nothing positive

Joy, completion.

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:26:31 GMT

So I finally finished making a clock out of an old motherboard, kindly donated by Fox Business Systems.
Never again will I get myself into a project that involves clearing a motherboard, it was a pain in the ass, I killed one soldering iron, 6 Dremel cutting wheels and dulled a diamond cutting wheel, a grinding wheel and a bore wheel. but I have the clock I wanted. See it and be in envy!

The trouble with badger babies.

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 22:10:28 GMT

So, really the problem with Anarcho-syndicalism is that I'm not chaining myself to an engine lathe (metaphorically speaking) for anyone, be it a master, boss, the people, or the worker's collective. So, if I won't, and you won't, and we've abolished wage slavery, because one way or another that's got to go anyway, who is going to stand tall and the engine lathe and pull the levers to make are wigits, or mine our coal, or pick the vast fields of lettuce? A worker's collective counsel on task distribution would be a spiraling slide into a Soviet style suck storm nightmare that is certainly not Anarchy. So what then?
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Robots!
That's right ~~friends~~ fellow workers, step right up and sign up for a bright future in Uncle Levi's Techno-Anachro-syndicalist utopia, a place where the working man can toil or not, because a robot will to his job ten times better and never strike anyway, he can sit around and invent shit, and the surplus wealth will go into the Great Space Colonization, Migration AND Reintegration Project*.

*Long term goals involve migrating off Terra, allowing robots to become self aware and finding out if they have the same stupid existential crisises humans had.

Five thoughts

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 21:25:09 GMT

1) The worst days are often highlighted with ironic* fundamentalist hymns of my youth stuck in my head at the end of the day.

2) What if Lee Harvey Oswald was a lone gunman, but there where three others in on the Lincoln assassination?

3) We sure have been slacking inventing new super cool shit in the last ten years.

4) I don't like mandatory automobile insurance, the idea of the government mandating that I purchase health insurance if THEY say I can afford it bothers me.

5) Mu.

Woo7! I am alive.

Fri, 15 May 2009 22:01:30 GMT

So, I am out of the hospital, which is good. I have a month of sick leave as to recover. I don't really hurt much but the arm is weak. I'm in this massive sling but once an hour I'm supposed to take it off and move my arm in all the directions the sling prevents so what the fuck is the point? Anyway, the apartment isn't set up for this kind of thing so my massive robo arm knocks everything off the bathroom sink and Lorna has to wash me in a Hanna Montana bucket, Shananana.

Oh the excitement

Wed, 13 May 2009 13:17:17 GMT

I go in for surgery today, in an hour really. I've never had surgery before so it should be fun. They plan on going in and removing some bone that doesn't connect to another bone because the army broke the tendon.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 06:15:41 GMT

ROT13 looks a lot like Cthulhu words, you know without the apostrophes.
Cblagm Nir Ryriragu Fg, Znauggna Xnafnf. Invocation of evil beyond the stars? Nope, the address to the Manhattan City Park.

Actual things we talk about...

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 13:31:02 GMT

So we're sitting around pondering the economic crisis and whatnot, more specifically, the horror of family losing their homes and trying to live with us.
So under this doomish light I come up with:
Me: I guess we can get a place with a basement and stuff them all down there divided by plastic tarps....And force them to pick pockets like in that Dickens play!
madhack: Oliver Twist?
Me: Shit yeah! We'll go in the basement and sing the pick a pocket song and release them on the street to pay for porridge and lard sandwiches.

So yeah, Doom might come upon us all, but I have a plan, it might be a cruel and sinister plan but it is an effing plan.
Also, in case you didn't know already, the engagement notice went up in the paper and looks about like this.

The number of laying chickens, which in retrospect should have been hens but oh well, was a point of contention.

Oh the things planned for tonight, it will be the best worst little Christmas Eve ever! Look forward to the names poorly altered recap!

No thanks to the Army.

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 11:55:55 GMT

It is snowing like a bitch out and my rental car's traction is wretched.
Before I left I checked the Fort Riley road hot line, which reported all roads green,
On the way in I slipped off the road a few times,
Once into a ditch.
As I crested the hill the called canceling PT!
Just a bit late.
I sleep now.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Sun, 07 Dec 2008 19:40:14 GMT

So yes, it has come to be that on Friday past I did make a serious proposal of the matrimonial sort to madhack .
The setting of this undignified act was a basement over a game of D20: Modern.
When in the coarse of Game, combat did occur and I executed my fiendish plan.
It went a lot like this:
GM: You get thrown out of the building.
Pocky: I search the bushes around the center.
GM: From out of the tree above you, you are attacked by a Dropbear, It bites your head for, *rolls, eight points of damage.
Madhack: A dropbear, are you fucking serious?
Me: Yup, sure am....
R: I don't know if I should shoot it if its on her head.
Room: pointblank it.
Candy: *pulls .50 AE Desert Eagle and places to dropbear's head.
Candy: *fires dealing 6 damage.
GM: The dropbear falls from Pocky's head and has a large hole in its face, actions on Pocky.
Pocky: *Draws handgun and takes aim at dropbear.
Pocky: *Fires missing enemy.
GM: Roll for initiative. Actions again on Pocky.
Pocky: *fires missing enemy.
Madhack: I can't roll for shit with this gun!
Me: Change dice.
GM: Dropbear's action, it claws Candy for four damage. Candy's round.
Candy: *fires n dropbear for six more damage.
Madhack: maybe we should run from combat.
S: You can't run from combat.
P: think about the Eeps.
Madhack: Fine, I'm going to dropkick it.
Pocky: *dropkicks dropbear for four non-lethal damage, neutralizing it.
GM: you want to loot the body?
Madhack: What? it is a bear! what could it have worth looting?
Me: You always loot the body!
S: Loot it, loot it! *Stands up, as if to get a soda.
Madhack: fine.
Pocky: *loots body of dropbear.
GM: *rolls for treasure. "You find a ring"
Madhack: Where would it have a . . ."
Me: *on one knee with ring in hand.
Me: *speech no one can remember.
J: *Turns around stunned.
P: *Stunned.
R: *Stunned.
S: *Is in on it, still stunned.
Madhack: Yes!
*Awkwardness sets in on the room, people disperse in a daze.
*Arrive at Mae's to celebrate and show of for friends outside RP group.
Madhack: Wait, did you really propose to me over the steaming innards of a dropbear?
*Later a secret vote is had stripping me of my GM privileges for creeping everyone out and putting a dropbear in Manhattan.
++++
In other new I was in a wretched vehicle wreck on Thursday, thanks X-mas shopping!

Also, I was thinking about Clean Coal Technology and Carbon Offsetting and realized that all it is is the modern equivalents of Catholic tariff penances type Indulgence. All we have to due to feel okay about our sins is pay some money for someone to say its alright. Therefore, I need to invent a word and seal for slaughter houses allowing people who are morally against eating meat or a type of meat to feel alright about it and all the slaughterhouse needs to do is pay me money for the seal and play soothing music on the killing floor with a vague commitment to a more ethical way of doing things sometime in the future. Brilliant, No?

old rusted metal

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 22:12:48 GMT

Well, I'm officially a bitter old man; which is to say I'm finally a member of the VFW, after I finish writing this I'm putting on my Lawrence Welk records and yelling at the kids on the lawn.

In other news my Therapist quite or got fired yesterday, once again I am adrift in the eddying toxic waters that is the Army mental health system.

I also wrote this metal song recently, it is fucking hard core like a manticore, it's called BLOOD TOBOGGAN!
It goes like this:

Speeding down mount Doom in a BLOOD TOBOGGAN

Past the rotting corpses of the dismembered in a BLOOD TOBOGGAN!

The sane pray to their blind idiot god that they never see our BLOOD FUCKIN' TOBOGGAN!

//Tempo change
Snow and ice and pain, radiation winter life's bane.
On we crash down the mountain, never stoppin'
This is the hell of those who ride the BLOOD TOBOGGAN!

//tempo return
Those alone in their mountain homes never die alone because we ride the BLOOD TOBOGGAN!

~fin

Rah! and whatnot.

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 03:29:00 GMT

All Hail Chili
Hail this, the first batch
Hail, hail Chili.

Yes that's right folks, it is the first crock o' chili of the year, the slogan is: Five beans, three meats! You see, it has five beans (Pint, Black, Great Northern [they fight off Yeti you know], Light and Dark Kidney) and three meats (Ground Beef, Beef Roast meat and Pork Chop.)
Also Three peppers and five powders. It is all very mystical you see?

In none chili business, I'm looking forward to seeing The Dropkick Murphys in Illinois next month, school is wretched, but after this semester I'll have my associates degree, and the Army continues to go bumbling along.

Players

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 03:51:58 GMT

On nights like this I really want to reinstitute my old policy of shoeing players for being stupid or excessively disruptive to party play. Seriously, the Paladin was kill stealing, The wizard was waiting until his turn to think of spells to use, The ranger was bitching about everything, The cleric was having a hard time keeping his character straight from one in a different game, and the Fighter was actually less of an ass then normal.
I think I'm really mostly mad that I work on a multilayered story with with the time honored elements that made Conan so fun, which is to say blood, broads and meddling dark cosmic doom gods, and they don't get it. How do you meet Nyarlathotep as the Black Pharaoh at a crossroads and think nothing of it?
Fuck it, I sleep now.

Another day, more crap.

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 17:13:13 GMT

Well, I've been negligent in updating, so now I don't really know what is still relevant and where to start.
This weekend was pretty good, I went to another metal show and was not the asshole this time, being the DD probably helped, but I was the victim of the asshole, who punched me in the face twice while in the pit, I soaked well and took no damage, but it was mildly irritating that he was intentional in hitting me and I'm not at a point in my life where I could break his arms and ribs for the infraction.

Here is something I wrote after feeling a bit too philosophical on the drive to work Monday:
Monday morning and it is starting again. Start the car and spark a smoke before the summer sun thinks about crawling into the sky.
Three minutes later pulling onto the main artery, check the rear-view and behind me a cluster of headlights like a pack of predatory animals bearing down on me. Primal desire to flee from them fills my still foggy mind and drives my accelerator beyond my comfort zone.
My first cigarette still burns as the pack overtakes me, a small foreshadowing of the week to come, I've already been reduced to a single cancer cell in Our Great Tumor, just another gray-sleeved arm with a stub of a smoke hanging despondently from another hardened hand out another car window. Only moments later the road's surface will be dazzling with the sparking embers of our discontent, as we prepare to muscle for the slightly better position before the choke point; hmph, so much for that shit we talk about One Team, One Fight.
This is where the True Assholes are separated from the casual speeders. We all know that we need to keep left, but those few Select take the right hand path zipping by to find an opening where some safe driver, victim? Has allowed safe and proper following distance. Soon we all will slow or stop so the prick can shave a half minute off his commute. Surely he knows that no one would get through if we all raped our way in at the last minute, he doesn't care, its just him, better than us who will anyway. And now we are all the same malignant growth suffering our way to death with the Body Whole, another smoke, another week has begun.

This morning the First Sergeant put out that on Friday we would be doing another weigh in and having a class A uniform inspection than be released early like noonish. That whole deal kind of sucks really, I will be so damned frustrated if I miss BMI by less than a percent, so right now I'm juiced up on diet pills to get whatever extra edge I can and I feel like I'm going to die, my heart feels like it is going to explode and it has given me a fever. Next I'm sure will be bowel problems, but I must make it dammit, oh gods I want to die when I do this.

little effort.

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 17:44:01 GMT

Bah, I've been lazy about write lately, I've got a lot of stuff going on right now.

I had my MRI done yesterday, it was horrifying, I think it probably would have been better if they were not playing the power pop station, oh and if it didn't involve being stuck in a tube full of magnets for almost an hour.

My D&D group moved moderately faster this week than last, perhaps pouring booze on a few of them helped. perhaps we'll be done with the get to know you shit by next month. After that I came back to the B's to take my algebra test, which kept me up until 1230 this morning but I got another A.

" I felt like destroying something beautiful."

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 04:15:23 GMT

   And that's been the kind of day it's been, if there was a day to fuck shit off and stay in torpor this was it. Regrettably I have very few things in my life that are beautiful to destroy, which of course didn't prevent the semiconscious mind from throwing crap at me to try and fuck up what I do have. Jesus and the Union of the Saints I want to fuck something up worth a shit just to do it. Misplaced rage really, it's sort of a problem once you start granting immunity to your tormentors for being a mindless slave to a system of cruelty. couple that with a complete lack of power and how can you not misdirect your rage?
   I should really be sleeping now, but I'm not, I'm too sick of it to sleep. Today after several hours of stupid games in the sun they had us watch our new commander get promoted to Captain, if an officer had a soul Captain is the rank they sell it at; I'm liking the man less already, he used to be someone I wouldn't mind hanging out with but lately... Anyway so here are a bunch of 1Lt's getting promoted to CPT's and they're sitting under a sun shady while the battalion commander gives flowery speeches about the great things they've done so far and how awesome they are and then they get a handshake and a half hug affixing their new rank and move on to a reception with care and stuff. When an enlisted person gets promoted they stand in the sun, march with the other chumps up to the front of a formation of people who just want to go home, salute the commander (thus ensuring that everyone remembers that the enlisted person is subservient to his or her commander and will continue to be a good slave), gets his rank punched into her chest and then stands at attention while the commander informs them that they are now expected to work hard, and if they're being promoted to an NCO rank that they no longer have any friends in the unit and to "earn their pay". They then march back behind the formation and go back to work, where's my mother fucking cake?
   Also in Army news, after I finished my 2ed AD&D game tonight (Woo, DMing again) I spoke with my squad leader, and he wants me to be a team leader with over half the squad's soldiers. Now for one think I don't want to tell people what to do, or yell at them, or take ass chewings for them; for a second thing, its an NCO position and I'm tired of people putting me in NCO slots if they're not willing to giver me NCO pay, for a long time I didn't even want the pay, just the fucking corporal stripes would have been enough. This asshat's not going to get me either, he just wants to use me to reduce the work load he doesn't ever do. So now I have to try and come up with a polite way to tell him to cram it up his ass, and at this point I'm so saturated with rage I don't know how much polite I have left. I can't believe that the new brigade commander decided no combatives PT, I would feel a lot better right now if I'd have beat the shit out of two or three guys this morning instead of skipping like a ferry and doing more damned push ups.
   I don't really want to wake up. I can't sleep so it's a moot point. At least they've upped the GI bill to include SGT with dependent BAH for the three years your going to school, three years of the man paying for school and rent and all it's costing is an arm or leg and my sanity.

Rah!

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 17:04:35 GMT

Well, yes... Work continues to bore me to tears, today I've had to endure two of those "Take care of yourselves, we don't give a shit" speeches which my leaders love to give, and it's not quite noon. My tuition assistance papers are still sitting on the 1SG's desk, where they have been for almost two months, but I'm told are now on the top of his stack.

I've been chasing down my Sleep Study, it's been an ordeal, after a month or two I got tired of waiting to be contacted and was directed to speak with Tricare on the fifth floor of the hospital; once there i was confronted with the standard litany of crying children, fat guys and whatnot that always inhabit insurance claims offices. I found out that while my Sleep Study has been on order for over a month, due to a system glitch the doctor that ordered it isn't authorized to order it so they had to call down to have a random doctor resign on it. Now I'm waiting to be contacted by some guy from the Topeka VA, fun, fun.

My stupid roommate B-rad has picked up some Barracks Rat and shows no sign of putting her down. Remember kids, If she showed up to suck your buddies dick and then fucked you instead she may not be a "keeper."

Finally, after twenty-five days, the State of Florida has cashed the cheque I wrote them for my concealed carry permit, which I was starting to wonder about. Well, I have to do my physical therapy stuff. More later.

Bah, feelings

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 23:06:00 GMT

Bah, I just can't feel right about having enough money. I feel dirty and evil for having enough blood money in the bank to take care of things before they become emergencies. Like today, for example, I had scheduled to take my car into the dealership for an oil change (because it was free, an acceptable reason to have services done their.) I knew my front breaks were bad (because my family would never dream of taking care of something, especially if they only have possession of it by the kindness of my coal-black, stony, craggy heart) so I checked my bank and seeing as how it was pay day decided that if it was under $200 I'd just have the damned dealer fix my breaks. Which is exactly what happened. So I'm waiting out front while my car gets served and I'm thinking to myself, I'm thinking "Gosh, you know I probably could have got another millimeter out of those breaks before I'd have had to worry about doom, and who am I know that I can just take care of this, not just proactively but correctly. Should I not be waiting for my breaks to be completely out in the front and then scramble to find someone who will do this for parts + beer, or read a wiki-how on the internet and try to do it myself with the wrong tools. This is the way life is." So, yeah having enough blood money to not be one foul step from absolute doom doesn't bring me pleasure, I just can't enjoy it when I know that it's a privilege not common to everyone else. I guess I'll just never be satisfied.

Also, for anyone tabulating the dumb shit I've done, here's the newest exploit: So it's a beautiful night and I duck into Manhattan to get some help with my math homework and hours are passing me by, it was such intense mathematics that I spaced of a free burrito, when I hear this. . . noise in the distance, and I look around and say "Is that a damned tornado siren?" and kind of space it off for a while. Than, once I find out that there is a tornado in Ogden moving my way at 35-40 MPH I decide it's time to drive across town. Once safely at my storm shelter free destination it was time for light drinking and standing on the veranda. I R Kansas y'all. It did kind of lose something without any family to tell to get in the damn basement. Woo7 Tornado '08, I shit you negative, that's what the radio jerks were calling it, It was massive (not really, just a 2) half a mile wide and engaged the KSU nuclear reactor in a one on one cage match. I'm quite well, now if the tornado would have joined forces with the reactor and became a glowing radioactive cyclone capable of gulf ball sized fireballs and sucking up graveyards and raining 3d8 radioactive undead shamblings per acre of consecrated graves it eats I'd be a dead or busy man today.

I'm alive BTW

Sat, 01 Jul 2006 01:13:38 GMT

Sorry no updating lately, I've been doing most of my bloging over on myspace.

Woohoo

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 02:31:08 GMT

I've got the Coming soon page up for my new website, lesserkansascityfallouts.org, So now I have to add content and whatnot, it also gives me a place to stash pictures so I might post some later.
Today at work I sorted M16A2s and M249 SAWs all afternoon, could have been worse.
Some Joe fucked up the head space on one of our brand new M2, 50 Cal fully automatic gas operated machine guns, which just happens to fire from the open bolt position; anyway so first time the weapon has ever been fielded and some Joe goes and blows the fucker up, killing himself, his AG, and the NCO supervising him, who deserved it for not doing her job and making sure Joe had his head space and timing right. Somehow the dead of three people doesn't make up for the lose of a brand-fucking-new Machine gun.
I'm playing, No one was injured or killed in the explosion, but the weapon system was damaged, and I'd probably sleep better tonight if three people would have died. For the last ten months I've been living Attention to Detail, Teamwork is key. And when someones fail to follow the primary axiom of military living, especially while practicing their battle drills with live ammunition I get kind of pissed. Your tax dollars at work, dear Amer. Reader.

Joe rumors

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 03:38:53 GMT

Joe rumors are nearly always bad, the Joes never spread good news, probably because we all know better then to think it will get any better, it's always about how things are going to get worse. The big one going around now is that my unit is going to shift over to a TRADOC unit, thus moving us from the most honorable 1ID, pride of the infantry, to the must despicable MACOM in the Army, training and Doctrine. I don't really believe it, however who can tell what to believe. I wish they'd just give me my GI bill and let me go, that way I can do something, anything with my pathetic life; however, we all know that we're born for one purpose, to suffer and endure, the gods love to watch us be unhappy, so they give us aspirations above our station and no choice but to struggle in vain. Oh, for the option to give up, woe are we born to struggle... Bleh, choke, gag. Oh well, I think it's almost Friday, which means another bitter and disappointing weekend, where I will choose between trying to meet people that will go wrong because I can't fucking stand people, and waiting to game with fuckers that won't show up, because you can't trust people, even the ones you know. Liars and cheats every last one.

Grrness

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 02:36:04 GMT

I hate this. I stayed up all night last Saturday and didn't take my meds so on Sunday I was all crazy and paranoid, it was hella' bad. I thought I was gonna' die. I'm covered in mysterious bruises I think I was attacked by dream zombies, because I had a dream right before they showed up about a zombie producing STD... I was thinking about how exactly you suck a fuck Donnie, when I desided to invent a new game, Suck a Fuck, using three shot glasses a counter top and the float from a can of Guinness. I hate this.

WTF?

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 03:06:03 GMT

I'm such a fucking chump, that's all I am.
Any time anyone axe for anything, poof I'm there, even when I know I won't see a damned thing from it, I just have to be the god damn martre, give and give fuck it all someone said they needed, someone axed for something.
Hey Keach, can you drive me to the airport on Monday at 0300? Yeah, of course.
hey keach are you coming this weekend, yeah okay (-$50)
Hey keach, I need these papers typed up, any time.
hey you, could you drive me to the Shoppette? Hop aboard!
Hey could you go shopping with me for crappy clothes, yeah, I guess.
Hey keach $10 for a BN t-shirt, fuck that sir, No choice keach all of HQ has to get one, fuck here (-$10).
hey levi my husband is in jail and needs $900 bail . . . WTF? . . . Hey got busted, WTF4? He had a pipe in the car, Fucking paraphernalia? yeah, he can't spend the night there, could you please loan me some money, I know I already owe you but he needs bail. Fuck! there goes my Japan trip (-$700)

People take advantage of me because I let them, and yet I still let them, I don't even know, what the hell am I so guilty about that I think I have to make penance to the world.

I really wanted to go to japan this fall, I was totally going to go to hello kitty land in shinjuku, oh fucking well, if not this something else would have come up.
Don't hate me. Don't ignore me. Don't kill me. -eva.

Songs about stabbing

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 03:04:47 GMT

Uh, sometimes I forget that I am, in fact, alive. Shit is still pretty stupid, I have too much work to do and my counterpart is always gone taking care of her baby, or wasting time asking questions about what she missed so I actually accomplish less on account of having a sidekick. I have promotion packets I need to have done tomorrow, but we're scheduled to be conducting lame ass training of some sort all day, I have a crazy person appointment tomorrow at 1100 too. I need a hobby, but I don't have time for one, I don't even have time for my art, god damn I hate this. I've been in long enough that I can't imagine any other way to live, I can't even guess what I'd be doing if I didn't swear in. I've been packing for a massive inspection tomorrow consisting of initial issue and TA50, which I think is punishment for a bad sensing session last week, thinking about how much it sucked, and I honestly can't remember a better way to live. I've had a near constant migraine all week, I might go to sick call on Friday, I can't work like this. But I have too much work to waste time in the fucking PA's office to be given some bull shit about take some motrin and drink water. Oh a medication update, I'm now up to 200 mg of Seriquel. Well 05 comes mighty early so I have to take my lame ass to sleep now, blast...
"I'm so fucked up" - Ikari shinji, end of Eva.

sreaming

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 18:14:59 GMT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
Shit, shit, shit dammit the motherfucking hell, RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 04:08:32 GMT

Grrness, What a week so far, I'm so jealous of so much right now, and that's totally not like me. My attempts to meet women over the internet continue to fail. Gas is way the hell too expensive. Our Gaming session was totally fucked this weekend. I had to go to some retarded boring class on army DTS (some form of travel program [not the fun kind either]) while the rest of the company went to watch the BN basketball game and get off work early, do you think I got off early, fuck no, and speaking of getting of too much information I thought that perhaps I should take the opportunity to beat off since my roommate is away, well don't you know that went not well, two hours of jacking, one sore dick, and a shit ton of frustration late I finally manage to get off, it wasn't very good BTW, and I'm still hurting. I don't know if it's all the pills I'm on or if it's just that it's been so long since I've even tried that I forgot how but that shit wasn't fricking right at all. SGT AWOL is back to his old tricks, causing me more pain and paper cuts, people never think of the paper-pushers that they inconvenience when they do stupid shit, never! You'd think that they could be goodly enough to send me an e-card thanking me for typing up and putting in the paperwork to destroy their career, since that must be what they want, you know going AWOL and whatnot. Shit, I have to get a new ID card tomorrow, my COC died, causing problems with encryption/decryption and sign ins. Well I sleep now. Have a smurfing night Dearest Readers.