Years ago, before the current crop of Radio Control Drones were even thought of, I experimented with mounting a 35mm SLR underneath a Two Stroke Powered Radio Control Helicopter. I built it myself converting a kit for an aerobatic helicopter into a huge camera carrying platform.
I used the biggest model engine I could find, swinging the biggest Carbon Fibre Rotor blades i could buy. It was a big, scary, noisy machine. When sat in the sky, hovering, it was Imposing and impressive, but it took terrible photos because the smoke, vibration, and oil residue that coated everything in a 1 meter radius of the exhaust. I was however pioneering 🙂
As a Christmas Treat I purchased a Drone, complete with a Camera mounted on a nifty gimbal that keeps the image super stable…The Drone will fly itself with a sophisticated Autopilot that is aware of obstacles (trees, posts etc) and can take avoiding action autonomously. It can even be programmed to follow a vehicle, person or object up to around 50 kmh.
The camera image quality impressive for such a small light weight unit. So good in fact, I wished that my Drone was loaded out with a Hellfire Missile. Having photographed a stunning WA sunset from 100 meters I turned the Drone round and brought it in to land in front of me. A sight far less impressive than the the sublime beauty of a Busselton Evening Sky began to emerge as the aircraft descended… Me…
A single strike from a decent warhead would have been most useful for obliterating the truly abysmal image that filled the screen.
All of those moments of Misgendering now make perfect sense. I’m a fucking mess. I have become the very joke I strived hard not to be. A shambolic parody of female humanity.
Alas Harvey Norman don’t sell Hellfire equipped Drones, so I am stuck with this truly monstrous form, which is hard to cope with.
Normal service will be resumed just as soon as I work out what normal looks like.
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