Sunday, January 30, 2005

Sleepy Time

I'm going to say screw Op-sec and throw this out there. Stodgy went feet-dry in indian country today.

Six or so months from now, bro, you're going to be saying "Fallujah?! I barely even knew ya!"

You clear your six, bro...
Fire Mission, Fire Mission, All six guns.
Charge Sevenweight, shells HE.
XRay Yankee, Fuse a VT.


Had to pull something araah! out to make up for the fact of tearing up like a girl with a skinned knee over two consecutive hours of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition tonight

They're Harrier and Hornet Drivers now, but way back when....

Look at all the drivers who earned The Medal....

USMC Aces

Greg Boyington was the man, and 214 puts it to 'em out of the desert, but Foss' Squadron is located next to the Red Devils aboard Miramar MCAS. Araah.

We're holding you to it, LBG...

Am jeden Sonntag, Im Stadion wie Boca, Wembley, und Betzenberg, elfe manner, fur neunzig minuten, sind immortalisch. Komme wit uns, mein bruder... Wir warten... Es gibt eine ganzen jahre noch. Zieg USA...

Saturday, January 29, 2005

A religious moment

Saturday night live. Collin Farrell guest stars. He does a skit wearing a Cult concert shirt. The Electric Tour with the Cult band name outlining a wolf head.

Earth, Soul, Rock and Roll...

Hi, My name is Clime, and I'm a COPS addict....

...This goes back to when I was doing it, and watched the show religiously to see if I could note the mistakes others made. Good Stuff. And it is, to this day, a great learning tool.

Tonight's Episode, First Item.

Camera crew goes 10-8 with Fort Worth P.D. Officers executing a search warrant on a west F.W. house suspected of crack cocaine trafficking. The occupants of the house are, wait, that's profiling, I'll stop there. They force entry and clear the house, securing all suspects inside. In one shot, they are in a hallway and in that hallway is a bookshelf with about a dozen high school track and field trophies resting on it.

Does anyone else see the humor in this?

We are becoming our parents...

The setting is the living room at about 9pm. Groovy eighties cop show playing on DVD.

Clime: ~cough~ I think I'm getting a chest cold. I think it was the sudden cold/wet snap last night.
LBG: Could it be the fact that you're not wearing any socks?
Clime: Shaddap.


Well...I'm wearing socks now...

Musings....

Is it possible to give a person back a chest-cold, or should I just smack them in the head?

Input? Comments? Pummeling techniques?

Friday, January 28, 2005

Is it guilty pleasure? You betchya...

In my best Canadian Rock band singer voice:

Everybody's workin for the weekend

...and this week was a B I T C H. Soo...what do all the really cool guys do on a Friday? Go pub crawling on Lower Greenville? Digging the live music scene in Deep Ellum? Dinner and drinks with affluent SMU chicks in Highland Park Village? HAH!

How about Taco Hell at the house, shots, and back-to-back-to-back episodes of 21 Jump Street from the first season on DVD.

Pathetic, say you. Awesome, say we... As awesome as Johnny Depp, Peter DeLouise, and that freaky sex kitten Holly Robinson.... Rock On.

Woa...flashbacks...

The Left Coast is the Best Coast

Takes me back in a flash. Just one of those things. Picture the weather in this post pic three hundred and forty days a year...

Interstate 405, the San Diego To L.A. Run .

Man do I miss SoCal some times...

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Skeptical. Highly Skeptical.

Ran across a trailer today. I have several gut reactions to it.

Gunner Palace

Well. Let's start, shall we? The main tagline states that "This Documentary is not political."

Cue cynicism now.

That's the first statement from any work that has an agenda. Since America is decidedly conservative, given the past little election, a most liberal film industry has to veil it's political pieces as non-partisan and then ambush the viewer hoping to get a swing from the moderates. I am not buying it. Item two is a written 'plug' at the end of the trailer by the head of Operation Truth.

Operation Truth? Nuff said. It's got an agenda.

Now for that 'you bit the inside of your mouth and started a sore and you know it's there, but you just have to touch it with your tongue to see if it still hurts' kind of compulsion for the film.

The trailer shows everyday warriors being everyday warriors. Stress, Terror, Relief. This just might backlash against the film makers in the way of the American public's pathos for it's troops. A more obscure backlash would be from Uncle Sam's Gun Club itself. It just might be a cult favorite with us. Remember Full Metal Jacket? It was a VERY anti-war, anti-military film by Kubrik. It was intended to be so. That said, you show me one single Marine in all of the Corps, past or present that can't cough up a single line from that film. I thought so.

I'm going to see this film.

Schoboat, you watch your ass.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

That's a lot of Nuts!!!!

Total Escape

Yeah, yeah. I watched Kung Pao last night. I like my comedy to extend to the level that borders between the goofy and the bizarre. It was the ticket.

Tonight, after a sixteen hour day, I find this new trailer nugget: Kung-Fu Hustle

Looks like it's right up my alley. Hey, I went to the Indie film house The Angelika and paid almost twice the normal ticket price of a mainstream theater to see Shaolin Soccer, and was thoroughly entertained.

Not all films have to be 'important' to be good. Nor do they have to have stellar dialogue, plot flow, and directing. Example: Steven Segal's early body of work, et al. This is not new. Millions and Millions have plunked down money over the history of the film medium to just sit in the dark and escape.

For that reason, this one intrigues me.

Now to peruse the Angelika website to see if it will run there....

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Some thoughts

The working life

Two days in and it is already a lengthy week. I had a revelation of sorts this evening while driving home from a day that ran late. Every time I work late, work early, or go in on the weekend, I am thanked for it personally by my peers and leadership. Every time. I spent five years in retail hell and can count on one hand the time that's happened, and it was usually the subordinates that expressed it. Good decision to jump ship? You Betcha.

Every morning I have the Morning News waiting for me. Don't get to read it till midday, as I go in 'hot' from the get-go, but it's there. The last two days it's been gone. I suspect foul play. I also suspect the dozen or so construction workers who are on site for the expansion. Is it a felony to shoot a mexican for stealing your sports page, I wonder?

Sunday, January 23, 2005

This just sucks.

Can this year get any better?

Johnny Carson, 79, passed away today.

Today was the day...

From here, CWO-2 Scho packs his trash and heads to the sandbox.

This was the last night I could spend with Schoboat. We went with LBG and his fiance' to a birthday party of a friend of his, an aquaintance of mine and no connection whatsoever of Stodgy's.

I apoligize first and foremost to LBG and Stace, for separating ourselves from the table and not making an attempt to be sociable. I knew it was happening, I felt uncomfortable that it was happening, but I did not care. The Sir and I traded stories, made jokes, and laughed the whole time. Our last and only 'us' time.

After LBG and Stace left, leaving us as the guys without a bonafide connection to the party, we ambled over to the sole billiard table to watch a sixty year old man hustle a twenty something year old kid out of all his cash. When he was broke, both left. That left us an open table and a competition. 9-ball, run to three for fifty bucks. After pocketing fifty bucks, I played some 3-ball with Scho and Swalto, who joined us at this time. I give Swalto his due; he doesn't miss.

A couple hundred laughs later, Scho and I headed home.

I knew he would be out of the rack to head to the folks place before I got up and headed there myself, and as this was truly the last time I would see him on the 'us' level before he pumped out, I threw him a comforter, threw him two pillows from my bed, and said this:

You keep your powder dry and clear your six, brother.

Then I hugged him and kissed the side of his head.

You watch your ass bro, and make it back to the world. You need anything in the way of armor and I will have it to you and yours who need it on my dime. No shit.

Semper Fidelis

Saturday, January 22, 2005

It's January, and I'm all ready to hear Hell's Bells...

Four months 'till Spring Training...

Nothing. I mean nothing, gets me stoked like number 51 walking to the mound from the bullpen, just like Vaughn in Major League. Only in this situation, it's not Wild Thing playing on the P.A. , but Hell's Bells, and Hoffman is walking out. Lets hope it happens more than 41 times this season...

Trevor Hoffman has no fear.

He pitches in the ninth inning with the game on the line, so he can't afford any fear.

The San Diego Padres' closer has finished up All-Star games. He's pitched in the World Series with 50,000 people screaming.

And he's never felt afraid.

Yesterday, however, he admitted to a touch of fear. Well, if not outright fear, at the very least a severe case of nerves.

Last night, Hoffman was presented with the 2005 Hutch Award at the P-I Sports Star of the Year banquet. The award, named for former big league pitcher and manager Fred Hutchinson, a Seattle native, goes annually to the baseball player best displaying "honor, courage and dedication to baseball both on and off the field."

Go Hoff. Go Padres.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Really random crap...

...when you have had a whopper of a day, and walk out to the parking lot, reviewing it in your mind to conclude that you cleared maybe ninety percent of the day's hurdles, get into your auto and from there onto a packed freeway, and BTO comes on the stereo with "Taking care of business", you gotta grin... and now you're not too exhausted to head-bob....

Holy Crap.

Since finally programming my dish receiver to deliver me FoxNews for the first time in eighteen months, I now get my crack-hit in the form of the O'Reilly Factor. I saw something tonight that made my jaw drop and left pinkie toe go numb. Dick Morris as a regularly contributing, conservative, political analyst. Woa! I knew he became alienated with the Clinton administration, but he's pitching for my team now, and his remarks are Awesome! Right on...

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Stuff

Retail Hell

Went into work tonight. People left me alone. Work was the usual. No surprises. The company conducts a survey of employee morale using a web-based system owned and maintained by the Gallup Organization. This time they rigged a curtained 'booth' to ensure 'privacy and anonymity'. HELLO?! "Thank you for participating in Viewpoint. Please sign on using your employee ID..." Me being me, I know the loophole to bring up an active web browser, so I feel it is my duty to bring up porn and exit the booth as soon as I know some employees are around, although I won't be tacky and bring along 'props'...

Poolhall Junkies

Caught the ass-end of a trick shot tournament on ESPN and saw that the winner was Mike Massey. Hey! I've seen that guy before! He played St. Louis Louie, a billiard tournament pro in the film Poolhall Junkies. Right on!

Pirates!

Arrrh. Sid Meier's Pirates! Came out for the PC on Tuesday. I played his original incarnation on the C-64 as a kid. I was hooked. It is a completely open-ended historical strategy game. What made it so cool was the fact that you really do learn a TON of history, geography, and resource management. Can you name all the port cities of Hispanola(Coast from Mexico to Brazil) or all the major islands from Cuba to Grenada? In order? Do you know who Edward Teach, Henry Morgan, or Jean Laffite were? I do... It was because of this game and the guide, which was practically a History Textbook, that went with it. Now to get my Letter of Marque as an English privateer and start patrolling...

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

The good, the bad and the ugly...

The good.

LBG is getting hitched. Now there were two. Congratulations, bro! Now I can't be so cryptic. On a side note, Pops saw it coming the whole time, guess age brings wisdom...

The Bad

Gotta find new digs. I'm so going to use this line when being shown units:

"Wait. No one has died in this unit, have they?"
"Oh, no!"
"Then can you show me one where someone has?"


Also, found out today that Stodgy got 'the call' and has to leave here post-haste to return to his unit in order to be detached to be sent as a replacement Ordo-Officer in support of, wait, that's OpSec... He's going to the sandbox. That is the job; the four days to finalize his affairs before rolling is bullshit. Powder dry and clear your six, bro...

The Ugly

Gotta go into retail hell tomorrow after a full day of QA'ing 1500 Humvee windows, hunting through the files for Certs of Conformity for the countless manufacturer's P.O.'s the material came from, and basically blowing some unnamed individual over the phone to courier it to SG by it's deadline. Yeah, I'll be looking for a fight...

Monday, January 17, 2005

"You are what happens to you, and at the end of the day, that's all you've got."

...And today it is really good. Really good.

I am one without an office, but had the opportunity to gorge myself on Taco Bueno amid the dust and rubble of the demolition zone, today. I am one to look for a place closer to work, but the big picture is a fantastic pastoral. I dig it, and dig why. Cryptic enough? Right on... If Semper Fidelis were ever uttered by this guy, it would be for this....

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Some Video...

Some video of the Brough-Superior. The Bentley of V-twins...

The first is the MX100, T.E. Lawrence's favorite...

Magnificent bike.

Yer right Pops. It was the Brough-Superior. Not the BSA. Still a V-twin, though, and runs like a scalded dog.



My kinda guy... part 2

...That and the "I Heart Violence" bumper sticker on the back of his car.

I want one. I want one....

My kinda guy...

"We are at the scene of a convenience store robbery where two armed men were thwarted by Inspector Hammer. What happened Inspector?"

"Well, two men entered with shotguns so I drew my magnum and killed them. Then I bought milk, eggs, and those little cocktail weenies..."

"Inspector, was that absolutely necessary?"

"Oh, yes. I had no groceries at all at home."

Is it guilty pleasure? You betchya...

Blue Crush is on this morning. With the technical input, I'm sure it is as accurate as my movies, American Flyers or Breaking Away....

However, I have never looked that good in a two piece...

Yeah, I'm up....

Said Eff off big buy, today, and didn't go in, went to dinner with the folks and now am kicking back watching every single episode of Sledge Hammer in the DVD box set. I kinda promised to give it up to Stodgy, as I have blown him off for the past three days, and a guilt factor is in play, but I gotta view them all before I give it to him, before I go and buy another the following day. No loss.

The funniest thing about Sledge, and I have just noticed this, is the fact that he wears the most god-awful suits, shirts and ties. I am all about that. Shiny striped suits, awful plaid suits, thick weave tweed suits, and ties that needed a dimmer. If that isn't a great trademark, I don't know what is. Might be time for some additions to the wardrobe. That and the aquisition of a .44 Smith and Wesson. That is a must for the guy on the go with a shiny blue plaid suit, thick striped white and grey shirt, and red tie with black and white checker-boards on it....

Saturday, January 15, 2005

My Name is Sue. How do you do?

In a story related to me by Pops:

In 1969 or so Europe, the boys took a 96hr pass and went to Amsterdam by rail. His remarks on the appearance of them upon their return suggested that they had an 'epic' time. One of the incidents during the visit:

The boys found themselves in a watering-hole tabled near some other guys. Over conversational noise it was discovered that both tables were speaking english. One table american english and the other the Queen's english. They were Royal Navy Sailors. You know how this one is headed. The trash talk is now commenced. Overly loud comments meet over-overly loud comments till the confrontation is inevitable.

Now, you know how this goes. One guy is the frontman, because he is sauced beyond any rational thought, and though you are stable enough to keep out of it, you still are enjoying the show, so you don't intervene.

Then came the confrontation. Mr. Loudmouth at the table called the Sailors out and they obliged to meet outside that instant. Now, there is a world-wide reputation Royal Navy Sailors have for being eye-gougers in a fight. The rest of the table didn't want any of it, so when Mr. Loudmouth found himself alone in the street with the bunch of RN Sailors in front of him he found, finally, the common sence to diffuse the situation.

RN guys: Just who do you think you are?!
G.I.: My Name is Sue. How do you do?

Now, Mr. Johnny Cash's single was receiving world-wide airplay at the time, so the sailors got it, and busted out laughing.

They invited him back in, and all of them to their table to get absolutely shattering drunk.

I hope I got this right, Pops. It's one whopper of a story.

Fight on.

BY TODD HARMONSON
The Orange County Register

LOS ANGELES - (KRT) - USC's news wasn't everything the Trojans wanted, but it was enough to prompt celebrations throughout Heritage Hall and, likely, groans across college football.

The two-time national champions learned Friday that Heisman Trophy-winning quarterback Matt Leinart wanted one more year more than he did the money awaiting him in the NFL.

"This was definitely the hardest decision of my life," Leinart said.
Punter Tom Malone also decided to return to try to help USC make it three consecutive national titles.

But middle linebacker Lofa Tatupu, who generally is regarded as a middle-round selection, decided to enter April's draft in hopes of helping his family financially.

Tatupu's loss will hurt, but Leinart's return was a boon the Trojans couldn't count on because he was considered a lock as a top-10 pick and possibly the No.1 overall selection. He gives an already-strong team a lineup so loaded that USC should be the prohibitive favorite to win next season's championship.

"OK, so I'm smiling," said USC coach Pete Carroll, whose voice was strained, in part, from the constant lobbying he did with the players he advised to stay in school.

Hundreds of fans waited in and around Heritage Hall for Leinart to make his call, and the screaming started the moment he said he planned to come back for more at USC.

Many of Leinart's teammates also showed up for the announcement and were every bit as shocked as everyone else who expected that he couldn't resist a signing bonus that likely would exceed $10 million.

"If it was me, I don't think I could've walked away from the money," USC tight end Dominique Byrd said. "But now he has a chance to become one of the greatest college quarterbacks ever."

"I'm speechless," said wide receiver Dwayne Jarrett, who with Byrd was among a group Leinart told the news to in Carroll's office before his announcement.

Leinart clearly had wanted to return to USC but also understood the financial implications of his decision. In the end, he said he had to go with what was the right thing for him, and that was returning to the Trojans for more of the football and fun that he loves.

He was asked to do a little work Friday, though, when Carroll wanted him to put in a call to top recruit Patrick Turner, a wide receiver from Nashville who is expected to announce his college choice.

Leinart also must soon make some other big decisions. He has an insurance policy that will expire this spring, so he will take out another to cover him in case of a career-ending injury. And he also is considering having surgery on his left elbow to help with the tendinitis that plagued him before last season.

Leinart's move also creates some uncertainty for USC's other quarterbacks.

John David Booty was considered Leinart's likely successor and was eager to learn what Leinart planned to do. Now he will have to sit behind him for a third season, and there is strong sentiment that he might transfer.

Freshman Rocky Hinds also is in the mix, but the biggest benefactor could be Mission Viejo High quarterback Mark Sanchez. Sanchez, who has committed to the Trojans, will get a season to learn from Leinart before he joins the fight to replace him after next season.

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© 2005, The Orange County Register (Santa Ana, Calif.).

Friday, January 14, 2005

I'm on my last of the night, and have this

My name is Sue. How do you do?

Followed by Hank Jr. I gotta hit the rack. But be prepared for a pentultimate story about the Man in Black this Weekend.....

Barmaid, play me some Buffett....

Thank you KHYI. The big test is going into big buy tomorrow. A place without the Uncle. I am prepared already to be the biggest and meanest Son of a Bitch they've had to deal with. My plan: to humiliate, back down, or just plain beat down the first motherfucker who says the first thing wrong to me or any of the guys. Y0ur precious company took away his healthcare for the bottom line, leaving him to the care of the county hospital. I have no loyalty. I also have a big plate of retribution. It's only a job that pays the same per month as my incentive pay at the one that took me away. So, c'mon, please, fuck with me.....I beg you.

The first good thing all day...

Fight on.

Matt Leinart has decided, and announced today, that he is passing up the NFL draft to stay on as a Senior and Athlete at USC.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

We'll ride again, brother...

And when we do, between stories, you will finally teach me to play guitar..



Pancho Villa crossed the border in the year of ought sixteen.
The people of Columbus still hear him riding through their dreams.
He killed seventeen civilians, you could hear the women scream.
Blackjack Pershing on a dancing horse, was waiting in the wings.

Tonight we ride, tonight we ride.

We'll skin ole Pancho Villa, make chaps out of his hide.
Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven brides.

Tonight we ride, tonight we ride.

We rode for three long years till Blackjack Pershing called it quits.
When Jackie wasn't lookin' I stole his fine spade bit.
It was tied upon his stallion, so I rode away on it.
To the wild Chihuahuan desert, so dry you couldn't spit.

Tonight we ride, you bastards dear.
We'll kill the wild Apache for the bounty on his hair.
Then we'll ride into Durango, climb up the whorehouse stairs.

Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride.

When I'm too damn old to sit a horse, I'll steal the warden's car.
Break my ass out of this prison, leave my teeth there in a jar.
You don't need no teeth for kissin' gals or smokin' cheap cigars.
I'll sleep with one eye open, 'neath God's celestial stars.

Tonight we rock, Tonight we roll.

We'll rob the Juarez liquor store for the Reposado Gold.
And if we drink ourselves to death, ain't that the cowboy way to go?

Tonight we ride, tonight we ride.

Tonight we fly, we're headin' west.

Toward the mountains and the ocean where the eagle makes his nest.
If our bones bleach on the desert, we'll consider we are blessed.

Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride.

Tonight we ride, tonight we ride.




I'll see you when I see you, brother.

2005, Week 2: World 6 - Clime 0

That's what you get for thinking like a little kid...

Now, Clime isn't the one for manual labor. Clime is mostly noted for his significantly neat handwriting and his ability to operate a PC, a task most trained apes can't do. That said, when we were a little short handed out on the floor and the guys were swamped, I offered to take on the work on the Homag. Hey, this thing is as big as the third floor of LBG's and my house, runs multi-axis cutting of material, is automated and is noisy. Sooo, lets face it: Big machines are COOL, and I wanna run it. Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh?

So I've got a huge-ass plate of polycarbonate in the thing and am letting it run on an automated cut plan. This is something to remember. It is running on it's own... So it's jamming along and, on a pause, I reach in to square the material off. At the same time, one of the freight company drivers comes in and yells 'heya' to all my guys. I turn to wave at him using my free hand with a "look at me now!" kind of look. While doing this the retaining boom lowers on me. The one, instant, and completely lucid thought comes into my head:

"I am about to have my arm sawn off."

The next thought, and action is to shoot my free hand over to this plug on the boom that when yanked down shuts down the pneumatics to the boom and resets the computer so the cutting impliment cant continue running. Why do I know this? Because just yesterday I asked my acryllic fabber "Gee, what's that thing for?" Can an average man curl two hundred pounds with one arm? On a shitload of adrenaline, YOU BETCHYA.

So I'm throwing myself clear, on my knees like Indiana Jones shooting out of the temple in the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark only the golden statue is my right arm, and I look around to see one of my guys lying on his back on a table with his feet in the air laughing his ass off and the driver teary eyed with laughter too. That's what you get when you just have to work the big, noisy machines. Then the driver guy tells me to look at my hand. It seems that some part in the machine now owns an eighth of an inch of the top of the end of my right pinky finger.

LBG, you are going to love this...

How did I know it was an eighth? Because I measured it...

Happy Trails, Phil.

Came home this evening, and LBG was waiting for me with the news. At the rate this week is going, I think I'll spare the evil gremlins making this week miserable and step in front of a bus. That or kick a kitten or a liberal...

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Right on

Thanks, LBG, for the tremendous amount of assistance tonight. Moving the four major appliances up and down three flights of stairs was the easy part. Putting my mind back together about this chick drama after the shot of rumplemintz is a debt that couldn't be repayed in anything but blood.

Pardon me while I rant...


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Department of Defense, stop lying to us and get your ass in gear.

The last week of November, amid stories of troops not having the protection they require, the U.S. Army announced it was committed to properly armoring 8500 Humvees and an undisclosed number of other support vehicles to correct this huge problem.

Let's see here. 8500 units at four windows a unit. That's 34,000 windows to be purchased and installed. And that is just the Army's intended purchase.

It is now January 12th. To Date, there is only one purchase order open between the U.S. Army and the companies that manufacture these windows, and consequently us, the material fab and supplier to these big three. Secur*Glass in Texas, a competitor in Ohio, and a competitor in Massachusetts. That purchase order is with Secur*Glass, and it is for 3000 windows. That's it. 3000. One TENTH of the number of windows the Army announced to the American public it had intended to use to armor it's vehicles. The defense industry is large. Engineering thermoplastics is small. We know what everyone else is doing. Currently, there are no purchase orders from the Government open with the other of the big three. This is significant. Very significant considering the company in Ohio has reduced it's price per unit from the industry norm of six hundred fifty to three hundred dollars per unit. Think about that. Still no purchases from the government.



Sierracin of Fullerton, Ca, the producer of the windshields for the 'other support vehicles' such as the five-ton transport truck, the backbone of the military, presently has five hundred thousand dollars worth of these units sitting on their facility's floor. The reason? There are currently NO purchase orders open with the Department of Defense. They are not armoring any of these vehicles. Those units are frozen. No movement whatsoever.

What is the Department of Defense doing with all the money set aside to accomplish this mission of making our troop's survival rate after projectile or fragment contact in combat increase by 18 to 30 percent on the battlefield? Please Tell me. Me and all my guys are wondering, because we're all proverbially standing around with our dicks in our hands, knowing our ultimate 'customers' are getting shot and fragmented to doll-rags. Yep. This is the big secret. The Goverment told the public 'We got it covered.' and waited for the hubbub to go down. This pisses me off.

Here's another rant. Troops on the battlefield are short on body armor. Interceptor body armor with the SAPI, or small arms protective inserts. The armor is kevlar, the inserts are silicant-carbide or boron-carbide, a plastic loosely labeled 'ceramic' for it's physical characteristics. These two plastics are virtually absent from the marketplace right now. Here's why.

They are primarily manufactured in India and Europe. To explain this requires a back-story. Bare with me. Europe and Asia, because of their limited land and increasing populations, depleted a majority of their natural resources early in the twentieth century. This forced them to develop 'alternative materials' ie. thermoplastics and laminates, much earlier and at a greater rate than the Americas, so they are light-years ahead of us in plastics technology and manufacturing. That is why these continents have the monopoly on kevlar and silicant-carbides, they had the manufacturing rights decades before American manufacturers. Now, why is there such a shortage? It is two-fold: They can wait out until demand forces a concession by American buyers to accept astronomical price increases on the material, and, given Europe's hatred of the U.S. , especially in the area of foreign policy, ie. this little war we threw, they can stick it to us by just not releasing material for sale. So, the next time you are considering buying a product originating from or produced by a company from France, Germany, or Spain, think about that one. Think about it very hard.

I dont feel much better now, but it's now out there on the 'ole innturweb.

Oh, it is on like donkey kong....

One scathing editorial coming up:

I don't know whether to publish it here, or send it up to TheMorningNews.

Hell, I'll do both...

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

I know what you are thinking and you are probably right..

Yep. Found an indie channel out here that is airing Magnum P.I. I'm a happy camper. Be back on Saturday, folks.

Monday, January 10, 2005

What brings you instantly back...

Four Non Blondes

Me, Mike Hunt, Eric at the pizza place in San Onafre. Me Mike Hunt and Eric in San Clemente. Me Mike Hunt, and Eric at that mexican restaurant, real mexican restaurant, in Marina Del Rey. Me and Mike at the Las Pulgas E-Club. Songs take you back, you know. Eric is an Ord-O, Mike is a battery commander by now, if not with the Regimental staff. Me, I'm trying my hardest to get armor to the guys who need it and dealing with the assholes who just don't understand. Now I know how pops feels.

Agent Smecker: "Good Shooting. Shitty Shooting."

The place was completely deserted when I came in this afternoon, so I asked the rangemaster if I could 'get creative'. He and I have been long time aquaintances. He said no problem, but no rapids, double-taps are OK though. I told him if you can double-tap, theres no need for rapids. He laughed and told me to get my ass out there.

I have been an emotional train-wreck the past two days. Today, in my element, I was as frosty as the old days. You could lay a single black pasty over all the groups. I even did some failure drills for old time's sake. Double-tap center mass, one round head. I look around like a shoplifter to see if anyone was taking any special notice. All Right! Giggity, Giggity! El Commandante drill next, sans weapons presentation from the holster. I knew that would get me ejected from the range. Side by side sillouettes. Double-tap right target center mass, Double-tap left target center mass, combat magazine change as smooth as silk, single round head right, single round head left. Eleven seconds. My confidence in myself is coming round the bend. 'The Best' is a tag seldomly placed on any of my character traits or abilities. 'Cept one....

As it were, the range guys were watching me the whole time. My rangemaster 'buddy' rung me up at the register.

Say, you wouldn't want to go in with a range team, would you?
Nope.
Fair nuff. I guess you don't shoot for fun, do you?
Nope.

I may not be able to save a life. I may not be able to keep a g/f. I may take it bare fisted from the corporate world right in the grille on a weekly basis. But I am able to put steel jacketed rounds into anything I need to. Scho is back.

Aarah.

Little known movie fact:

John Ford

John Ford. Director: My Darling Clementine, She wore a yellow ribbon, The Quiet Man, Mister Roberts, The Searchers, The Man who shot Liberty Valance, How the West was Won, Donnovan's Reef.


John Ford. Lt. Cmdr USN, Pacific Theater, Midway Island defense.


Sunday, January 09, 2005

Earth, Soul, Rock 'n Roll...

Been in a daze for most of the day. I went out to get food and while pulling out of the garage I fumbled through some loose CD's. The one that came up was The Electric Remixes, an import CD by The Cult. I drove till it was done. I got LBG's dinner as an afterthought...

Tomorrow, I think, is a good day to go high and tight, get some range time, and start being stodgy again. Thank you Billy and Ian...

Fight on.

One can only hope it was APA-1

"FIGHT ON"
Fight On for ol’ SC
Our men Fight On to victory.
Our Alma Mater dear,
looks up to you
Fight On and win
For ol’ SC
Fight On to victory
Fight On!

This song is usually played after first downs and touchdowns. The music for USC’s fight song, "Fight On," was composed in 1922 by USC dental student Milo Sweet (with lyrics by Sweet and Glen Grant) as an entry in a Trojan spirit contest. In addition to inspiring generations of Trojan fans and players, the song has been used in numerous recordings and movies.

Legend has it that during World War II in the Pacific, an American task force attacked an island held by the Japanese. As the Marines stormed the beach, "Fight On" blared from the deck of one of the transports. The U.S. men let out a tremendous roar and eventually won the island.

There's a little place, where the Sun sleeps late, and pours himself a shot of Tequila....

They can come take it all away
Break your heart by the light of day
Drown your love in a distant bay
So lonely
See the ships heading for the rocks
See the time melting off of the clocks
There's a light shatters all the locks
And saves me
It saves me

That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That's all I want
La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you want
La Vie Dansante
Miss the beat if you close your eyes
Every night wears a new disguise
And I live when a new surprise surrenders
Feel it all with a willing heart
Every stop is a place to start
If you know how to play the part with feeling
I play with feelings
That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That's all I want
La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you want
La Vie Dansante
That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes us just where we want
That's all we want La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow the dancing life
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you want
La Vie Dansante
That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes us just where we want
That's all we want
La Vie Dansante
That's all we want...

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Rotten Day, Just a rotten day...

Spent my last night with Phil in the Hospice. Tomorrow or the next he is to be transported to Indiana to live out his last days with his mom. I found out that it will take two gees to get him there, and his family doesn't have the cash to get him there. I'm fronting the money. The folks at big buy say they are going to collect money, but you know how that goes. I'll front the remainder, then, all sixteen hundred and forty. After everyone left the room tonight, I told him he had something missing from his room and gave him my confirmation gift at the age of sixteen. My gold cross and chain. I have no use for it now.

Via con Dios, Meijo, tell him heya, and not to expect me for dinner. My dinner place is somewhere else.

You are what happens to you, and at the end of the day, that's all you've got.

A Quote.

"It's time to prove to your friends that you are worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying. Sometimes that means killing a whole lot of people."


Friday, January 07, 2005

Life isn't a scorecard. It's a Story.

Via con Dios, Phil. You'll have one hell of a story to tell. Tell them all the best one when you arrive. Our rally cry. "The Fuck I will!"....

Thursday, January 06, 2005

For you evil illegal music downloaders out there...

The trailer music for Sin City is from "Cells" by The Servant...

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Hmmmm

I'm about halfway through 'Renegade'. My man-crush on Michael Madsen compelled me to watch it, though the fact that it is a French film based on a French comic book about the American West relegated it to the 'put it on just before bed' list. The cast is respectable:

Vincent Cassel: never seen him, but he looks like a young Eastwood.
Juliette Lewis: fringe actress, good in everything.
Michael Madsen: Mr. Blonde Reservoir Dogs. Nuff said.
Ernest Borgnine: You name it, he's done it. Character actor.
Djimon Hounsou: Amistad, Gladiator Very strong male type.
Colm Meaney: Irish actor with very diverse body of work. TV, Mystery, Alaska, Con Air, Last of the Mohicans, Die Hard 2, etc.

Other parts of the world take to other styles of filmmaking. Asian movies, for the most part, don't work here. European movies, for the most part, don't work here. It's a matter of taste and culture. I can not warm up to this movie. Cinematography is outstanding. Individual performances are strong. I really want to like this film. However; it is European, and they take to a disjointed story carried out by visual vignettes rather than a straight story line filmed and edited accordingly. I do not.

I will watch it through, though, because of the merit of it's fractional components that work. That and it has Michael Madsen playing a badass.

One note. On technical merit. A major player in the story, but only briefly on screen, is the Apache Chiracahua. This places the events of the film in southeastern Arizona. I know. I spent six hours stranded in Chiracahua Canyon. That means that when you see the various actors who happen to ride in the film, ride on Spanish style saddles, you should note that it is correct. California and Arizona 'steaders were still influenced by the Spanish, if not by government, then by the families who held on to their land...

DTH

Das warten hat ein ende. Es gibt eine neue DTH album. Fast drei Jahre nach ihrem letzten Album "Auswartsspiel", ist am elfte, oktober das neue Hosen Album "Zuruck zum Gluck" erschienen. Ich bin, fur ein, sehr dankvoll. Rock 'n Roll.....

Oh, Right ON. I'm So There.

I'm not a comic book reader, but I play one on TV...

The only comic book I ever read was Spiderman. And I didn't collect the books; just read them. With all the comic-book turned motion picture craze, this one looks to top them all. The finished, final release of the trailer for Frank Miller's Sin City . I will be there.

All warm and fuzzy.

My office, as well as most of the administrative area of the building, was gutted today, looking like the floor under construction in Nakatomi Tower in Die Hard(Schiess dem fenstern! Was? Shoot ze glass!), so I was invited to take off for the day by JT. The real reason, I think, is that, considering what his predictions were yesterday on the outcome of the Orange Bowl, he just can't stand the sight of me today. He is an LSU Alumn, not even an OU guy, but he is a self proclaimed football 'Expert'. Nine times out of ten he would be right, but there's always that 'one'. Hehehehehe Fight on!

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Some Mid-week Peeves...

On being accident prone:

I'm not accident prone per se, other than the occasional stubbed toe or barked shin, but I am prone to splinters. Man I HATE splinters. I could brush my hand across the newly bathed and lotioned ass of a supermodel and come away with a splinter, somehow, some way... And the one sticking into the ball of my left thumb today was metal, a fraction of the guage of a hypodermic, and sticking just far out enough to catch anything and everything, but you needed a jeweler's loop to freaking find it...

The mail box:

The mail center has about ten, fifteen, EMPTY, parking spaces surrounding it, so why do these lard-asses feel the compulsion to stop their cars on the main drive, throw on their hazards, get out and walk over to get their mail? It's like a freaking road course every evening coming home and driving through... Two thirds of the occupants of the townhouses here are medical professionals, as the largest medical center is literally in our backyard, but I guess they can't practice what they preach and freaking park and walk fifteen feet to the mailbox...

The Freeway:

Be the careful guy. Leave a safe distance between your vehicle and the one in front of you. What happens then? Some ass-clown moves into your lane creating an unsafe distance between all three cars....

We interrupt this post to bring you this late breaking news:

Southern Cal 55 - Oklahoma 19

Fight On for ol' SC

Our men Fight On to victory

Our Alma Mater dear

looks up to you

Fight On and win

For ol' SC

Fight On to victory

Fight On!

Pops is probably going to be up all night. If a minor detail at work keeps him up all night, this will give him an all nighter for sure, savoring the meeting with one of his loudmouthed OU counterparts tomorrow morning....

Me...I'm going to bed. I already got LBG all skittish with my spontaneous outbursts this evening.

This has been an excellent week... despite all the crap dumped on this kiddo....




Sunday, January 02, 2005

Here he comes to save the day!

Just a piss poor afternoon.

I shaved. I bathed. I trimmed the nosehairs. Yep. Taking her out to Amelia's. Best Italian restaurant in the area with the chef being one of LBG's and my close friends. Then got the call. I think there's some drama behind the wave off, but as I walked out into the hallway I get this:

LBG: Hey man, you going to the folks for the usual Sunday?
Clime: (withholding the disappointment) No, man. Not going anywhere tonight. ~stinging~
LBG: You up for snow crab legs and wings at the Happy Place? (Hooters in Addison)
Clime: Sure.

You must know ahead of time what two trained professionals can do to snow crab legs. We are talking cracking, extracting, and scarfing all the crabmeat in the order of seconds, not minutes. Stodgy, LBG, and I, in our formative years hopped tables at a seafood restaurant. That's like Randy Johnson and Kurt Shilling pitching at a little league benefit game.

Crabmeat, hot wings, beer, sparkly breasts (our server employed a new cosmetic gimmick for the both of us), and football on every screen in the joint. Was I supposed to take someone out tonight?

Coming home forty bucks lighter with a new Calendar in hand(hey, it's Jan 2nd. We needed one!), a picture of the entire Addison Staff, full bellies, and a more comfortable outlook on life, we had the task of hanging said calendar.

Clime: refrigerator?
LBG: No way man!
Clime: ~looking at the ceiling in the center of the kitchen~
LBG: ~snot slinging laughter~

We settled for the wall on the entrance to the kitchen.

On any outing, if it is LBG and Clime, you can guarantee open mouthed out loud laughter. My situation may suck, but my outlook is Mardi Gras. Thanks for keeping me living La Vie Dansante, Bro.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

America

This is Awesome!

This hilairious little nugget is a video produced for Trey Parker's song appearing on Team America. It rocks!

America

Fucking off at work

This just seen:

Yep. Got jammed with a morning in retail hell on one of my two required days. This one being new years day. I'm walking back to my area, the recieving and shipping area, from the sales floor at big buy and see this: A guy my age dressed in black and white saddle shoes, blue trousers, brown belt, white short sleaved oxford shirt, and a black sleaveless sweater thingy.

Here, man. Take my .45 . You gotta take yourself outta the gene pool. Not for lacking decent coordination skills, but for letting your self, obviously, marry a woman who also lacks the skills to dress you properly...