Want to bid on a private jet flight? Then fill up that empty leg with a bid, if you’re not too chicken

Are you a leg man? How about a leg woman? Well, my friends, legs might be in your traveling future if you like a little Internet crap-shooting. Here is an offer that might even match Bill Shatner “negotiating a deal” for you on behalf of Priceline. What is the new magic travel wave of the future? Why it is the quest to fill an “empty leg.”

A company called EmptyLegMarket LLC, has announced a new iPhone app on which one may name their price on chartering a private jet. Were you hearing me right? I think so. EmptyLeg customers can bid on chartering an entire private jet by simply entering when they want to go to, the amount they are willing to pay, and their payment information. Within 24 hours of submitting a bid a customer will be notified if their bid was accepted by one of the company’s jet operators.

“Nobody in the industry has an iPhone app allowing you to name your price to charter a private jet,” says Elliott Schwartz, Director of Operations for EmptyLegMarket, in a PRNewswire release.

I do not doubt that.

The EmptyLegMarket Website explains that an “Empty Leg” refers to a market term for unsold charter jet flight segments. Most of those segments listed for current empty legs require a call for a quote while others say $1 USD or USD $536. For instance, a current empty leg listing for a Saturday evening from Eagle County, Colo., to Hooks airport in Houston, on board a turboprop Pilatus PC-12 is up for bid starting at USD $1. Let the bid wars begin!

Well, it sounds interesting and potentially expensive. Whether this app will turn you on to something magical and even an economical alternative to commercial flight is the big question. I suppose one must call to ask what the flight really costs. Nevertheless, you may find some things on this ‘net suite that is a bargain. My advice though is to not count your flying chickens before they hatch. Nor should you plan your flight with the thought of a single dollar floating inside your head.

Congress to military: Stop the camo madness!

Congressional member bother themselves with all sorts of wacky issues. Although, sometimes our esteemed congressional members do hit the mark or at least come close.

Navy Times.com reported today that the Senate Armed Services Committee has agreed with their House colleagues that the military is spending way too much on unique-styled camouflage uniforms. I think I might add that the service is also spending too much time in spreading a trend that could hurt the military down the road.

It is ridiculous the number of camo combat uniforms the separate armed services has developed. Once the camouflage was jungle green. Then the desert patterns were added for Middle East service. At times you could see both patterns in the same combat zone which really didn’t make a lot of sense.

Then came a trend under the Donald Rumsfeld era of the Defense Department that “uniforms” should be uniform. First the Marine Corps developed an odd “digital” camo pattern. The Navy followed suit with a blue and gray mix that supposedly would hide some one on a ship, I suppose. That is not to mention they ditched the traditional chambray-dungaree bell bottom working uniform for a “Navy Working Uniform ” that is the style of the Army’s Battle Dress Uniform, (BDU). The Air Force has its own battle dress as well. Eventually, 22 camouflage separate patterns were designed for 45 terrains, according to Navy Times.

Of course, Congress looks here at the bottom line and all the money being spent. But what seems to be missing in such examining is that an “Army of One,” as the recruiting slogan goes, is quickly becoming an Armed Forces of One. The Navy has working uniforms which look as if they were hand-me-downs from the Marines. Give the Congressional staffers and military bureaucrats enough time and money and they are likely to come up with a 3-piece, pin-striped business suit to replace the traditional blue dress of the Marine Corps.

I served during a time of change with Navy uniforms. Although the blue dungaree, chambray working uniforms were still allowed, I was issued a blue jumper and dark blue work pants in boot camp. Our dress uniforms were like a traditional business suit one that was indistinguishable from the chief and officers’ dress along with that round hat with a bill you see in most uniforms, we still were allowed the dress whites and a cool-looking black undress working uniform with black shirt and black pants. Most sailors also didn’t like the dress blues because they saw the Navy sailor traditionally dressed like the sailor on the Crackerjacks box. The noise was heard and that uniform  was brought back in considerably short order.

Hopefully, the military men will have the ability and the foresight to keep tradition in uniforms. One might think it silly that someone would not join a military service because of a uniform. It might not be the only reason, but it does make a difference.

Congress is right to stop the craziness with the camos. Let’s just hope they don’t micromanage uniforms and still give the men and women who wear them the necessary input for which clothes the sailors, soldiers, Marines, airmen and coasties will wear.

 

Remembering those ancient days of the $10-fillup or less

Last week I was thinking on something or the other when I wondered about gas prices. I wasn’t wondering why gas was so high or will we ever gas priced return to $1-something a gallon? No, I was just trying to remember when gasoline was “cheap” during my lifetime.

I was specifically trying to remember what it cost me to drive back to far East Texas from San Diego when I was in the process of leaving the Navy. This was in 1978 and I had done a favor for a shipmate who in trying to repay me asked what it was going to cost for me to drive home from the ship. I think I told him “about $40.”  Looking back and doing some calculating, I might just have hit the nail right on its head.

Going by the theory that sooner or later you will eventually locate whatever you search for on the Internet, sure enough I found an historic listing of gas prices from 1929-2011. The table, published by the federal government’s Department of Energy was quite helpful in providing average gas prices. And an average was probably just what I needed since I was driving into different geographical areas, which as is the case today, have a wide range of gas prices.

Of course, I had to estimate the gas mileage my 1975 Toyota Corolla got and do some figuring on the actual miles from San Diego to Home.

It is an interesting little table though. It kind of provides some insight into history, such as when gas prices really took a turn toward the upswing. For instance in 1975. This was the year I bought my first new car and the gas went “way up.” I remember that pissed me off pretty good. In that case, the average price of a gallon rose from 39 cents to 53 cents. But in today’s dollars it represents about an increase of 50 cents. And that was a pretty good little chunk of change to take out of your budget back then.

Consider too that the average gas prices had remained in the 30-cent range for about 17 years — from 1957 until 1974-75 — when the price made a 14-cent leap. The prices just kept on going up and up. The last year we saw an average price less than a dollar was 1989. Although the average prices had never been that low again we have seen days when the prices would stay in the high-90-cent range, this being in the early “oughts.”

Call me wistful. Or call me a gas truck. It is interesting to know what gasoline prices looked like in bygone eras. It is also a handy reference to figure out the price of other items and the cost of living in general since petro generally sets prices of many assorted household goods. Read it and smile, not weep.

Yes I am still here, just been busy

Believe it or not I sometimes get busy. Such has been the case this week. I have had to work partial evenings this week and am pretty happy to do so as this would ordinarily be one of my “off-cycle” weeks. At this point I am having to work a full part-time schedule to stay afloat as I don’t always get the same number of hours, and thus the same amount of money, each week. Got it? Good. I believe I have an interview scheduled for a story around 1 p.m. Friday, but after that, I can return to the old EFD. I miss her/it so.

Intriguing news and the rest of the deep, deep beat

Some intriguing news has hit the electricical messaging system. When I opened my eightfeetdeep e-mail box, I received a message from one Salim Barywani whose email appears to have originated from a western county in Sweden called Västra Götalands län. His or her or its email may have come from there or could have bounced from somewhere else to there to many places in between before it came here. In here, I mean, Beaumont, Texas. For those of you too freaking lazy to move a few fingers, Beaumont is a city of about 118,000 located about 80 miles east of Houston (the fourth largest U.S. city,) about 45 miles north of the Gulf of Mexico, some 27 miles west of the Sabine River and Louisiana-Texas border, and just for s**ts and giggles, is 5,063 miles southwest of Vastra Gotalands Lan, Sweden.

More importantly is what was contained in the message from one Salim Barywani:

 “You have won One million pounds from Abu Dhabi, Manchester City promotion 2013.”

Talk about breath-taking. Just one question, mate! I have won “One million pounds” of what? I won 1 million pounds in U.K. currency £1 million? Or perhaps I won One million pounds of Cheerios. Maybe I won One million pounds of Boudreaux’s Butt Paste. More than likely, I won 1 million pounds of s**t. Then again, you never know.

The Abu Dhabi, Manchester City reference is even more baffling. The best I can tell from reading is this refers to the Manchester City FC, an English soccer team, owned by some Abu Dhabi businessmen, which has teamed up with the New York Yankees to buy a new Major League Soccer Team for the Big Apple. Ah yes, I can see myself hanging out with A-Rod, watching a little futbo, engaging in knife and bottle fighting, and having a little ongoing contest amongst Alex and I to see who can drop tens of pounds (of flab.)

“You are one of six lucky winner,” said the online missive.

I am one of something or other.

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And to hit the ol’ roundup, no one won the big Friday contest.  Your loss. It was a disguised former Vice President Dick “The Head” Cheney. The closest to the right answer was “Love Child of Sen. Fred Thompson and Kelsey Grammer.” That brilliant but incorrect answer was sent by Leon Trotsky, of Dime Box, Texas, who said: “That isn’t my real name but I’ve got a case of the trots today. Got it?”

Ay yi yi!