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H&I* Fires 27 SEP 2007

Open post for those with something to share, updated through the day. New, complete posts come in below this one. Note: If trackbacking, please acknowledge this post in your post. That's only polite.

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Hmm, let’s see. We still have two contests outstanding. The first contest was finding a replacement for Chief Bill’s caption on the sideboard. The second one was the privy plaque for the outhouse/tool shed for the new digs. Have we any winners on those yet?
Let's try not to take on one of Cassie's bad habits. (Damn it all, now there's a big ol' "The Deathstar blew up Alderan" -sized hole to fill.)
--ry

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And for all you new-agey huggy-feely types (the Armorer is *not* a huggable bear, regardless what he looks like)... Hug This! -the Armorer

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*A term of art from the artillery. Harassment and Interdiction Fires.

Back in the day, when you could just kill people and break things without a note from a lawyer, they were pre-planned, but to the enemy, random, fires at known gathering points, road junctions, Main Supply Routes, assembly areas, etc - to keep the bad guy nervous that the world around him might start exploding at any minute.

*Not really relevant to today's operating environment, right? But, it *is*

The UAVs (oops, can't call 'em UAVs anymore - they're now Unmanned Aerial Systems... some Colonel got his Legion of Merit for that change...), er, um UAS's we fly over Afghanistan and Pakistan looking for targets of opportunity are a form of H&I fires, if you really want to parse it finely. We just have better sensors and fire control now.

I call the post that because it's random things posted by me and people I've given posting privileges to. It's also an open trackback, so if someone has a post they're proud of, but it really isn't either Castle kind of stuff, or topical to a particular post, I've basically given blanket permission to use that post for that purpose. Another term of art that might be appropriate is "Free Fire Zone"

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Did an update a while back for the weekenders, so it's gonna be a runoff. And another contest in the works. However, there's a more-pressing need to address first -- now, about your typing elbow...
 
... And we all know that it's not proper to keep a LADY waiting.
 
"Cassie's bad habits" had a lot to do with a little something called negative reinforcement. For years I was very prompt about judging caption contests even though it was a lot of work to judge them, format the posts, and put everyone's name up in the Hall of Shame. It was no accident that I started putting that job off.
 
Those who have read my opinions, would agree that if Sunday Comics were my life, I'd be most at home in the panes of Alley Oop, than say Apartment 3G. However, this paleo-rican-male is what a cold Midwestener would term "huggy-feely". I am culturally predisposed to hug and peck-on-the-cheeks all females that I meet in social situations. Males get at a minimum a grab of the arm with their handshake. A hug is ordained for familial friends. Being in exile here in the frozen North, I constantly remind my-self that lest I'm to be taken for a slimy limp-wristed freak, I have to keep them Gringos at an arm-length distance.
 
Hey - all y'all can play all the grab-torso ya want! *I* just don't want to play. I suffer it, generally without too obvious a grimace - and it's not like it stops the Denizennes anyway. Talking about it was pretty much like spraying catnip...
 
Yes...I am a hugger and handshaker. If you don't touch people physically, you probably can't touch them emotionally either.
 
Name that privvy, eh? How 'bout "Editorial Office, New York Times" or "Admiral Sestak Memorial Pavillion" Either one works for me :) Respects,
 
Does anyone have the address of Gen Casey and Mr Pete Geren handy. I want to write about Gen Kearney and his witch hunt concerning the SF CPT and MasterSgt who took out the tango.
 
suck it up, john. i will hug you every time i see you... if nothing else, just to piss you off. besides, with *these* tata's, i don't usually get complaints about hugs. ;-)
 
Yes in deed - Just ask the Sgt.'s Medals. They sure got lots of attention last month. Lucky bassids :@()
 
Hugs? Fine between relatives. Heck, I don't touch people at work even to shake hands unless it is a formal introduction. You get one change to shake my hand and thats it. I have no idea when it started. So I stand with John on this issue. Live with it.
 
Chance is spelled "chance", not change". Someday I will learn to type.
 
Jim ~ I have Geren's address upstairs if you need it. Just let me know.
 
Being English, huggers cause me to reflexively reach for my sidearm, which I don't carry anymore, but that could change (Google "FFDO"). However, when faced with excessive public displays of affection, where the perp obviously isn't factoring in how the huggee (moi) feels about it (pun intended), I turn the tables and give their ass a friendly squeeze. Seems to take care of the problem. Muuuuaaahahahahaaaaa!
 
I hugged John. And lived to tell about it. NOT that he would have clouted me. He was a perfect gentleman about it. But there are some people you can hug and some you can't and some you shouldn't. I do respect individual space and rarely get it wrong. For that I apologize.
 
Ewww! Touchies! One of the (many) reasons I dang near never get laid. (grumble) stupid NT monkey-grooming games (grumble). .
 
Heh. The "toss away" posts always generate the most commentary...
 
Jim, "General Casey Chief of Staff, Army E Ring, Pentagon" Will work.
 
*note to self* If you ever get the chance to meet Dusty... be sure to give him a BIG PUBLIC HUG. The consequences are rather appealing. *grin* And Boq? thank you. :-) The medals and the person wearing them seem to enjoy my touch, so I think I'll keep it up.
 
Thanks John.
 
Hey! As soon as I knew how you felt about hugging, I stopped.
 
And Maggie, that's why I respect you. You seem not to wish to impose your will on another person without permission, or an overriding serious public purpose.
 
Yet others, Maggie, just took it as a challenge... You'll note I've not named names.
 
You'll note I've not named names. Nor the location of the Men's Room you pointed her at after filching her glasses...