Do you live in a dilapidated house on Paper Street and hold underground fighting tournaments?
No. In map-making, it’s perfect, or it’s wrong.
They fly on clear days, when there are no obscuring clouds or storms.
The Lab makes prints from existing negatives year-round, but actual shooting of new film takes place between Autumn & Spring.
Leaves on the trees=useless photos. You can’t make a topographical map from the tops of trees.
I had somebody describe this once as “classical wasteful government behavior”, thus proving his absurd arrogance & utter ignorance about map-making. He insisted that private-sector Aerial Photo firms fly year-round. Well, if you say so, & maybe some of them do. But what good are useless photos? In map-making, it’s perfect, or it’s wrong. I suspect he confused making new prints from old negatives with creating new film.
It’s OK. Unofficially I still like you. It’s just that getting paid for playing games all day has to be the #2 best job in the world (after: “Muff Shaver to the Drop-Dead Gorgeous”) and I officially hate you for having the job I ought to have 
The sig is a complete rip-off, I misremember from whom…
I prevent large steel things from exploding.
I think it’s interesting, anyway. 
There are certain things it’s best not to talk about.
Well, I have an unusual job. Every few weeks I’ll reflect on the fact that my job has some very weird aspects to it.
I am the web designer, and I edit and shoot video, for a porn site.
I don’t just play games all day. I eat meals at work too.
(Unlike the average school, we have our own caterers. And they’re jolly good!)
The last time there was an Internet poll for best job in the World, I came 2nd. To a lady who watched porn films all day - providing a translation.
You realize you’re digging yourself in deeper, you official-hate-object, don’t you?
What do they do in places like Australia where the trees are non-deciduous?
Not being from Down Under, I really wouldn’t know.
Perhaps settle for a half-@ssed map?
You guys hiring right now by any chance?
Really? How long have you been doing that? I wouldn’t be suprised if I’ve heard you on the radio before.
Bosda Could you tell me what would be the closest scale one could order on an aerial map?
My job is not uncommon, but not highly sought after, I field complaint calls, and follow up code violations in a small midwestern city. I would like to have an aerial view of certain blocks of my town to see whats behind the 10 ft fence! :eek:
Yah and how do you measure the topography of the brazilian rainforest with photogrammetry?
Our lakes areas get flyovers in the summer for those frameable photos!
Crime scene cleanup? I think I could stomach it :dubious:
I miss working as a Private Investigator, primarily for this reason:
Me: “Yeah, I’m a PI.”
Them: “WOW! A private investigator?!? Really?! That’s must be really exciting!!”
Me: “Uh, no. It’s actually incredibly boring most of the time. I write a lot of reports.”
Them: 
Um…not certain what you’re asking.
Do you mean, what is the lowest altitude we shoot from?
Or the largest scale miles per inch?
Or the smallest?
I don’t.
i am sorry i am late in responding.
after the cow is decapitated, the lower jaw is removed and the tongue, with all of the throat musculatur is carved out with a knife. this is delivered to the tongue saw via a conveyor. the tongue saw operator saws the throat meat away, leaving about three quarters of an inch of the two small bones in the back of the tongue. the saw operator tosses the throat meat to a trim table, and drops the tongue into a sink. the wrapper washes the tongue and slips it into a plastic sleeve and boxes it up. the full boxes are sent to the freezer.
Totally serious here… do you become desensitized to porn? Does it excite you anymore, or is it just work? Does an actual naked women (or man) like your wife or girlfriend if you have one excite you?
Not to rain on a grand 'ol parade, but this would be a concern of mine if I was going into this field.
I’m a supervisor for a standardized test company. So, I read hundreds of student essays every day. Not the everyday run of the mill job.
Interesting. There’s a llama farm beside the railway line on the route to my parents’ place. When I go past it in the train I’ve often wondered what it would be like to work there.
For me, I am not desensitised. The worst that has happened is that I can’t view the stuff we make ourselves objectively anymore, and tend to view it artistically or creatively rather than sexually, which probably isn’t so good for business really, but then again doesn’t seem to be harming us too much.
I do know that other coworkers of mine view sex differently now, though. It is an inevitable side effect.