Thursday, September 27, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

Monday's Missives

  • Finger Eleven One Thing.
  • I tried crepes again this morning- again. They are like ballast- bricks in my belly. Yuck.
  • Outlaw Platoon is a very good book by Sean Parnell about his experience during the war in Afghanistan. I'll only knock it for the assertion in the description on the inside cover that his unit faced ," the most professional and seasoned force of light infantry the US Army had faced since the end of World War Two." This is simply not true- the North Vietnamese Army was the best in the world when US forces were fighting them during the Vietnam War and would still be way better than any force of light infantry in the world I can think of beside US troops.
    Somebody lost their slingshot  (although you couldn't fit much of a rock in the little pouch). I don't know who it belongs to, but their initials appear to be V.S. Anybody?
  • You might be a public health nurse if: you walk out into the waitning room and you see a patient guzzling hand sanitizer.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

A Conversation From Last Night

That's one preverted cat.
Me: Hey what are you doin"?
She: Nothin'
Me: You OK?
She: Yes
Me: You don't sound like it.
She: Nothing but crickets...
Me: Want some company?
She: No I'm going out with some friends.
ME: Oh, OK- cool.
She: Do I have to check in and get your permission?
Me: Uh, what, wait- no, where did that come from? Hope you have fun!
She: What's that supposed to mean?
Me: Um, I. hope. you. have. fun?
And with that and without another word she turned and walked away.

The End

Lyrically Speaking

Lyrics to Buddy Holly :

What's with these homies, dissing my girl?

Why do they gotta front?

What did we ever do to these guys

That made them so violent?

Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours

Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine

Woo-hoo, and that's for all time Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care bout that Don't you ever fear, I'm always near

I know that you need help

Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit

You need a guardian

Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours

Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine

Woo-hoo, and that's for all time Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler MooreI

don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care bout thatI don't care bout that Bang, bang a knock on the door

Another big bang and you're down on the floor

Oh no! What do we do?

Don't look now but I lost my shoe

I can't run and I can't kick

What's a matter babe are you feeling sick?

what's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?

What's a matter babe, are you feeling blue? oh-oh!

And that's for all time

And that's for all time Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care bout that

I don't care bout that

I don't care bout that

I don't care bout that

greatness by weezer

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Wednesday's Digressions,

  • Axl Rose performing Estranged at Rock In Rio 2011. It's truly awful. It seems like somebody doing a poorly timed, but otherwise fair impersonition of Rose while doing Karaoke. He was puffy looking and out of breath. While he'd obviously gained weight-my guess is he might also have congestive heart failure.
  • The real Axl in Rio 1991
  • One of my friends is known for having bad luck. Did you hear about what happened to ___________...? people say it seems like every time I turn around. I hate for bad things to happen to anybody, much less someone I care about, but she makes a lot of bad luck for herself with really terrible decisions and placing herself in bad situations.
  • I used the word bad 4 times in that last thought.
  • Recently, I found out a friendly aquaintence smokes. That was a shocker- I'm very rarely surprised when I learn someone smokes that I spend time around.
  • I'm never sure how/when to use someone or somebody in a sentence.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Monday's Missives

  • Last text message I received: I have a fibroid on my uterus and will have a sonogram. I have a lump in my breast and will go this morning for a mammogram.
  • Zac is swinging a yo yo around over his head. One of us are going to get knocked smooth out.
  • The Seven Samurai is an old, critically acclaimed movie that is regarded as one of the best ever made- the critics aren't wrong on this one. It is one of the best movies I've ever seen and definitely one that makes me wish I was more well spoken to convey its awesomeness. It's up on HULU. The Magnificent Seven was a direct remake set in the American west and was a homage to Kurosawa.
  • Change is good- intellectually I know that is almost always true, but like most humans I'd rather take a beating than make any big changes.
  • I was invited to go to the Uproar Fest this past weekend. I declined so I could rest and clean my house.
    Why yes this a picture of Ronald Reagan riding a dinosaur and shooting a sub machinegun with an RPG launcher on his back. Why do you ask?
  • It would have been good to see Papa Roach though
  • It's tough getting old.
  • Arise Zombie Reagan, arise and save us from ourselves.
  • At work we have to sort and quality assure the packaging and labeling of sputum samples to be sent to the state lab. My nursing buddy and I turn each other on to different music we each like on youtube while we check and document our work.
  • I call it an interlude of music to count and sort spit by.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Friday's Dispatch

  • The wedding of that English prince cost 16 million dollars and was watched by 4 billion people: odd.

  • 100 years from now people will be watching the show MASH.

  • As I write this from a an old draft I'm sick- very sick. I'll live, though I wish I were dead. I've been to doctors 3 times in the past 2 months. The last time I went before this was 6 years ago. It might be something bad, but I'll probably be OK. I'ts colored the way I look at everything though.  I had no idea what fatigue was until very recently.

  • Somebody sent me a funky techno remix of Sail by Awol Nation- man it's good. I was going to share it with my nursing buddy. When she heard it in the background she said, Are they mowing the lawn outside? I't sounds like a weedeater running out there.

  • This past weekend a waitress came up and said to Zac and me, How are ya'll? she said.  Real good- how's life treating you? was his natural response.

  • You were my thrill on Blueberry Hill.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Next Blog Foray

En una comarca azul,Con añejo rio, torres enraizadasSiempre haciendo frente en la batalla.El veterano hombreDe barba blanca, indescriptible miradaCuerpo endeble, débil, muy débilEnfermo viejo austero, ya no está…De entre nosotros los vivos se ha perdidoLa espada de la muerte atravesó sus quejidosAquel dolor, aquel tiempo sufrido.Ya marcho hacia su tumbaEntra pronto aquel portalDel eterno sueño.Nuestro añejo rioEntre torres enraizadasVenció en su última batallaAquietando, sucumbiendoDesvaneciendo el triste juegoDel sufrimientoDe su enfermedad.Pues ahoraLleva el llanto de la tardeLa tristeza de la nocheLleva el viejo hacia su lechoA mi tía abuela y a mi dulce abueloEn el recuerdo…Para reconocerlos entre los muertosPara al fin estar juntosDespués de tanto tiempoEn la eternidad.Descansa en paz, Abad.Te llegue a querer tanto, te quiero tanto!Aprendí de ti, mi gran guerreroFuiste mi ángel enviado del cieloLa gracia de saborear aquella anhelada segunda oportunidadGracias

From a blog called Versos Sesqivos

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Wednesday's Digressions

    Problem. Solved.

  • Overheard at work,"Kevin said we need to do something special at 11:11 today since it's 11/11/11. I think he said he's going do a table dance or something. Woo hoo- I'll go get some dollar bills! Then from down the hall (I don't even know who said it), He's already wearing his jeans..."
  • Women.
  • I have a nice silver buckle for my belt that I wear with jeans, but don't like tip sets.
  • In Iraq, a senior NCO who was also my friend, very early on would say everything was gay. I even commented (also early on) "Dude, is everything gay to you? Everything can't be gay. It can't be gay for our entire year here. Yes it can and it will. He said. True to his word- even the good things were gay. "How was leave? It was great- totally gay. It was awesome!" Then also:" How was the meeting? It sucked. It was totally gay. It was awful." And he did that for our entire year.
  • I hereby apologise for all the damage done.
  • Foster The People has definitely run their course and are officially done.
  • The show Community keeps getting better.
  • One Republic- Apologize

Thursday, September 6, 2012

A War Story

One time when we were in the field a friend was spotted putting a super cleaning on his .45 after we had shut down from some gruelling operations and were 2-3 days away from going home. He was asked why he bothered since it was only going to get eaten up with crud and dust and he would be cleaning it again when we got in anyway. Very smugly, he intimated his plan was to clean it to spec. leave it dry, put it a Zip Loc bag and then once we got back to the rear he would hit the high spots on it, rub it down with a little oil and then go out for a steak while the rest of us chumps slaved away for hours on our weapons.

What he didn't count on was a little thing called capillary action. When we got in, he pulled that pistol from his backpack and then from it's nominally protective cocoon of Zip Loc-ness. It was absolutely orange with rust- I mean it looked like a battlefield pick-up from Guadalcanal. It was mesmerizing, none of had ever seen anything like it. The outer metal surfaces were already visibly pitted and the action was frozen. It took a hammer and screwdriver to break it down- after it soaked for hours in penetrating oil.
He spent most of two days cleaning that weapon. The armorer still had to send it out to get refurbished.

We did not laugh about his misfortune over our steaks until our faces hurt that night.

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you littered on the metro - w4m
Date: 2009-02-27, 5:56PM EST
I rode the metro this afternoon from Georges-Vanier to Vendome. You sat next to me and were wearing a tuque. You were trying to open up some sort of electronic device that was shelled in tough plastic. I watched as you tried jamming your keys through the packaging and failed repeatedly to retrieve what was on the inside. I found the way you would scowl and swear to yourself every few seconds charming and it was when you threw your hands up in the air in despair that I really swooned. I really wanted you to get the prize on the inside while I was there to witness it- That was until you ripped a part of the packaging off and threw it away on the floor of the metro car without skipping a beat. You discarded your garbage onto the rest of the passengers, without a care in the world. The spell was over, and your childish fits of rage were no longer cute to me. I fell in and out of love with you during a three stop metro ride. I all of a sudden hated you. and your stupid electronic thing. I hope you never get through that packaging.
Location: orange line- towards cote vertu
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Recent EMail Exchange

She: Are you wicked?
Me: Yes