Cara Watling, The Revolver Click, salvation is the needles prick as heaven whispers through my veins the needles prick a loaded gun my life is solved nothing remains Click, this cracker and a .45 at heavens gates in one deep plunge an angel whispers in my ear “Forever is a loaded gun.” Click, Forever is a loaded gun went whispering across my mind a loaded gun with just one round to ease my pain to ease my mind Click, Two chances left and steel resolve one perfect empty pull a smile slides across my lips an easy pull it all explodes an easy pull fresh painted walls and suddenly I cease to care forever is a loaded gun goes whispering into the Air... Asa -00

Yes the nosering is real.
It's an 8 gauge and yes it hurt worse than anything else I've ever done in my life.

I had to pay my roadtax yesterday. It's the equivalent over here of getting your tabs stateside, but much more expensive. O well, life goes on.

I patrolled an off base beat the other night for the first time. It's been a week and a half since payday and it was raining so only a few sailors were out raising hell. I guess that's a good thing for a training night, but to be honest I was sort of hoping to have a bit of action. It'll come soon enough though, payday's a day away and I get to work off base that night too.

Canopenner and I have a long standing misunderstanding about a certain issue.
Feel free to read the following posts and put in your two cents.
Holmesian vice Sherlockian methodology...

Based on what you know about him in history books, what do you think Abraham Lincoln would be doing if he were alive today?
- Writing his memoirs of the Civil War.
- Advising the President.
- Desperately clawing at the inside of his coffin.


David Letterman

It's been a long week, but today is my Friday and it can't come to soon. We work 12 hour days, but with preparation before work and adminsitrative stuff after work it is usually a 14 hour evolution each day. I'm not complaining mind you, merely laying the foundation for my point that as the week wares on I tend to migrate into this sort of tunnel vision-single mindedness where a day consists of waking up, going to work, working out, and sleep. At any rate, even though it's technically Sunday over here, to me it's Friday and I can't wait for the next 14 hours to pass!

That Summer... v2.0 That summer, where work was merely the point between waking and the beginning of each nights decent into madness, was perfect. The passion with which one roomate sang, while another would thrash the place all wide eyed and pine fresh from gin shots. Nosering Girl, I love you... where Weekends seemed to flow into each other amidst the backdrop of his tortured tone-deaf lyrics I learned about magic that summer and playing good chess. I wanted to teach compassion and understanding but fear that at both I am in need of instruction myself. I remember the day for saying goodbye. Off to fight for God and Country. One of the hardest things I've had to do was closing that chapter and turning to walk out the door. -Asa

Count the black dots

Does having muscles make you stupid?
I have a very physical job, and in order to keep from getting my *ss whipped I've started lifting weights. I've never really lifted seriously before, and really enjoy the extra energy it provides. What I've noticed now though is that people are reacting to the difference in size and responding to me differently than they used to.

I don't think I've changed.
I still try to stand up to the man and poke a bully in the eye whenever possible. (metaphorically speaking)
I do spend a bit of time in the Gym now and not nearly so much with reading as I used to. But still, I don't think my ability to think critically has been seriously impacted in a negative way.



What do you think, does having muscles make you stupid?

I sent my mom some spring daisies the other day along with this note Mom, You're the greatest woman I know. If I ammount to anything at all in this life it is because when I'm talking with my Chief I envision you right behind me, at the ready with your big wooden paddle of justice. ;D Ace

They're serious as cancer... Colon Blow.

Improved colon health
may help address some of the
following, just to mention a few.

Headaches, Sinus pressure.
Fatigue, Lethargy, Potbelly.
Prolonged constipation.

They're even giving away a free poop t-shirt.
I couldn't believe this was a real site.
The horror of it all was just too much to pass on by.
I couldn't help sharing it with everyone.

My brother's best friend won tickets to a racing school down in florida. Of course the friend wanted to enjoy it as much as possible and so left the wife at home and brought my lucky little b*st*rd of a brother instead.

Nate he was a race car driver And he drove so *!*@#$%^ing fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Nate he was a race car driver He’d say el solo number one With a bocephus sticker On his 442 he’d light ’em up Just for fun -Primus

I watched an A&E made for TV movie today called Horatio Hornblower and based on a fictional British Naval Officer and his exploits during the French Revolution at the turn of the 19th century.

At first I thought it would be stupid, but the more I watched the more it wrapped me in. The characters are extremely well crafted and the cinematography behind the ships and sea battles was superbly amazing!
I'm off to catch those wankers who would rather endanger their future and the lives of your family by drunk driving than spend seven bucks on a cab, but will post some pics of this tomorrow.

Avast Swabies! Rusted Mort Flint here, What's yer pirate name?

So I got new tread for my car today. It's a good thing too, because the back end was bald as hell and I didn't even know it. I ride 17" low profiles and the car has a body kit, so the only part of the back tire you can really see is the extreme outside of it which is also the only part of it that doesn't wear. To make a short story long the outside looked ok while the middle was bald and the inside was worn through to the belts. After having seen these tires I'm not sure how they didn't blow apart on me a long time ago. The crappy part of the day came as I was backing my car off the lift. When the lift brought my car up, it reset the suspension (I have air adjustable suspension) in the front to super low, and I didn't know this until I was backing down and heard the CRRRUNCHHHHH. Painfully I finished backing and got out to survey the damage. It's bad, real bad. Fifteen minutes later the kit was back up and attached again, but my front end is now way too low and doesn't want to raise. I'm not sure why that is, but if it doesn't come back up soon (I think there's a short somewhere) I'll have to bring it in to the shop and pay through the nose for them to tell me it's broken and it'll cost hundreds to fix. Man this car pisses me off sometimes. But on the plus side with all new tread it really eats the road. We're talking 24 valve dual overhead cam single turbine 3.0 liters and 227 horses that get up and go like there's no tomorrow. It's almost scary how fast this car launches. But I digress. It's pissed me off for the last time with this front end suspension not responding and as soon as it's working again I'm selling it to a gearhead who can fiddle with it to his/her hearts content and getting a jeep.

As a navy cop, I was assigned to run radar on this one specific street each morning for a week or so. I was in plain view at the top of a hill, and even though I was there for two and a half hours every morning I would only catch five or so people not going the speed limit. Officers are the always the worst people to bust as they think they are above the law. Below is a compilation of several conversations I had with them.

Me: Good morning Sir, The reason I pulled you over this morning is that we clocked you doing 45 in a 25...
Lt: 25? Where is that posted?
Me: Once when you turned onto the street, once again halfway up the hill.
Lt: I See. Could you hurry it up, I don't have time for this.
Me: You know Sir, this is a residential street. A lot of children are crossing around this time on their way to school.
Lt: You know you're running a speed trap right? You just caught me when I was trying to get up the hill.
Me: Sir, I've been here all morning, of all the people I've watched come up that hill only you and two others have had a problem with obeying the law.
Lt: You know you're running a speed trap right? You just caught me when I was going down the hill.
Me: Sir, I've been here all morning, of all the people I've watched go down that hill only you and two others have had a problem with obeying the law.
Lt: I'm the duty officer today, you don't have to give me a ticket do you?
Me: Sir, our records indicate your insurance is expired, could I see your vehicle registration paperwork?
Lt: I just bought a new wallet and left my drivers license at home. Wow my insurance expired last month, my wife/husband is the one who takes care of it. I'll just park my car at work and take the bus until I can get it renewed.
Me: You're right about the bus sir, because I'm impounding your car right here.


Call me a bastard if you want to. I don't like ticketing people, and don't do it often unless someone's doing something dangerous like almost twice the posted speed limit on a street kids cross while on their way to school.