…an Iraqi coming toward me with a drawn knife -- is looking to borrow my ceramic sharpener…
…one of my hootchmates chows down on kimchi and peppers drenched in hot sauce and then complains that the bottled water here gives him gas…
…an obscene period of time elapses between the *last* rockets smacking in and the “Take Cover” warble, but mere seconds elapse between a distant clap of thunder and the “Alarm Red” announcement…
…the same lizard that scrambles out of my way on the floor of the sim building won’t even hesitate to scoot up my pants leg the second I sit down at the console...
…right after I spent half an hour outside along the T-walls looking for a camel spider to show the new guy, I found one in the office -- under his desk...
…right after I spent twenty minutes explaining the importance of doing a polarity check on the 220-volt outlets in the office, the new guy fried his laptop because he stuck the adapter into the wall socket without checking the polarity…
…when something cat-sized runs between your legs after dark, it’s a fox -- if it’s fox-sized, it’s a cat…
…there’s a better chance I’ll be electrocuted in the shower than killed by an incoming rocket, mortar, or RPG…
...a twenty-two-year old Iraqi asked me why we’re hunting IED-planters over here when Bill Ayers is still walking loose in Chicago…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
...and that was just *this* week...
…one of my hootchmates chows down on kimchi and peppers drenched in hot sauce and then complains that the bottled water here gives him gas…
…an obscene period of time elapses between the *last* rockets smacking in and the “Take Cover” warble, but mere seconds elapse between a distant clap of thunder and the “Alarm Red” announcement…
…the same lizard that scrambles out of my way on the floor of the sim building won’t even hesitate to scoot up my pants leg the second I sit down at the console...
…right after I spent half an hour outside along the T-walls looking for a camel spider to show the new guy, I found one in the office -- under his desk...
…right after I spent twenty minutes explaining the importance of doing a polarity check on the 220-volt outlets in the office, the new guy fried his laptop because he stuck the adapter into the wall socket without checking the polarity…
…when something cat-sized runs between your legs after dark, it’s a fox -- if it’s fox-sized, it’s a cat…
…there’s a better chance I’ll be electrocuted in the shower than killed by an incoming rocket, mortar, or RPG…
...a twenty-two-year old Iraqi asked me why we’re hunting IED-planters over here when Bill Ayers is still walking loose in Chicago…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
...and that was just *this* week...
And why is Ayers loose anyway. I mean he seems to have been given a complete pass from his bombing.
Hizzonner the Judge ruled that the gummint tainted its case with hinky wiretaps and dismissed the charges.
Just one more reason Ayers hates the US -- because we denied him the martyrdom he deeply craved and deprived him of his 72 raisins.
They just cancelled flying because of a severe weather warning -- thunderstorms with the possibility of an inch or more of precipitation, either rain or snow.
Current temperature: 78 degrees Fahrenheit.
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried...
Oh, wait, that's hail.
Heh. Aviator durka-durka....
Grumpy
No lizards were harmed during the eviction proceedings and I've started tucking my pants into my boots. Again.
Oh, and: Does your hooch-mate tents them? Damm that water.
I'm surprised the wall next to his bunk isn't eroding...
And Hassan (from Class 67) could have a pretty good career doing stand-up...
I never saw a sadder group of folks than those waiting for Space-A at Sather yesterday.
You'd think the Powers That Be would run additional flights whenever changeouts are scheduled -- it ain't like it's a big secret. BTW, a bunch of your buds are still stuck up here...