So I made it here but my bags didn't...

It's ok though, I had packed enough of the essentials that I at least had set of T-shirt and skivies among other things.

My bags arived the following afternoon, and man was I glad to have some uniforms to jump into. Nobody said anything, cause they all understand how it is, but it was just odd to be the only one in civies while the entire rest of the base was walking around in uniform.

On the one hand, I could get away with a lot more, because nobody was really sure what my rank was, and I think some of them thought I was an officer. On the other hand, there's something to be said for the annonymity of a uniform. When you look just like everyone else people tend to give you the once over then forget about you. When you're the odd duck out, everyone wants to know your business.

Anyway, things are going well.

I've caught colds bigger than this 'lil guy, but that doesn't mean he didn't put up a fight...

I've been to Valleyfair more times than I can remember, and each time I've watched people on the ripcord just wishing I was frivilous enough to spend the extra cashola to ride it. So this time I came prepared with an extra bit of what makes the world go around for just such a purpose. Oddly enough, my brother Matt must have had the same idea because he was more than happy to pony up for it as well and our fearless-type sister in law was right behind him.

Also, I was lucky enough to be the one who got to pull the ripcord and am also the fool yahooing like Goofy off the end of a skijump.

It's been so long since I told ghost stories that I forgot 90% of the ones I knew. The other 10% wasn't really cohesive enough to share. Towards that end, and so I'll be prepared next time, anybody got any good ghost stories?

I celebrated my independance today by jumping over the side of a cliff.



My friends Taylor and Amber were camping up near Tettegouche along the North Shore of lake Superior, and invited me to stop on up for an early morning climb.
"Trust us." they kept saying as I was about to go over.
"Trust the equipment" I kept saying as I leaned out and repelled down...

You see, I've never been rock climbing before but this month has been full of new things and so when the opportunity came along I went for it. The hard thing about this climb was that we had to repell down then climb back up, instead of starting at the bottom. The way it was explained to me there's no room for changing your mind with this type of setup, once you're over the ledge you have to climb back up.

So, I was over the edge and repelled down to the point where there's no more line left and I'm at this itsy bitsy four inch ledge. Once I changed where my line is clipped from the front of the harness to the back, I began the journey of a thousand handholds by taking my first grip.

Taylor and Amber were great sports about it. It took me longer to make one run than it had taken both of them together, and that's including the ten minute cookie and water break between climbs. At any rate, I'm hooked and plan to spend a bit more time at some climbing walls in order to learn my head from my butt and get a little better at the safety aspect of it.

Here are a few pics of other stuff I saw while in the park.

He didn't have them for long, but somewhere between the morning shave and his better half finding out, my kid brother had chops...

I went to a Twins Game today!
Surprisingly to me, they smoked Milwaukee 8-0. I know I've been gone a while, but I don't remember them being this good.

In other news, I spent Thursday and Friday with friends in Alexandria and Brainerd, and hope to maybe go rock climbing over the fourth!!!

Anyway, it's time to run.
bye

In keeping with my previous theme...

You really can't tell it here, but that's a camel that I have my hand on. The guy who took my picture didn't know how to use the camera so instead of a nice shot with me and some chili eating fleabag, it looks like I'm resting my hand on a shag carpeted chaise lounge. But I digress.


See what I mean, Chili eater...

It struck me that I've been a bit lax in posting lately, so without further ado, stand by for a series of completely uninforming yet timely posts.

P.S. After all the drama, this is what I ended up with.

I've bought my car!
There was a moment there when I thought he might just back down, but in the end things turned out just right.

Also, I had lunch with the SmartyPantsed one the other day, and to be honest it answered a lot of questions I've had lately....
For instance, what exactly is a drunken apple, or are the devil's pickles really all that spicy; thanks to that lunch I now know the answer to both of those intriguing dilemas.

But I digress.

I finally made it to the states, and my little brother is back here too!

I found a great car and will finalize on it this weekend. I wanted to come to Brainerd today, but couldn't reach anyone to hang out with so I guess I have to postpone it for a week.

So, about Valleyfair!!!
When's a good time for you?

So I got around to looking up insurance quotes the other day and guess what...
New company, high premiums, no new fancy faster than the Millinium Falcon type car for me. Right now I'm thinking either Honda Civic or Nissan Altima.

Well, it's been a week and now I am out of my place and back to work for my normal department. Don't have the tickets in my hand yet, but I've been told by a friend who works in the travel department that I'm scheduled to be off the island by the end of this month!

I packed my apartment today and sent it on it's merry way.

So what I'm left with right now is a suitcase full of clothes, a box full of paperwork, a laptop full of music and my favorite chess set ever. I'm coming home by the last week in June, and the in-between of preparing to leave then waiting for weeks is driving me nuts.

I'm supposed to be out of my flat tomorrow, and I'm ready to go, but I work from dawn to (almost) dusk, which over here is pretty long. At any rate I'm sure the manager won't still be working by the time I get off and so I need to figure out a way to get checked out without incurring an extra days' rent. If I have to, I have to, but there are a lot better things to spend 75 bucks on than one more night in this place.

Something I would much rather spend my 75 bucks on is a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR4.
For those of you who aren't familiar with this car it can be summed up in five simple characters. 320hp



Ever since Japan, I've been jonesin for another nice ride. I'm so tempted to buy one of these, I ask you how am I supposed to say no to a car that goes 0-60 in 5.4 seconds?

So a friend and I went to see this movie "The hills have eyes" about irradiated mutant canibals in the Nevada desert. I wasn't all that thrilled about the movie from the beginning because that type of movie really isn't my cup of tea, but there was nothing better to do so I relented... At any rate, the first half of the movie was stupid and boring with all the old horror cliches, but the last half took a surprising turn. In short, this peacefull yuppy cell phone salesman straps a baseball bat and goes wanders through these desert caves in search of the canibals who stole his 9 month old baby.


The guy is a putz, and through the whole last half of the movie I found myself torn between saying things like "that fool deserves to be shot with his own gun" and fighting not to yell outloud as he blunders from one life threatening scenario to the next, and wishing I could be there to help him deliver the louisville slugger of justice. (Especially when he is wrastling the 7 foot axe mutant, and it starts throwing him through the rotten drywall.)
I guess what I'm trying to get at is that if you go your whole life and never watch this movie you'll probably be happier for it, but if you have an hour to waste, the last half is better than a kick in the shins.

Tomorrow's going to be a good day; supposedly I'm gonna re-enlist.

In short it means that I'm bringing my good wooden chess set (Rob, you'd flip over this thing) and after taking care of a few odds and ends, plan to go through with the ceremony then cash in my liberty chit and go play chess and sip lates with friends till my blood turns to liquid caffeine.

Also, my Senior Chief came through for me in spades today... The command was going to give me a letter of extension on my old eval instead of issueing a transfer eval, which would mean that I wouldn't get credit for anything I've been doing since January. I talked to a number of people to try to take care of it, but it wasn't until they had all run into an administrative wall that I called on the big guns. I wasn't sure what I expected, but it sure wasn't what actually happened. Senior laid HANDS on people, and within a matter of minutes my transfer eval was back on track and my faith in the chain of command stood restored.

Well,
As much as I griped about Blogger, I got bored at WordPress with not being able to play around with my template...

Having said that, I'm back and have created a new template to celebrate.
Yeah it probably still looks like the old template to you because they haven't worked out replication issues on their servers; but that's ok, it looks like gold to me.

I'm trying out a new blog...

Catch my new blog at WordPress.com

What can I say, if it doesn't work out I'll be back, but I have a good feeling about it so far.

So Holly (not berries, the frozen one) moved to a new blog. I haven't updated my link yet, but you can find her here. I can't say that I blame her, and if they ever fixed their stupid commenting system to allow haloscan or anonymous comments I might just follow her over. For now, I'm stayin here and will have to content myself with a new color scheme.

I finally got around to watching Jarhead, and about five minutes into it decided that it was going to be a flop of a moive. In spite of this I kept watching it waiting for that magic "aha" moment where it would suddenly make sense and reveal some hidden truth about the tragedy of the human condition. Maybe it happened when I fell asleep, maybe it happened when I went to make popcorn, but probably it just didn't happen at all.

O, wait! I guess it did have one hidden truth at the very end, one which I would be only to happy to reveal. The truth is it this movie is so much worse than I though possible, don't even waste your time.

So I qualified as an expert with both rifle and pistol last
week. To be honest, it was kind of a surprise to me. Although I did it last
time too I figured it was just a lucky accident, but two times in a row
just can't be ignored.

I've always found introspection to be interesting. ;D

I also discovered that I wanted to wish someone a Happy Birthday back in late February, but forgot, and that I really should check my Gmail account more often. I realized that I like funk, and shouldn't eat jalapenos, black olives, green peppers and salsa on my taco wrap if I plan to spend the afternoon in an enclosed space. Also, I realized that even though I want to buy a convertable this summer, I should probably opt for the econo-car that gets five times the milage.

So a priate walks into a bar with a ships wheel down the front of his pants...
The bartender looks at him and asks: You do realize there's a ships wheel down the front of your pants, right?
To which the pirate replies: Arrrgh I know, It's driving me nuts!

So, you know what drives me nuts?
People who post on my college comment board with either hasty generalizations or oppinions that have no factual basis in reality.
Currently, we're discussing the subject of child molestation. The average comment is that it is a disease without a cure and that we need to lock them up, kill them, or both in that order. Although there was one guy who advocated beating them with a bat after they're arrested but before you kill them.

My two cents:
1) Surgical castration has been shown to reduce the recidivism rate to 3% and chemical castration reduces it to 5%.
2)At the point where we lock them up the damage has already been done and we need to be proactive in stoping this before it happens by becoming harsher on child pornographers, and educating the public in things they can do that will help to make their kids harder targets for prospective child molesters.

Nobody wants to hear that though, they just want to kill the molesters after they've done the damage.
I agree that it's a horible crime that totally destroys an inocent life, and I firmly believe that even one relaps into vicimizing a child is two to many. And if you want to kill them then that's on you, but don't use knee-jerk made up numbers, and facts that you pull out of your bum to justify murdering someone who commits these acts when there are other, proven, ways to deal with the problem.

So, do you think I'm being to naive here?

Hmm what to post, what to post, what to post...

O, I know. The newest issue of Mental Floss came in the mail today. Speaking of that, I've only read it once and believe it's time for a second perusal.

I saw MI-3 with a friend last night!

By the time we arived the showing we wanted to see was sold out. The next showing was almost sold out too, but we managed to grab two of the last few tickets available. Of course this put us front row left, which made the perspective on Tom Cruiz's nose hairs rather interesting. None the less, this movie was better by far than I was expecting; in fact, I actually enjoyed it.

O yeah, I almost forgot. Did you know that although Ichi Ban may look like german, it's actually Japanese for "Number One"?

Guess what I just found...
It's the HMS Ocean Ace!

    

If a picture's worth a thousand words, and I've just posted three,
does that mean I can get away with not posting for another week or so?

I think it does.

I was screwing around with an animation program to create a logo for my command's sponsorship website. Towards that end, which of these do you like best?










Be honest now, this is for posterity...

I'm getting anxious to be on leave.
Also, I sent Matt a care package today with a few goodies.

In other news it's getting hot out here, and we had our first sand storm of the season. Also, there are issues with my re-enlistment chit and two different branches of my chain of command have it held in limbo while they decide who has he biggest collection of rubber stamps. Personally, I'm voting for the NCs over the LT. Not so much because I think the NCs will win, but because if they do it means less work for me.

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I got an email from my brother today!
He's doing well and is keeping busy, and asked me to send two dozen screws and some snacks. So I bought the screws, some drywall anchors, some pringles, some dominoes, a set of fuzzy dice, and some toilet paper (it's the good kind too). In theory, I'll mail it tomorrow.

Also, I didn't break my foot this morning, at least I didn't think anything was broken. I've broken bones before, and this didn't hurt nearly as much, but Chief told me to get it looked at anyway. Sure enough, the X-rays came back fine, so the HM1 told me to hydrate and keep on running, just not more than ten miles a week.


Something I did break however was my resolve to not spend money needlessly... In other words, I bought some bling. I know it's frivolous, and I've never been much for wearing jewelry, but I wanted something to remember Bahrain by and nothing says "So long sucka!" like 18k gold.

I got an email from my brother today!
He's doing well and is keeping busy, and asked me to send two dozen screws and some snacks. So I bought the screws, some drywall anchors, some pringles, some dominoes, a set of fuzzy dice, and some toilet paper (it's the good kind too). In theory, I'll mail it tomorrow.

Also, I didn't break my foot this morning, at least I didn't think anything was broken. I've broken bones before, and this didn't hurt nearly as much, but Chief told me to get it looked at anyway. Sure enough, the X-rays came back fine, so the HM1 told me to hydrate and keep on running, just not more than ten miles a week.


Something I did break however was my resolve to not spend money needlessly... In other words, I bought some bling. I know it's frivolous, and I've never been much for wearing jewelry, but I wanted something to remember Bahrain by and nothing says "So long sucka!" like 18k gold.

I ran five miles yesterday morning for the first time since A school. I won't lie, it almost beat me down. I have a lot of new blisters, and need to invest in a new pair of shoes, but now that I've done it once it's going to be that much easier to do again, and again, and again.

Also, I decided to make a go at doing 20 in the Navy.
There's a bit of paperwork to do, but my re-enlistment should happen on June 2nd.

O! A friend of mine got baptized last night. She's a Catholic, and her baptism happened at their Easter vigil, so the whole ceremony was a bit odd to me. I sat next to a mutual friend, who goes to the Baptist service with me so at least we would be lost at the same points in the Mass.

Also, my kid brother is now over here and a bit further north than I am. The water's bad up there, the bugs are bad up there, and the camel spiders would eat your kitty cat for breakfast. If you want to send any supplies his way I'm sure his whole division would appreciate it. Email me if you want his mailing address.

Things I know he'll need:
Toilet Paper
Bug Spray (Guy's who have been there tell me Skin So Soft works the best)
Anti-bacterial hand disinfectant.
Dish Soap.

There's more to the list, I'll update it shortly.

One of the assignments for the victimology class I'm in right now involved coming to terms with societies fascination with murder via all the different words the english lanugage has which allude to it.

Some people went with infanticide, or genocide, while others strayed to 187, liquidate and slay. I was kinda miffed that someone already had genocide, because I wanted to tie it into the situation with Rwanda, but what can I say those are the breaks. At any rate, I chose to define assassination.


Assassination
One theory states that this word has it's origins in a fringe Shia order, the Nizari Ismailis, more commonly known as the Hashshashin. According to research, this group used to ingest Hashish before combat missions in order to be fearless.

Dictionary.com defines Assasination as:
1) To murder (a prominent person) by surprise attack, as for political reasons.
2) To destroy or injure treacherously: assassinate a rival's character.


I'm not entirely satisfied with the limitations of the first definition as it leaves a bit of gray area open for debate. For instance, what if you murdered someone by surprise attack for personal reasons, what if the person you murdered for political reasons wasn't prominent, would these instances still be considered assassination?


Talk about an easy homework assignment! I think I'll go to bed early tonight.

So I was working on T-shirt logos for my detachment.
They're too large to put on this blog, but here are links to two versions
Black and White
In Color

Other than that not much is new.

Yes Rob, before you say it I totally bit off the image of that Knight from Oblivion. But it's not being reproduced for a profit, so that makes it ok right?

Should I stay or should I go?

This song, or rather it's chorus, has been running through my mind the last few days. (and nights come to think of it)

"Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double..."

You see it's like this. I've reached that magical point in my career where it's time to re-enlist or face the consequences. On the one hand, if I get out I can get my masters. On the other hand if I stay in I can get my masters, but it'll take the better part of the next five years. If I get out I can buy a house and get a dog. If I stay in I can still buy a house, but will then have to rent it when I'm overseas... Oh, yea and with this job forget the pooch.

I've only been in for three years but have already made extremely good headway in gaining rank and if I did 20 there's no doubt I'd retire as a senior chief or master chief. On the other hand, if I get out I stand a pretty good chance of working somewhere in government law enforcement and would probably do pretty well there too.

What it really boils down to is, do I want to move every two to four years for the next 17 years, or do I want to try for something a bit more stable.


At any rate, now you know what keeps me up at night.

"So come on and let me know....
Should I stay or should I go?"

I was walking to my apartment last night and saw the oddest thing.

Out here that workers are a dime a dozen, and I think the last guy who whispered the word OSHA can probably be found beneath one of the pillars they are hammering away at.


Here's something I did while avoiding homework the other day.

My new office is nice.... It has a window.
I share it with a chief, but he's gone a lot. It's in an out of the way place so I'm not bothered nearly as much as I used to be. The only downside is that there are two other offices up there right next to mine which include two chiefs and a warrant officer, so I end up getting tasked with stupid stuff like "go and make me some copies", and "MA2, could you hook up my printer again." Still, it's better than where I was before and I'll gladly take the bad with the good.

At any rate, that's my story and I'm sticken to it.

O, I'm still going to Getmo and will be returning stateside for a whole month of leave, somewhere around the 20th of June.

Chief: Schaefer, what a huge office you have... You in here all by yourself?
Me: No Chief, GM2 Simmons sits right over there. Out of curiosity, why do you ask?
Chief: The Warrant was over scoping out my office this morning, he's moving in and I need to find a new space for myself and two YN's. You're office is really nice...
Me: It's really not that nice Chief, there's no way to lock the door, none of the filing cabinets lock either, you'd have no way to keep all your sensitive stuff secured.
Chief: (Laughing) I think I'm gonna like this office, it's really nice... and there's so much room.

This is the fourth office I've had since January. Every time I get into a new space and set everything up the way I like it, somebodies gotta come along and snatch the productivity right out from under me.

I guess it's not so bad, maybe my next office will have a door that locks. God help them if it does! I'd lock that sucker, put on the headphones and not come out till the day was over, the network was down, or I had to track down some unfortunate overling and apply the ikkyo grip of my virtuous will.

But I digress...

So things are kind of in the gray area again with whether or not I'll be going to another duty station or staying here. Ever since I got my orders and found that they had me at my next duty station two months longer than I would be on active duty, I've been trying to get someone to tell me how the two months were going to be adjusted for. Normally the sailor would have to route a request to extend for those two months or lose the orders.

I wouldn't have a problem with extending, except that I get out in early December, which means I get to be home for Christmas. If I do extend for those two months and get out in Feb. there is no way they'll let me go home for Christmas right before I leave the Navy for good.

To make a short story long, somebody finally emailed me back and wants to start looking into the situation, so it looks like I might know for sure in the next few days where it is that I'll actually spend my last 18 months in the Navy.

I braved the local souk (market) the other day, dancing through the homicidal taxi traffick and deftly avoiding the knock-off vendors, to chill near the fountain till the shops opened up at 1600.

So this is the light at the end of the tunnel!!!
Oh, no wait, it's just more desert...

This week has been a good week.
I still have a bit of those videos to watch, I'm almost done with my Criminal Justice final, and after that it's goodbye to homework for a whole week!!!

So what will I do with all this new-found free time you ask.
To be honest I'm kinda curious about that one.
Believe it or not I think I might write a poem or two.


Oh, Yeah.
Asa! Asa! Asa! came from Alexi and Abbe's little girl, Mable, when she first began to talk. I used to hang out with Alexi when Abbe was at work. Before Mable could talk, I would repeat my name to her in the hopes that when she did start talking she would know my name. The way Alexi tells it, a couple of days after she started talking he was driving over to see me and when he rounded the block and my townhouse was in view Mable recognized it and started saying Asa! Asa! Asa! because she thought it was one long word instead of a short word repeated again and again and again.

So anyway, that's my story and I'm stickin to it.

So I just got this package from home with some family videos of last Christmas!!!

EURIKA!!!!

There were also some cookies,
some old DVD's (including a Sherlock Holmes one that I've never ever even heard of!)
and a cool puzzle from My brother who's blog is never-ever updated.

The Christmas videos were the best though. and long tooo. I' haven't even cracked the surface. There are litterally hours of stuff!!!

anyway, gotta go and have Christmas, catch you fools later.

Asa! Asa! Asa!

I bald-facedly ripped off Holly's blog for this.

Four jobs you have had:
1. Fiber Optic Cable Splicer/Prepper
2. Computer Support Technician
3. Landscaper (glorified ditch digger/sod layer)
4. Navy Cop

Four movies you could watch over and over:
1. The princess bride
2. Second Hand Lions
3. Groundhog's Day
4. Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Four places you've lived:
1. Bemidji MinnysOta
2. Yokosuka Japan
3. Brainerd Minnesota
4. Manama Bahrain

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Serenity (again and again and again)
2. Scrubs
3. Mythbusters (did you see the one where they welded rockets to the top of the '67 Impala!?!)
4. Frasier

Four places you've been on vacation:
1. Bemidji
2. Seattle
3. Some city in Canada (I was kind of young)
4. Tehachapi California

Four of your favorite foods:
1. Bananas
2. Shrimps (you can't have just one)
3. General Tzo's Chicken
4. Steamed Broccoli

Four places you'd rather be right now:
1. The U.S.
2. England
3. Germany
4. Spain

Four sites I visit daily: (only 4?!?)
1. My Brother's Blog http://www.mattinthesand.blogspot.com/
2. Google
3. My brother from another mother's blog http://www.madchatthew.blogspot.com/
4. My other brother from another mother's blog http://www.canopenner.blogspot.com/

Four Bloggers you are tagging:
1. Christy (the hubristic minx)
2. Holly (the icebound bobby-soxer at heart)
3. Holly (the loquacious canary)
4. Robert (the pleonastic puck)

"The analysts write about war as if it's a ballet . . . like it's choreographed ahead of time, and when the orchestra strikes up and starts playing, everyone goes out there and plays a set piece.

"What I always say to those folks is, 'Yes, it's choreographed, and what happens is the orchestra starts playing and some !@#$%! climbs out of the orchestra pit with a bayonet and starts chasing you around the stage.' And the choreography goes right out the window."

-Norman Schwarzkopf

Giving sad news to a troop
The Captain called the Sergeant in. "Sarge, I just got a telegram that Private Jones' mother died yesterday. Better go tell him and send him in to see me."

So the Sergeant calls for his morning formation and lines up all the troops. "Listen up, men," says the Sergeant. "Johnson, report to the mess hall for KP. Smith, report to Personnel to sign some papers. The rest of you men report to the Motor Pool for maintenance. Oh by the way, Jones, your mother died, report to the commander."

Later that day the Captain called the Sergeant into his office. "Hey, Sarge, that was a pretty cold way to inform Jones his mother died. Couldn't you be a bit more tactful, next time?"

"Yes, sir," answered the Sarge.

A few months later, the Captain called the Sergeant in again with, "Sarge, I just got a telegram that Private McGrath's mother died. You'd better go tell him and send him in to see me. This time be more tactful."

So the Sergeant calls for his morning formation. "Ok, men, fall in and listen up." "Everybody with a mother, take two steps forward." "Not so fast, McGrath!"

All things considered,
today was a pretty good day.

Ok, so I was bored tonight and instead of doing my homework I decided to go through some old pictures. There were so many that I couldn't put them all on the site, so I settled for a making a collage.
Click here for a printable version.

P.S. Chad and Rob, "I'm Pinching You!"

!!!!SuDoKu!!!!

* Each column contains the numbers 1-9.
* Each row contains the numbers 1-9 .
* Each 3x3 square contains the numbers 1-9.

So this is my old department's logo. It is going to be posted on the door to my office, but first I want to put a motto on the bottom of it. Here are some of the one's I came up with, what do you think? Feel free to comment and suggest other mottos as well.

Ad augusta per angusta - To high places by narrow roads
Amat victoria curam - Victory favors those who take pains
Animis opibusque parati - Prepared in minds and resources (ready for anything)
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam - I will either find a way or make one
vina Sancta! - Holy cow!
Braccae tuae aperiuntur - Your fly is open
Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris - If Caesar were alive, you'd be chained to an oar
Credo elvem etiam vivere - I believe Elvis lives
Caro putridas es! - You're dead meat
Cursum perficio - My journey is over, or I finish my journey
Duc, sequere, aut de via decede - Lead, follow, or get out of the way
Dulce bellum inexpertis - War is sweet for those who haven't experienced it. (Pindaros)
Dum spiramus tuebimur - While we breathe, we shall defend
Dura lex, sed lex - The law is harsh, but it is the law
Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre? - Is that a scroll in your toga, or are you just happy to see me?
primordium potissimus - the first, the best
Virtute et armis - By courage and by arms
Vescere bracis meis - Eat my shorts
Non illigitamus carborundum - "don't let the bastards grind you down"

Bat The Penguine!!!

best score 320

Well,
Don't know what to say.
My division went the way of the Dodo this morning and I am one of the few left to sweep up the pieces and facilitate the transition of personnel.
I was kicked out of my office,
My favorite LPO is gone,
The world is a very different place right now than it was when I woke up this morning and it's going to take a bit of getting used to.

Canopenner says:
Did you goto my blog today?
Ocean Ace says:
and then you spoiled season two for me
Ocean Ace says:
did you go to my blog in the lsat three days?
Ocean Ace says:
and comment?
Canopenner says:
I did?
Canopenner says:
maybe
Canopenner says:
lemme go now
Ocean Ace says:
I'm checking
Ocean Ace says:
...

I will now do my little tapity-tapity dance, kick symbolic dust on your shoes and yell it like you did something wrong...
"CHALLANGE!"

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

OK, OK, You know me too well, I was just happy to pass.

And now for my movie...
The Spinney Gig.

The Spinney Gig.

It is my firm belief that once every six months or so you should take your computer apart down to it's nubbins, walk away for a day and then return and put it all back together again, just to remind it who's really in charge.

I have owned my current computer, a desknote a929, for a little over two years now and have never done this to it. A chief told me yesterday that desknotes had removable video card, and even though I knew it had an integrated one, since he used to sell them I took his word for it and began to plan my assault. Feeling the sudden wild urge to tinker with stuff at about 0143 last night I did just that. I took it apart then fell asleep, then got up and went to work then came home and finished dismantling it then saw the Chief was in error and put it back together.

You have no idea how many screws there are involved in taking apart a desktop replacement to it's chassis. I stopped short of unseating the motherboard, but did just about everything else. To be honest, after it was all back together I was kinda holding my breath during the bootup process expecting to hear a pop, or see a puff of smoke or even worse, have nothing at all happen. Instead it worked like a champ. Guess I showed it who's boss.

I wanted to take pictures, but my camera ate all the batteries up while I was shooting video of this windup toy I got for Christmas. (shutup, it's a fun toy and my friends all like it too.)

Anyway... So there it is, a real post.

It's been a long time since I posted, but to tell you the truth I've kinda run out of things to say.

I'm listening to this new CD Miles to Miles, it's a tribute to Miles Davis by this guy Jason Miles and it's ok I guess, but it's not really anything special. In fact, I think I'm going to delete the first few tracks from my MP3 player cause they give me a headache.

:D Asa