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If my blogg were written by a Elmer Fudd, it might look a little something LIKE THIS


In other news just because you're not paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you...

Two Words, Squirrel Fishing.




I don't know why, but for some reason when I saw this page I thought of two things. The first being how much my Dad would probably love this sort of thing, with a close second being how the whole experiment roughly symbolized the corporate working environment.


But I digress...

Well, it's official. I'm hanging up my sealegs and pulling up an office chair.
The other morning MA1 asked me if I knew anything about computers. I was a bit leery at first, thinking I might get roped into some sort of nightmare involving tech support on a pc that had been around longer than I have, but admitted sheepishly that I used to do some stuff with software support. After that, he dropped it and I didn't think any more of it until I heard him ask someone else the same thing later on that same morning.

I have to admit, I was a bit put off that he hadn't asked me to fix whatever was broken, so I stopped by his cube at the end of the day and reminded him about our conversation and asked if there was anything I could help with.

As it turns out, nothing was broken but our department Yeoman is moving on to another command and we need someone she can train in to do her job in a hurry. I guess the thinking on this was that since I know how to type... Well, you get the picture.

In order to appreciate the horror of this tasking, you have to realize exactly what it is they asked me to do. To put it in perspective, it would be similar to asking Bob the janitor to take over as the bottom half of the HR department, and executive secretary because he already knows his way around the building.

Oh well, this too shall pass.

DC, an old poker buddy, sent me a heads up about the following video.
Apparently, it's a car advertisement from Great Britain. When they finished
filming the ad, the film editor noticed something moving along the side of
the car, like a ghostly white mist. They found out that a person had been
killed a year earlier in that exact same spot.

The ad was never put on TV because of the unexplained ghostly phenomenon.
Watch the front end of the car as it clears the trees in the middle of
the screen and you'll see the white mist crossing in front of the car then
following it along the road....Spooky!

Is it a ghost, or is it simply mist? You decide. If you listen to the ad,
you'll even hear the cameraman whispering in the background about it near
the end of the commercial.




I'm still not convinced...

I know it's a sudden break from probing alien abduction issues, but I just couldn't let this slide without at least bringing it to your attention.

The Vatican wants to make a deal.
The Vatican is hoping to regain control of the Room of the Last Supper in Jerusalem, one of the most sacred sites in Christianity.
It will, in exchange, hand over to the Jewish community the historic synagogue at Toledo in Spain, at present a Catholic church.

So, The Department of Redundancy Department had a discussion on one of his posts about aliens and I couldn't resist adding my theory to the fray.

First, I think that UFO sightings are real but logically explainable. i.e. Helicopters, military aircraft, atmospheric events etc. However, if there really were aliens who were studying us Jane Goodall style, wouldn't the additional act of violating the subject in a manner that runs contrary to the norms of every society on earth act to either dissuade the subject from coming forth about the experience all together, or entirely discredit anyone who did choose to come forth.
After all which is more believable, "They abducted me for scientific experimentation!", or "They abducted me for scientific experimentation and then "probed" me!!!". Now, which would be harder for you to admit?

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PIRATE JOKE(s) OF THE DAY!!!

Long ago lived a seaman named Captain Bravo. He was a manly man who showed no fear in facing his enemies. One day, while sailing the seven seas, a look-out spotted a pirate ship and the crew became frantic. Captain Bravo bellowed, ''Bring me my Red Shirt.'' The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain's red shirt and whilst wearing the bright red frock he led his men into battle and defeated the pirates.

Later on that day, the look-out spotted not one, but two pirate ships. The captain again called for his red shirt and once again, though the fighting was fierce, he was victorious over the two ships. That evening, all the men sat around on the deck recounting the day's triumphs and one of the them asked the captain, ''Sir, why do you call for your red shirt before battle? The captain replied, ''If I am wounded in the attack, the shirt will not show my blood and thus, you men will continue to fight, unafraid.''

All of the men sat in silence and marveled at the courage of such a manly man as Captain Bravo. As dawn came the next morning, the look-out spotted not one, not two, but TEN pirates ships approaching from the far horizon. The crew stared at the captain and waited for his usual reply.

Captain Bravo calmly shouted, ''Get me my brown pants.''


courtesy of http://www.drpsychotic.com/jokes/jokes13.html

My team was at the airport orders in hand, and then the LT called Chief.
"Back into the transports, you're not going home today..."
Chief broke it to me, I walked over and broke it to the rest of the crew.

We all just stood there for a few seconds, each one looking like they found out we were having week old gym socks for lunch and all I could think of was that Bogart line from Casablanca. Grabbing my pack and the comm gear I began towards the transport and tossed the quote over my shoulder with a laugh.

"If that plane leaves the ground and we're not on it we'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of our life."

O well, at least there's still internet access.

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PIRATE JOKE OF THE DAY!!!

Q. What does a pirate say when he takes over santa's job?
A. Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum

ok, ok, ok,
here's a slightly more user friendly blog

Ace

Hey! We have a close by, quasi-reliable internet connection out here!!!

Anyway, Big Wheels is a friend from Japan. He's in the video my mom mentioned, although you should be warned that the only reason she ever brings up that movie is that she rather enjoys the infamy it brings.

And so,
Without further ado...
The Story Of My Camera.

Things to remember when viewing this file.
*  The file is 1.04 mb and my take a moment to download.
*  It plays with either windows media or divix.
*  My parents are so cool I would have just given the camera to them if they'd have asked.

Well, here I am again...
It's Wednesday night and I'm out of town for work again...
This job is lasting a bit longer than expected and so I won't be back in Bahrain in time to see Big Wheels from Japan who happened to be traveling through on orders. What are the odds that he's having a layover for exactly the same days that they send me out on this mission???

The kicker is that he's going to be there almost the whole time I'm underway but is embarking with his unit the day before I get back.

what can you say, sometimes life sucks.

-Ace

P.S. Internet connectivity is a little hard to come by out here so I may be out of the loop for another week or so.

I have nothing to blog about so I'm gonna cheeze out and list a few games to keep you occupied.
Ping Pong!
Putt Putt!
Billiards!
Build a Robot!

Getting mail out here always reminds me of that great old Howlin Wolf song,
"Nobody loves me but my mother
And she could be jivin' too."

With those lyrics in mind, I stopped by the mail shack the other day and was surprised to see a stack of letters waiting for me. Huzzah! I thought to myself, they do love me! Heeeee heeee heee I eagerly thumbed through them to see who cared enough to write a letter and wouldn't you know they were all bills. They're always all bills.
This time though one of them was a letter from Juan, a kid I sponsor in Columbia. He wanted to know what I do for a living. I told him I ride on civilian ships and protect their crew from pirates and smugglers.

My baby brother! He's the one with the Matt In The Sandblog.

So I just got off the phone with my detailer and he basically gave me the option of going to Whiting Field Florida or to a base in New Jersey. He also offered me brig duty in Charleston, but screw that, I refuse to make my living out of telling a man to squat and cough.

I told the Chief I wanted to stay overseas or go to California, but he said that it was time for me to come back stateside (as if three years over here is going to kill me) but that they would only move me to the east coast. So now I'm thinking of finishing out my tour here in Bahrain just to save up some cash.

Another bonus to staying here is that I'd get out six months earlier than if I transferred to another command, because of how the length of billets works out.

Decisions decisions decisions.

My friend Dahn is moving in :D
He's been her much longer than I have but has a barracks room instead of a flat because they send him TAD so much. His roomate's a wanker and I have a big old spare bedroom that isn't doing anything, so he's moving some stuff in and making himself at home.

Some things are just to tempting to resist...


In Alexandria, Egypt.

Life on the sea...

I ran today for the fist time in a month and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... I'm back into the swing of things here at the command, so I'm sure there'll be many more chances to practice my run throughout the comming weeks. Not sure yet when I'll be shipping out again, but I have to say that I miss it already.

I get to apply for new orders this month, and that means a whole new set of headaches to deal with. Bahrain is notorious for not letting people go, so I'm gonna be praying that my paperwork goes through smoothly.

So I'm in Crete today and am almost home to Bahrain!!!
I can't wait to get back. I was in my place for such a short time before embarking that I don't even remember my flat number. That's ok though because I have a pretty good idea of which one it is, which means that I'll only have to try two or three doors at the most before I find the right one.

My flight boards in half an hour so I should start heading that way. Stand by for pics and more blogging over the next few days.

I'm back...
Also, my kid brother Matt has a blog now too. .

The schedule was pretty tight for a while, in fact this is the first day off I've had in about a month, but should be loosening up for a few weeks now...

I've got to run but will wright more later,
Ace

To clear up confusion from my last post...

'duty station' is where I'm stationed for work. Currently this is Bahrain.
'Next duty station' means the place I want to work at when I'm done at my current duty station.
I had 2.5 years left when I set foot on Bahrain, so after one year here I'll have one and a half left.
Most billets come in one or two or three year increments. In order to get to my next duty station I will have to choose one year orders and extend for six months or choose two year orders and obliserve (add time to my total overall time in service) for an additional six months in order to fulfill the two year requirement.
originally I did want to stay in Bahrain for the rest of my time in the Navy, but for a number of reasons I've decided to make the most of my remaining active duty time. There are currently four duty stations I'm looking at possibly trying to pick orders to: San Diego, Rhoda Spain, or now this Riverine Group, although I don't know if they'll be up and running soon enough for me to get orders with them before my time is up.
I want orders to San Diego because I hear from everyone who's been there that it's a rough command where you a lot of real cop work and I would actually have a chance to obtain a license through the San Diego P.D. and work with them in a reservist status.
I want orders to Rhoda, Spain because I've never been to Spain and hear it's nice. Also, it's a slower, quite command and I would have a good chance to advance with my schoolwork. Where I currently have little time for academics in Bahrain I would have a lot of time to devote in Rhoda.

Also, I made it the three miles yesterday with only a little bit of trouble.

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Kung Fu Quote Of The Day!!!
"Suck the coffin mushroom now..."
-Unknown