ANGCOM would like to take the opportunity to state, for the record, that this purported Guardian Angel has absolutely no connection to them and they repudiate, with extreme prejudice and a ten foot pole, any and all responsibility for disasters associated with its use. Just to clarify, this fake GA is what you mortals call a computer program. Real GAs are numinous spirit beings with wings that don't have license agreements or inexplicable error messages. Further, when WE decide to do something to save your hides, we do not ask your permission or input. Just ask Tuttle. The real hint is the fake GA was spawned by B*ll G*tes. Do I really need to tell you we don't work with that guy? He's responsible for a significant percentage of current human moral decay, you know. Too many Blue Screens of Death lead to profanity, violence, and subsequent corrosion of the soul. And just look at what they want to do with this idiotic idea:
"In addition to protecting you from possibly diseased people, by detecting body temperatures, the Guardian Angel's 'monitoring component can take note of the number of conversations occurring in a room (and more specifically, a breakdown of the types of people in the room accompanied by a warning for dangerous persons, based on sex offender registration, FBI most wanted, etc.).' The versatile Guardian Angel, Microsoft notes, can also recommend restaurants, advise you on the appropriateness of your jokes, detect that your heartbeat has stopped, display targeted ads on billboards, and block spam."
I mean, nothing bad could possibly come of that. (courteous dip of the wings to Slashdot)
- Carborundum
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �[Kat]
Since no one has offered me a bribe or generally genuflected in my direction and blackmail loses its power unless you're willing to do what you said you would do, I bring you your Sunday morning laugh: the Rooster Wranglers of Argghhh!
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �Talk about misleading headlines -- this one is just plain cruel...
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �Contest Space-Time Continuum Time, actually. Here's a sample from Abyss & Apex:
11/15/2104 At 14:52:28, FreedomFighter69 wrote: Reporting my first temporal excursion since joining IATT: have just returned from 1936 Berlin, having taken the place of one of Leni Riefenstahl's cameramen and assassinated Adolf Hitler during the opening of the Olympic Games. Let a free world rejoice!At 14:57:44, SilverFox316 wrote:
Back from 1936 Berlin; incapacitated FreedomFighter69 before he could pull his little stunt. Freedomfighter69, as you are a new member, please read IATT Bulletin 1147 regarding the killing of Hitler before your next excursion. Failure to do so may result in your expulsion per Bylaw 223.At 18:06:59, BigChill wrote:
Take it easy on the kid, SilverFox316; everybody kills Hitler on their first trip. I did. It always gets fixed within a few minutes, what's the harm?At 18:33:10, SilverFox316 wrote:
Easy for you to say, BigChill, since to my recollection you've never volunteered to go back and fix it. You think I've got nothing better to do?
Got the idea? Go back in time, do something cool, then yak about it. Or *un*do somebody's cool deed or farcup.
My example, reference *this* episode:
08/25/2104 At 04:32:45, CageyHajii502 wrote: Just returned from 24 Feb 2008. Filched the last two soap dishes from the PX/BX at FOB Warrior, Kirkuk (old spelling) in Iraq, thus compelling one W. Tuttle, an obscure US contractor, to procure a soap dish from Husam ("Sam") Ramaad, future CEO of the Kurdish Free State and Alpine Resort Association, who was then-proprietor of a small sundries shop. The results of the transaction were two-fold:1. Sam sold Tuttle the last soap dish available in what was then Northern Iraq, thereby compelling al-Qaeda-in-Iraq soap dish foragers to return to Mosul empty-handed one week later. AQI members were left with no option but to leave their sole bar of soap on a nearby rock during their ablutions; nettle spines which had settled on the rock during the previous day's sandstorm adhered first to the soap and then to AQI members during subsequent ablutions, resulting in a 99% death rate from terminal rectal itch and reducing the remainder of the organization to committing random acts of jaywalking.
2. Sam used the cash (USD1) to corner the dust market in Kurdistan and, when the haute coutoure bunch declared khaki talcum powder the "absolute must-have" accessory for 2009, Sam became the wealthiest man east of the Greenwich Meridian.
The rest, as we now know, is history. Go pound sand, SilverFox316.
Hat Trick Tip to JMH, via the Flea.
Yesterday, in the H&I Fires, I pointed to an article about Golf in the Green Zone.
Bill chimed in with the observation that if you are an inveterate golfer, you need to have a care that just because *you* golf, doesn't mean everybody does - and that which looks "golf-ish" just might be something altogether different...

There's a driving range up here, according to a couple of the guys who think golf is actually a sport of some sort. They checked it out last week -- spotted chunks of red-painted rebar driven into a flat spot, figured those were the Permanent Tees, and started popping balls downrange.Couple of Iraqi Engineer types came sauntering up and casually informed them they were teeing off on suspected UXO markers...
This PSA is brought to you as free service of Castle Argghhh!, a painful grip on the obvious for 5 years and counting...
The photo above was sneekily snatched from Akinoluna and her blogpost on Golf, Iraq Style.
With this kicker: "Having just spent your inheritance for a couple of squirts of printer ink, I can relate to this."
Seen some like this before but they are always fun to read again. Enjoy and feel better about the price of gas.Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �I guess the next time I spend $9.00 for an 8oz. bottle of shampoo, I won't feel so guilty! The price of Gas versus Printer Ink
All these examples do NOT imply that gasoline is cheap; it just illustrates how outrageous some prices are....
You will be really shocked by the last one!
(At least, I was...)Compared with Gasoline......
Think a gallon of gas is expensive?
This makes one think, and also puts things in perspective.
Diet Snapple 16 oz $1.29 ... $10.32 per gallon
Lipton Ice Tea 16 oz $1.19 ..........$9.52 per gallon
Gatorade 20 oz $1.59 ..... $10.17 per gallon
Ocean Spray 16 oz $1.25 ........ $10.00 per gallon
Brake Fluid 12 oz $3.15 ...... $33.60 per gallon
Vick's Nyquil 6 oz $8.35 ... $178.13 per gallon
Pepto Bismol 4 oz $385 .. $123.20 per gallon
Whiteout 7 oz $1.39 ..... . $25.42 per gallon
Scope 1.5 oz $0.99 .....$84.48 per gallon
And this is the REAL KICKER...
Evian water 9 oz $1.49..$21.19 per gallon! $21.19 for WATER and the buyers don't even know the source
(Evian spelled backwards is Naive.)
Ever wonder why printers are so cheap?
So they have you hooked for the ink.
Someone calculated the cost of the ink at...............
(you won't believe it....but it is true.......)
$5,200 a gal. (five thousand two hundred dollars)
So, the next time you're at the pump,be glad your car doesn't run on water, Scope, or Whiteout, Pepto Bismol, Nyquil or God forbid, Printer Ink!
Just a little humor to help ease the pain of your next trip to the pump...
And - If you don't pass this along to at least one person, your muffler will fall off!!
Okay, your muffler won't really fall off...but, you might run out of toilet paper
Well, *some* Apache pilots do, as John noted in yesterday's H&I.
Of course, the *Cobra* pilots (yeah, yeah, okay, I'm the only one -- sue me) of the SugarButtons Brigade Aviation Battalion have a few incentives to keep current, too.
The SBB Armament Section, for one. And I sure couldn't fly very far without the selfless devotion of my fuel handlers. Of course, since the dreaded AH-1F is a flying *crew*-served weapons system, I'd be just plain foolhardy to slip the surly bonds of earth solo and deprive myself of the services of my highly-trained, exceptionally-skilled gunner.
Ah-*heh*...
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �Well, *some* Apache pilots do, as John noted in yesterday's H&I.
Of course, the *Cobra* pilots (yeah, yeah, okay, I'm the only one -- sue me) of the SugarButtons Brigade Aviation Battalion have a few incentives to keep current, too.
The SBB Armament Section, for one. And I sure couldn't fly very far without the selfless devotion of my fuel handlers. Of course, since the dreaded AH-1F is a flying *crew*-served weapons system, I'd be just plain foolhardy to slip the surly bonds of earth solo and deprive myself of the services of my highly-trained, exceptionally-skilled gunner.
Ah-*heh*...
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �Subject: One Foreigner's OpinionWe in Denmark cannot figure out why you are even bothering to hold an election.
On one side, you have a witch who is a lawyer, married to a lawyer . . . and a lawyer who is married to a witch who is a lawyer.
On the other side, you have a war hero married to a good looking woman with big gazongas who owns a beer distributorship.
Is there a contest here?"
H/t, Princess Crabby
Aside from the fact that it's funny (and probably is even to many Democrats) the alignments, laid out like that, are... interesting.
Not that war hero, large glands and beer are qualifiers - but that the contrast, I'm thinking, does serve to show a possible source of the Dem's candidates troubles in connecting to significant chunks of the electorate which would otherwise seem an easy-to-connect constituency.
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �And as proof, I offer this from My-Sister-the-Forest-Ranger, who dwells in -- ahem -- Tucson.
DOG DIARY8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless torso at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
B*st*rds!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
Heh.
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �Eschewing contact with shady arms dealers in the Miami area (based on Boquisucio's advice) I worked with reputable Merchants of Death in the DC area... and the Armorer of Argghhh! can definitively support Senator Hillary Clinton's "dodged sniper fire in Bosnia" story!
We have acquired the *actual* rifle used in that event! The Senator is un-equivocally telling the truth.
(click the pic for a better, more stealable view)
Unsurprisingly, when we examined closely, we discovered that this rifle, like most phallic objects in the Senator's orbit, only shoots blanks, and displays a disturbing tendency to deposit firing residue on the person pulling the trigger.
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �The first time the Deployed Gentleman (DG) enters the Dining Facility and encounters, in order,
1. The Lady Contractor, clad in either shorts or spray-on jeans,
2. The Lady Contractor, clad in full-up battle rattle and spray-on cargo pants, and
3. The Warrior Princess, clad in full-up battle rattle, packing enough heat to fight (and win -- single-handed) the Napoleonic Wars, and displaying more cutlery than Emeril ever owned,
the DG is faced with a quandary. How to comport himself during Polite Social IntercourOOOPS Conversation with his Feminine Potential Dining Companion.
They didn't cover *that* at CRC.
To correct that unfortunate, but forgiveable, oversight, The Castle has instituted still *another* One-Off, Never Go There Again chapter in its miniseries of Public Service Symposia.
Lesson One: Mastering Polite Table Talk
First, the DG should be aware of the length of time his Dining Companion has In-Country, which will enable him to expand upon their mutual experience. Fortunately, the Gentler Sex communicates this information through body language, and the astute DG should key on these subtle signs.
Been Here One Week: Observes DG in peripheral vision, recoils.
Been Here Two Weeks: Makes inadvertent eye contact with DG, recoils.
Been Here Three Weeks: Makes inadvertent eye contact with DG, shrugs.
Been Here Four Weeks: Makes inadvertent eye contact with DG, smiles.
Been Here Five Weeks: Makes deliberate eye contact with DG, smiles.
Been Here Six Weeks: Asks DG to get her a cup of coffee when DG gets up to refill his.
Been Here Seven Weeks: Mentions that the PX has just received a new shipment of stationery.
Been Here Eight Weeks: Mentions that the PX has just received a new shipment of military accoutrements.
Been Here Nine Weeks: Mentions that the PX has just received a new shipment of combat cutlery, but it consists of "the same crappy Chinese KaBar knockoffs" as usual.
Been Here Ten Weeks: Slams tray on table, says, "Geez! What a farking day *this* -- hey! Don't you *dare* move! -- has been! I swear to..."
Ahem.
Next Lesson: Complimenting the Warrior Princess on Her Choice of Fighting Knives...
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �...about getting all snarkily political this silly season.
But sometimes, you just can't resist, and I *do* have Photoshop®. There *is* this thing called the Internet...
So, Senator Clinton, in Philadelphia yesterday, compared herself to... Rocky.
I had a very strong mental image of Senator Clinton's arrival at the Democratic National Convention this summer...

Classification: UNCLASSIFIED Caveats: NONE Our doctrine guys getting bored...______________________________________________
This is an actual military working dog in Iraq.
You Engineer and MP types are cool.
We in the Chemical Corps are catching up…
Working dog envy. MPs have em, EN has em...
Or, this is what happens when the bugs & gas crowd uses a little too much of their own product.Don't attribute me...I got it from our doctrine folks:) Just credit the think tank at Leonard Wood.
Snerk. *MANSCEN = Maneuver Support Center. The home of the Engineer Corps, the MP Corps, and the Chemical Corps at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. "Fort Lost-in-the-Woods"
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �
Heh. Speaking of politicians from the Empire State...

The latter comes from the man who gives us bucket's o' snark at Doug Ross@Journal.
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �Yeah, yeah, Jessica Simpson is making a movie.
Let's get to the important stuff.
Who the *helk* taught Private Jeter how to wear a bloody beret? The technical advisor for this movie should be summarily executed.

Jessica Simpson, as Pvt Valentine, graduates basic training in this screen shot from her new film "Major Movie Star."
Seriously, take a closer look. That Private needs some serious help.
Reporting As Ordered, Sir! �Heh. It's not new, but it's still funny...
Two British traffic patrol officers from North Berwick were involved in an unusual incident while checking for speeding motorists on the A-1 Great North Road. One of the officers used a hand-held radar device to check the speed of a vehicle approaching over the crest of a hill, and was surprised when the speed was recorded at over 300 mph. Their radar suddenly stopped working and the officers were not able to reset it.Just then a deafening roar over the treetops revealed that the radar had in fact latched on to a NATO Tornado fighter jet, which was engaged in a low-flying exercise over the Border district, approaching from the North Sea.
Back at police headquarters, the chief constable fired off a stiff complaint to the RAF Liaison office. Back came the reply in true laconic RAF style:
"Thank you for your message, which allows us to complete the file on this incident. You may be interested to know that the tactical computer in the Tornado had detected the presence of, and subsequently locked onto, your hostile radar equipment and automatically sent a jamming signal back to it.
"Furthermore, an air-to-ground missile aboard the fully-armed aircraft had also automatically locked onto your equipment.
"Fortunately, the pilot flying the Tornado recognized the situation for what it was, quickly responded to the missile systems alert status, and was able to override the automated
defense system before the missile was launched and y