Armageddon Game.” Dax mentions Bashir wanted to graduate top of his class. Pictured Iceman with the TOPGUN trophy.

Thanks for interrupting my Jadzia time, Val.

10:38pm EST – While drinking a beer, thought of Charlie pouring a beer.

Dec. 7, 2012
2:27am EST – Meant to say “apple juice.” Said “apple Goose.”

–END OF NOTES–

Yes. 9/11.

I have had to fight hard all year to not associate Top Gun with the tragedy of 9/11. I watch a plane fly at a tower every week. It was bound to happen. Frankly, once in December isn’t bad.

Context.

A plane in New York triggered thoughts of towers and buzzing them. Simple as that.

In other Pavlovian responses and Freudian slips, APPLE GOOSE? Where’d that come from?

Awww, never mind. The apple goose is cute. You’re okay, apple goose. Awww.