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Sorting through the boxes of a life well lived

By The Armorer on September 24, 2009 | | Comments (24)
Which is what I've been doing instead of entertaining you guys.

Found these two things I thought would tickle you.

First up - as if there was any doubt.

Second: Dorkasaurus sighting!

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By JW on September 24, 2009 9:27 AM
Never look at a dorkasaurus while drinking coffe or Pepsi unless you want it to shoot through your nose.
 
By Boquisucio on September 24, 2009 9:44 AM
My shoe boxes are filled with pictures featuring varying stages of shame.

I once was shaving my winter growth of a mountain beard, and as a gag, left only the hairs that were right under my nostills.

I barge into my next door neighbor's room and decare: "Hey Jess, better grab your camera, for this is only gonna last for the next five minutes.

The resulting Boq-in-a-Hitler-Mustache picture, has been the source of insider's joke for the past two decades.
 
By Spiff on September 24, 2009 9:56 AM
Thought that was the Nobama Birth Certificate...Although he doesn't appear to be Irish...Maybe a UK citizen...
 
By Barb on September 24, 2009 10:11 AM
And what thoughts were running through the Dorkasaurus' mind as he glared at the person holding the camera? That looks like an early rendition of the Hairy Eyeball Glare. 
 
By John of Argghhh! on September 24, 2009 10:19 AM
I had just won the USDSEA (DoD schools in Europe) heavyweight wrestling title and was looking... tough.
 
By AW1 Tim on September 24, 2009 10:38 AM

  Oh lord, John! I had those very same frames when I was a kid. I switched out to "John Lennon" style round ones as a junior in HS, but before that... yeah.

   Thanks for the (gak!) memories.. :)
 
By olga on September 24, 2009 10:49 AM
This is how they portrayed the young promising physicists in the 60s soviet movies - wearing the same frames and hairdo.  Just add the narrow lapels jacket, narrow tie, narrow pants and narrow toe shoes :o)
 
By Maggie on September 24, 2009 11:24 AM
Keep digging.  I am having a great time.
 
By BillT on September 24, 2009 1:13 PM
and was looking... tough.

Aha.

I had thought that gimlet-eyed gaze was caused by staring sunward through your Clark Kent disguise...
 
By AFSister on September 24, 2009 2:39 PM
I'm with you, Maggie.  Keep digging... this is fun.

BTW... your Dad kissed the Blarney Stone when I was almost 3, and my baby brother was still hiding out in Mom's belly. 
 
By DAve on September 24, 2009 2:50 PM
Public Service announcement

Do not kiss the Blarney stone, seems there is a local custom to sneek in an urinate on the stone. Then get a good giggle thinking about all those tourists who then kiss it.

Them some sexy glasses John
 
By John of Argghhh! on September 24, 2009 3:56 PM
AFSis - take a look at that Blarney certificate again.

Dad's name is Tim.
 
By John of Argghhh! on September 24, 2009 4:00 PM
Oh, and DAve, you suck.  Where were you 39 years ago when I needed you?   8^ )
 
By Beth on September 24, 2009 4:02 PM
 AFSiS - that was John who kissed the Blarney Stone!
 
By The Thomas on September 24, 2009 5:41 PM
Heh ... I've got a pair of those glasses (my first pair) in my nightstand. (I never throw anything away.)
 
By Grumpy on September 24, 2009 6:19 PM
"Sorting through the boxes of a life well lived." This is also about learning about a life *being well lived*, yours.  This is not the end of a journey, just a different stage. If you look at the chain of his life, you'll see the different links, Active Duty, Retired and Civilian. Did anything break the reality of that chain? No. Relax, take one step at a time. You're doing it. This is the reason I say, "This is about a life 'being well lived'".

Ahhh, The Blarney Stone, certified, no less, now, we know where all the Blarney comes from.
 
By ChrisP on September 24, 2009 7:28 PM
Those look like the frames that I was issued at Ft. Campbell in 1967! If'n I'd cheated on the eye exam, I could have gone to 'Mother Rucker' and been like unca' Bill, based on my 'strangely high' AFQT scores.
As it was, they wouldn't let me fly and I became a cannon-cocker. Sigh...

Cheers!
ChrisP
 
By Heartless Libertarian on September 25, 2009 3:41 AM
FWIW...my dad (b 1938) STILL wears glasses like those.

He has a better haircut though...same flattop he's had since the mid-50s.  Just a bit less of it now.
 
By John of Argghhh! on September 25, 2009 8:33 AM
Those are Army glasses - courtesy the Frankfurt optical clinic.
 
By fdcol63 on September 25, 2009 9:01 AM
One of my drill sgt's at Fort Sill called them "birth control" glasses. Said I'd never get "lucky" in Lawton wearing them.  LOL
 
By Cricket on September 25, 2009 11:14 AM
The birth control glasses...nice touch.  Aw, you weren't a dork.   Love the Blarney cert.  Looks like you got the gift of written gab.
 
By Karla (threadbndr) on September 25, 2009 2:28 PM
They STILL call them BC glasses.   At the Marine!Goth's graduation, there were SEVERAL of his buddies  who ran up to parents, wives, sympathetic GFs and grabbed contact cases, other glasses, etc after the moto run so as to have a better 'look' for their graduation formation pictures.
 
By RetRsvMike on September 25, 2009 5:54 PM
that's YOU at heavyweight??  what were you, like 7 foot 15 inches tall or what?
 
By John of Argghhh! on September 25, 2009 7:11 PM

RRM - That's 9th grade.  I was 5'11" and 195 lbs.  Back in that day, anything over 185 was heavyweight.

Which was true in high school, too.  Then I weighed 205 and the largest guy I wrestled was 405 lbs.  I pinned him, though it took the whole match.