Wednesday, March 30, 2005

You don't see that every day...

Seen:

Driving through the complex on the way home from work, theres light coming from an open garage. As I pass by, I see a full Mariachi band dressed in their performance outfits practicing. I almost stopped...

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

You play pool, Mike? Yeah, Why do you ask? You got a crease on your pants.

The Fox and Hound

I was invited tonight to go shoot pool. I really haven't interacted with the peers at work, so I felt a little peer pressure into going and agreed to spend a few hours in addition to the nine I already chalked up with them in a social environment. We hit the Fox and Hound right after work. T, the Austin territory sales mgr, RG, the north Tx territory sales mgr and JW, the ops mgr, all arrived ahead of me. Two minutes ahead of me, to be exact, and when I walk in, they A.) Already have a table B.) Already have the balls racked and C.) Already have beers. These guys really have it together... Especially as the place is located directly in the center of the Telecom corridor of Dallas, and during the week is empty at 5pm, then completely packed to capacity at 5:05pm...

The Games

We each tossed a penny on the table and broke into partners with whoever had the same coin side come up. That done we played. For four hours. Damage for four guys' rental of a table for four hours? Twenty bucks. I paid. Woa, I'm sooo generous. This might be a regular thing. T and I went up by four games early on, but ended up defeating ourselves with low probability shots resulting in an inadvertent 8ball drop on several games, so RG and JW pretty much kept the game tally even this way. Man are they competitive! Nine hours at work of:

Heya buddy!

Sure buddy!

You got it buddy!


Disintegrates in the midst of a neck and neck run of pool matches to:

Let's change rotation. I'm tired of shooting after this Fucker...

That'll shut muscle mouth up...


I was astounded at the Jekyll and Hyde in these guys. On walking out at the end of the evening it was:

Sure buddy!

You got it buddy!

See ya, buddy!


Amazing...

The Plumber Effect in full-force.

Midway through the evening a quintuplet of Nubile young women came into the place and took a table behind ours. Picture five women in low-rise jeans. Picture them in little belly shirts. Picture them all leaning forward into the table. Picture them on barstools without backs. Picture them without underwear. Plumber factor in full effect. Asses halfway out. Giggity, Giggity. I actually would prefer to see an exposed thong instead, but I, like my peers, am not too holier-than-thou not to leer...

Being guys, we developed a system where both teams would stand strategically so that when one would turn to the other partner to talk, they could leer past the partner at the hotties, then the pair would casually exchange places and repeat the process, taking turns. I dubbed this the "Ass Shuffle". I think the line was crossed with the tossing of quarters into the nubile's ass-cracks. Wait, that was just a suggestion carefully considered. Mind you, this was from guys, everyone but me married, and everyone at least a decade older than me, and two decades older than the nubiles. Shameful. I love it...

Highlights

Aside from the Pool and Burgers and Hotties, it was this. Standing out front of the place and shaking hands before departing, the one guy who has owned his own pool table for twenty five years gave me this comment:

Hey there, youngster, you're pretty fucking good!

Alright! Giggity, Giggity!

Sunday, March 27, 2005

An observation on life.

Mike Bates: Nice guys finish last, or not at all.
Clime: Then I stand alone, and together.

I'm on the sidelines of a serious shitstorm and can only recall Mr. Mark Twain's comments in his book "Travelling the Equator"

Mr. Twain: "Be good, and you will be lonesome."
Mr. Buffett's Addendum: "Be lonesome and you will be free."


My comment: live La Vie Dansante.

Sunday night

Here's hoping that Gray's Anatomy finds a weekly time slot on a night that I don't work. The pilot was fantastic.

Garryowen

I woke up to find the film 'The Quiet Man' airing again on AMC. On viewing this film I noticed something. Maybe last night's viewing of 'She Wore a Yellow Ribbon', which involved the 7th Cav, brought it to life.

Some of the background music in TQM is Garryowen. I didn't put it together until I remembered the music from SWYR. Both featured the Irish ditty, enriching both films. If you don't feel twelve feet tall after viewing both films back to back, then you are not a man. Clarification: You are not an American man.

Garryowen is the cry of the 7th Cavalry .

You will identify the 7th Cav with General Custer. I identify it with LtCol Hal Moore, and, of course, it's attached elements that Chief Scho was associated with, along with some really professional outfits:

2nd ID Crazy-Tough, Make that Insane-Tough, as they are stationed in the 'bowling alley'.
4th ID 1st ashore at Normandy, 1st into Baghdad.
1st CavDiv Nuff Said...
10th Mountain Div. An LID Light Fighters. Scouts Out.
3rd ID Palermo to Berlin. Murphy's Div. Nuff said...

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Catharsis

One of my favorite things is happening.

Waking up in a bedroom with the windows open, but not exposed to, very steady rain. The sound of the patter alone washes away the short-term memory of the horrendous previous week at work...

...that and Raiders in the DVD player...

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Psst LBG...

When you aren't around, Indy sleeps on the couch, with your OC watching blanket bunched around her...

Item of note...

I've seen the ring announcer in the final fight scene of Rocky before. A web search confirmed it. He also played 'Dragon' in the Eiger Sanction...

Means nothing to you, but to this cinemaphile, it's like a rail of cocaine...
Funny thing. For the past week, LBG's flip-flops have been stored up on a ledge by the staircase, usually reserved for keys, sunglasses, and incoming mail, for the obvious reason of preventing them from becoming chew-toys. This morning they are joined by my pair...

Corrections and Explanations.

Happiness is throwing on a pair of jeans, jacket, flip-flops, and trusty SD Padres ballcap and taking your buddy's pooch out for a stroll and a pee. Then it's back to Rocky...

Happiness

Happiness is waking up to find Rocky airing on AMC..

It gets better and better...

Ok. Here is my take on the subject. Drummed out of my Corps. Bad Conduct Discharge at the very least, or, as we twisted types with PMO referred to as a "Big chicken dinner". He lied. He Cheated. No one can prove he injured this child, but that's not the case, is it? He lied. He Cheated. Maybe he got off on the injury to a child charge, but WTF?! He lied. He Cheated. Here's how it went down:

OCEANSIDE, Calif. — A lance corporal was found not guilty of assaulting an infant at a home on Camp Pendleton, Calif., in court-martial proceedings March 10.
The civilian attorney representing Lance Cpl. John Aguilar said the Marine was erroneously singled out for the injuries suffered by a child in his care.

Jeremiah J. Sullivan III, a San Diego-based attorney, blamed on two “very inexperienced agents” with the Naval Criminal Investigative Service who were assigned to the case.

Aguilar was found guilty, however, of making a false official statement regarding his relationship with the child’s mother, Destiny Moberg. He also pleaded guilty to adultery in that relationship, Sullivan said.

Aguilar was watching the 3½-month-old girl and three other children on July 1, 2003, at a Camp Pendleton home. The baby was taken to the hospital the following day and found to have bruises on her brain because, investigators said, the Marine shook her.

But Aguilar’s attorney said the shaken-baby charge was unfounded. “I think we proved beyond a reasonable doubt that it was the mother … who did the injuries,” Sullivan said March 14, noting that the child’s mother “has been on antidepressants since the age of 17.”

A defense motion to dismiss a charge of attempted murder was granted by the judge in the case, Col. Robert Chester, according to Sullivan.

He was reduced in rank to private and sentenced to 20 days in the brig, after which he is expected to leave the Corps since his enlistment contract ends by late March.

“It will still be an honorable discharge,” Sullivan said.


An Honorable Discharge. I have an Honorable Discharge. I didn't screw someone's wife, producing a child, have my lover or myself shake this child into injury, or lie about what went down to NIS, then get out of there with an honorable after 20 days because I was a short-timer. And let me tell you, the brig today is a cake-walk. I lived it, albeit third person on weekly visits. I learned that military inmates have more, and more closely scrutinized, rights than any normal citizen.

I'll jump to conclusions here and give NIS the benefit of the doubt. This little puke drilled someone elses wife, got her pregnant, produced a child, shook that infant to injury, lied about it, and he leaves the Corps with honor.

Leaves the Corps with Honor.

I've got that tingly, pangy, heart-stopping feeling that you get when the situation presented to you causes you to throw up, pass out, or start swinging....

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Buy American? Eff off.

An outrage.

1st Battalion, 24th Marines is a reserve Marine infantry battalion based in Detroit, Michigan. Their headquarters building is located next to Solidarity House, the national headquarters of the United Auto Workers labor union. HQ 1/24 suffers the inconvenience of having no parking lot. Solidarity House goes unoccupied every weekend. It has been a long, long standing agreement that Marines attending weekend drill are allowed by UAW to park in Solidarity House's parking lots and walk next door to HQ. Till Now.

Now is 2005. Now is the innagural year of the Honorable Mr. Bush's second term in office. Now is when the petty, sour grapes, just plain mean cheap shots fly.

It has also been a long standing rule with UAW facilities that foreign vehicles are not to be allowed on UAW property. I somewhat agree with this. Hell. It is the labor organization for the American Auto Worker. I'm surprised that anyone driving up in a Honda hasn't been tarred and feathered. However; UAW has gone from patriotic to leftist and petty. Wait, labor unions have always been leftist by nature. Not a problem with me, but the petty part strikes close to home.

You see, the head of UAW has passed a rule that no vehicles of foreign-make or bearing any pro-Bush decals will be allowed in Solidarity House's lots. Till now they made an exception for Marines driving foreign vehicles parking there on the weekend. Now, no exceptions and one addition to the rule: You support President Bush, you find somewhere else to park and walk, you right-wing chump.

This new policy comes down from the head of the UAW himself, Ron Gettelfinger .

It's cheap shots like this, that conservative Americans will have to endure, for voting their conscience and morals, for the next four years. This is fine by me. But fuck with my Marine Corps? My next beater will be a Volkswagen...

Oh, and if you are wondering about 1/24's reaction to Gettelfinger rescinding the new parking policy after a barrage of nasty correspondence, LtCol Rutledge responded, and I am using my language, not his diplomatic language of correspondence:

Fuck you. We secured parking elsewhere already. Live in your email and telephone call shitstorm.


No Greater Friend. No Fiercer Enemy.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Strummin' my six-string, on my front porch swing...

Stodgy will be extremely pleased to find out that JB opened a Margaritaville Cafe in Las Vegas. And I went and talked LBG out of going there for his honeymoon and to San Fransisco instead. I could totally see my self heading out there. Something like this:

Stepping off the plane:

Clime: Viva!
LBG: Hey, its great you flying out here with us and all, and I know you won't crowd us or anything but... Clime? Clime?
Stace: Where'd he go?


Guess I'll have to stag it out there and hit sin city at about the time Stodgy goes feet-dry...

...That'll shut her up...

Had a grand time with the folks. Great dinner followed by a viewing of this year's orange bowl on vhs by Pops and I. When mom came up to the living room, the tv was switched over to network. Earlier I found out mom got a membership to a gym in town.

Clime's Mom: Yeah, Cathy and I go now.
Clime: Which one?
Clime's Mom: Curves.
Clime: Noo!
Clime's Mom: hehehehe Didn't your ex--
Clime: Shut it.


Later while watching tv she continuted to have fun with me.

Clime's Mom: You know, I'm almost sure she's working there now.
Clime: That can't be.
Clime's Mom: Yes, I think so.
Clime: No way. She got fired from that place.
Clime's Mom: Well, maybe she's back.
Clime: ~getting annoyed at this~ That was just her day job anyway...
Clime's Mom: Oh? What was her other one?
Clime: She is a stripper.
Clime's Mom: A what?!
Clime: A stripper, at the Million Dollar Saloon in Dallas.
Clime's Mom: Your joking.
Clime: Nope, she is a stripper.
Clime's Mom: ~silence~

Aw, hell. If that is all that is holding things up, I'll drive the rig.

Reveille, Reveille

Woke up and turned on the TV. My Favorite western of all time has just started on TNT. The Magnificent Seven.

The stars, Brynner, McQueen, Bronson, Vaughn, Coburn, and Wallach. One Mexican starlet, Rosenda Monteros. One of the greatest scores of all time composed by Elmer Bernstein. Viewing this movie gives you re-affirmation that you are an American guy...

Both LBG and I agree that the pure McQueen-ness alone is reason enough to go out and buy the new Mustang...

Some Notes:

John Williams was a performer in Elmer Bernstein's orchestra during the scoring of the film. He played the piano. This is awesome. It says so much about William's further success.

Robert Vaughn is the last surviving member of the original Seven.

Steve McQueen couldn't, contractually, work on the film due to a TV series commitment, so he crashed a car and did it during his 'recovery time'.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Bolt upright. Oh-Dark-thirty.

Internal Clock Dilemma

As has been the case for the past six weeks or so, I wake up like recruit at revielle at around five thirty or six in the a.m. on the weekend. I spend the morning either screwing around on the web, as is the case here, or just vegging out with the TV on, eventually dropping off at midday, completely nix-ing my entire day off. I think it is a sympathy pang thing for Stodgy, as he has the same cycle, albeit at an earlier time-cycle.

Night of nights

Went out for dinner with LBG and Meredith, and we were joined by Mario and Swalto later at the table. Highlights as follows:

Mario: On Masterbation: At that age I put a whole first grade class into a kleenex.

Clime: That so surpasses your "I'm going to have so much sex with (insert starlet here), that I'm going to give myself tennis elbow.

LBG, Mario, and Swalto: I am so pissed. No one told me I would have to spend and aditional 15 gold pieces on training a mount for my character after shelling out 90 pieces for it in WarCraft...


Mimi: Yawn.

Clime: Laughing.


At about this time Mimi put together about six feet worth of stirrer straws, sent them down the table and into my bottle of Corona and bogarted my beer.

It's been a month of hell, but if this wasn't a total decompression, I don't know what is. Salud and Cheers, Bruce Willis!

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

My deafness spawned a band...

It was one of the mandatory nights in retail hell, with Linus, a newbie, and myself working together. Newbie was making smalltalk and I was only half listening...

Newbie: So, have you seen that techno-video circulating the web called 'satisfaction'...

Clime: ... Did you just say 'Snatch Faction'?!

Linus: ~insane laughter~ Dude, he said 'Satisfaction', but that is an awesome band name!

Clime: Oh, hehehe. Hey, it is! Rolls off the tounge. Snatch Faction...

Linus: ...actually I've had a band all along. I was just waiting for the right name to come along... ~more laughter~


Yep folks, we're easily amused...

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Ulterior motive. Homesickness.

1.) A good Mariachi.
2.) A good Carne Asada Burrito.
3.) Iceplant on every Freeway exit.
4.) Palm Trees.
5.) In-N-Out Burger
6.) Del Taco
7.) Fins Restaurant
8.) Rockin' Baja Lobster Grille
9.) Sand.
10.) Waves.
11.) Revolucion Blvd.
12.) Tacos Tropos (cinco por un Dollor) on Revolucion Blvd.
13.) A good Mariachi.
14.) Rockin' Baja Lobster Grille
15.) An Ice cold Corona that doesn't cost you more than six bucks...

Stodgy, get the hell back here...

Will you come down off that cross, take the timber, build a bridge and get over it, already?!

In an interview with the Seattle Post Intelligencer, Theresa Heinz-Kerry stated that last years elections are suspect. You see, according to her, eighty percent of the electronic voting machines used in the election were manufactured and owned by two brothers. She stated that the two brothers are hard-right and that she is 'skeptical' about the results of the election, in some areas.

Clime's translation: All the red states.

She even went on to further smear the whole election process by saying ""We in the United States are not a banana republic," Oh that's nice. A statement from a former potential First Lady all but saying one of the oldest surviving constitutional democracies in the world has fixed elections. Wow. Classy gal.

So when a thin victory was fought on and on with litigation, now a resounding victory is called an outright sham. "The people of the United States can't be that stupid? It had to be a fix." Is what the left is coming back with.

It is further proof that the political left is becoming more and more elitist, above the people, and completely out of touch with it's potential constiuency.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Sunday night

LBG's got issues...

So I come in after an engagement in the early evening to find LBG watching a little TV. He tosses me a DVD case. "Saw" I swore I never would view this film.

Clime: Nuh-uh.
LBG: Uh-huh.
Clime: Nuh-uh.
LBG: Uh-huh.
Clime: Boston Legal isn't on tonight, is it?
LBG: Nope. Neither is Desperate Housewives. Oprah movie instead.


Into soon-to-be-my-very-own Lay Z Boy...

Clime: Plop.

Two hours later, the credits roll.

Clime: ~jumping up to a stand~ Dude, you are fucked up!
LBG: ~laughter~


Then he hits the 'features'. More twisted stuff rolls.

Clime: Dude, you have issues.
LBG: Oh, yeah? Then why are you still watching?
Clime: Point taken.


This gene was passed to me by my mother, who, when 'Tales from the Crypt' aired on HBO every friday night, wouldn't miss an episode. She also wouldn't sleep at night every friday night...
Clan Logan!

http://www.clannandrumma.com/merch-browse.htm

What they'll play when they fling my ashes...

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid

Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears

Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me

Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun


Without the bagpipes it just doesn't come off right...

Saturday, March 05, 2005

An outrage.

I consider myself a moderate. A wacky one, even, as I voted for Perot way back when. In my 'formative' years, and that is very loosely coined, as I was dragged back and forth across the globe along with various times sitting idle as Pops was deployed, so I didn't have much chance to be 'formed' by, snicker, 'educators'. I gained the value of conservatism. Mind your life. Mind your business. You know what is right. You know what is wrong.

I heartily agree with what was taught to me by parents and peers, taught by their parents. Live life right, but stand for your ideals in all the grey areas. And I have a lot of grey areas. The parental units stated their opinions, daily, but gave free reign on persuing my own opinion. I embraced this, and their opinions, for the most part, and live this way today. If you are an ultra-righter, don't talk to me about God, abortion, or public subsidizing of individuals. That's another issue.

But to exist as an institution of higher learning, subsidized in part or in whole by the U.S. Government, which is by the people, for the people, and be manipulated by one portion of those people, very highly partisan, at that, is reprehensible.

Stodgy, LBG, Dutch, Linus, JW, JT, and I among others have all witnessed political bias in the classroom. This is nothing new, as the professor is god of his world. Now, action groups on campus have gone bananas.

This is personal, as on moving to my current state of residence and doing the continuing education thing, I was verbally attacked and abused by a young woman who disagreed with my point of view in a philosophy course, with the professor's nodding approval. I acquiesced. Not because her point was stronger and won my point over, but because I was a hair close to breaking one of her short ribs, and that is just not proper decorum.

The Film 'PCU' never was more appropriate.

Anyway, take a look at this short film. It will take 45 minutes of your time, but is well worth it. It will be expanded and produced as a feature length documentary, but I doubt the 'art-house' theaters around here will project it... Highly Outrageous.

Bias in Academia

Friday, March 04, 2005

...And you thought they were badasses only on film...

From 1989 to the present, Pops and I have attended Audie Murphy Hero Days in Farmersville, TX, his hometown. The only non attendances have been when I was out west, or his health did not permit him to attend. You see, the main part of the event is a 5/10 kilometer roadrace that we both just ate up like candy.

We didn't hit it the past couple of years, because of Pop's recovery from illness. The last one we participated in was in November of 2001. Yeah, 2001. 'The Year'. A nation wracked with grief, then patriotism, then resolve. I remember his remarks prior to the roadcourse. He had a yearlong Hamstring injury that year.

Pops: Okay, we are doing this, but if I start to crap out, do your race.
Clime: Nu-uh. We'll get through it. No worries.


It was a rough one, in which he couldn't continue quickstepping after a coupla miles, so we walked till he could give it a go again. Then after a tough stretch, a walk again, then a run on into the finish line. We finished damn near dead last, but we quickstepped it through the finish. You think we were ashamed? After years of posting times putting both of us, I think, in the paper under the age-group finisher lists? Nope. It was about why we were there. And that was the reason the United States is still around. Duty, Honor, Country. We both were past the 'Duty' phase, but 'Honor' and 'Country' are still rally cries around this family, and that's why we do it. We weren't the only ones.

In that particular roadrace, as the pack of competitors bunched towards the start-line, there was an American flag on a staff carried by one runner. We kinda-sorta gravitated towards it and caught conversation about it between runners and the 'standard-bearer'. It turned out that the Flag itself was sewn in the time when the United States were only 48, and was missing the last 2 stars, and was a family heirloom. It had not been unfurled until this time, post September 11th. It was a garrison sized flag.

The roadrace was started and the pack thinned out to a stream of runners, finishing in their respective places. About halfway through, on a very windy day, this guy with the flag was beaten all to hell. He couldn't do it. Hold the flag up through the entire course. Adjacent runners veered in and offered up the duty to hold it up. It was held through to the end. You thought we were shamed by our performance? We were honored to be in the same group of men as these.

I've run like a nut carrying a guidon flag in a loop around my Battalion's three company's formations on a formation run, but never had the honor of doing what these civilians did for this guy...

Heroes

In contrast to the ideals, opinions and feelings of today's "Hollywonk" the real actors of yester-year loved the United States. They had both class and integrity. With the advent of World War II many of our actors went to fight rather than stand and rant against this country we all love. They gave up their wealth, position and fame to become service men & women, many as simple "enlisted men".

This post lists but a few, but from this group of only 18 men came over 70 medals in honor of their valor, spanning from Bronze Stars, Silver Stars, Distinguished Service Crosses, Purple Hearts to one Congressional Medal of Honor.

So remember; while the "Entertainers of 2004" have been in all of the news media lately I would like to remind the people of what the entertainers of 1943 were doing, (61 years ago).

Most of these brave men have since passed on.

Real Hollywood Heroes

Alec Guinness (Star Wars) operated a British Royal Navy landing craft on D-Day.

James Doohan ("Scotty" on Star Trek) landed in Normandy with the U.S. Army on D-Day.

Donald Pleasance (The Great Escape) really was an R. A. F. pilot who was shot down, held prisoner and tortured by the Germans.

David Niven was a Sandhurst graduate and Lt. Colonel of the British Commandos in Normandy.

James Stewart Entered the Army Air Force as a private and worked his way to the rank of Colonel. During World War II, Stewart served as a bomber pilot, his service record crediting him with leading more than 20 missions over Germany, and taking part in hundreds of air strikes during his tour of duty.

Stewart earned the Air Medal, the Distinguished Flying Cross, France's Croix de Guerre, and 7 Battle Stars during World War II.

In peace time, Stewart continued to be an active member of the Air Force as a reservist, reaching the rank of Brigadier General before retiring in the late 1950s.

Clark Gable (Mega-Movie Star when war broke out) Although he was beyond the draft age at the time the U.S. entered WW II, Clark Gable enlisted as a private in the AAF on Aug. 12, 1942 at Los Angeles. He attended Officers Candidate School at Miami Beach, Fla. and graduated as a second lieutenant on Oct. 28, 1942. He then attended aerial gunnery school and in Feb. 1943 he was assigned to the 351st Bomb Group at Polebrook where flew operational missions over Europe in B-17s. Capt. Gable returned to the U.S. in Oct. 1943 and was relieved from active duty as a major on Jun. 12, 1944 at his own request, since he was over-age for combat.

Charlton Heston was an Army Air Corps Sergeant in Kodiak.

Earnest Borgnine was a U. S. Navy Gunners Mate 1935-1945.

Charles Durning was a U. S. Army Ranger at Normandy earning a Silver
Star and awarded the Purple Heart.

Charles Bronson was a tail gunner in the Army Air Corps, more specifically on B-29s in the 20th Air Force out of Guam, Tinian, and Saipan

George C. Scott was a decorated U. S. Marine.

Eddie Albert (The Longest Day) was awarded a Bronze Star for his heroic action as a U. S. Naval officer aiding Marines at the horrific battle on the island of Tarawa in the Pacific Nov. 1943.

Brian Keith served as a U.S. Marine rear gunner in several actions against the Japanese on Rabal in the Pacific.

Lee Marvin was a U.S. Marine on Saipan during the Marianas campaign when he was wounded earning the Purple Heart.

John Russell: In 1942, he enlisted in the Marine Corps where he received a battlefield commission and was wounded and highly decorated for valor at Guadalcanal.

Robert Ryan was a U. S. Marine who served with the O. S. S. in Yugoslavia.

Tyrone Power (an established movie star when Pearl Harbor was bombed) joined the U.S. Marines, was a pilot flying supplies into, and wounded Marines out of, Iwo Jima and Okinawa.

Audie Murphy, little 5'5" tall 110 pound guy from Texas who played cowboy parts?

Most Decorated serviceman of WWII and earned: Medal of Honor, Distinguished Service Cross, 2 Silver Star Medals, Legion of Merit, 2 Bronze Star Medals with "V", 2 Purple Hearts, U.S. Army Outstanding Civilian Service Medal, Good Conduct Medal, 2 Distinguished Unit Emblems, American Campaign Medal, European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with One Silver Star, Four Bronze Service Stars (representing nine campaigns) and one Bronze Arrowhead (representing assault landing at Sicily and Southern France) World War II Victory Medal Army of Occupation Medal with Germany Clasp, Armed Forces Reserve Medal, Combat Infantry Badge, Marksman Badge with Rifle Bar, Expert Badge with Bayonet Bar, French Fourragere in Colors of the Croix de Guerre, French Legion of Honor, Grade of Chevalier, French Croix de Guerre With Silver Star, French Croix de Guerre with Palm, Medal of Liberated France, Belgian Croix de Guerre 1940 Palm.

You learn something every day...

Sifting through control docs for the day's output I note this strange business. Has a website and everything...

John Carpenter
The Unconventional Lapidarist


Ever hear of office cubicle prairie-dogging? Having no earthly idea what one was, I walk into J's office.

Clime: Hey, Lapidarists are shady to begin with, and now we're dealing with an unconventional one?!
J: A what?!
Clime: A Lapidarist.
J: What's that?
Clime: Actually, I have no idea.


So the funny part was the chorus from almost every desk out there of "A What?!" and "how's that spelled?", then to walk out and see a dozen or so PC monitors on my walk back to my area displaying various web searches...

Oh, I'm not going to tell you what a Lapidarist is. You'll have to suffer the agony of being ignorant of a word as well, at least for the time taken for 10 keystrokes inside a google search field...

Thursday, March 03, 2005

More Correspondence.

This could be dicey. Nothing is worse than a whole batch of FNG's...

Hey, Brother,

Just wanted to make sure you got my email yesterday. That old address is dead today, so if you didn't get it, then you at least have the new one today.

Not much going on around here. We will be a little bit busier in the near future for a few days, but nothing dramatic. The Bats are heading out of town and there will be a lag in operations while the Gators are arriving. So, we're plugging the gap for a little while. Like I said, nothing dramatic. Well, one thing that was exciting was I got cut up real good by some fragments that hit me while I was swimming...wait, that was Saving Private Ryan. Never mind. hehehehe

Nothing else to report. Baxter seems like he's doing real good, the little traitor. Everyone that I know over here is heading home this week. Except for 311. I knew a bunch of folks in the Bats and up at Wing. All new folks now. New rules, too. It's like re-inventing the wheel. Schmucks. We have a new tag line here until we deploy back to the States. When someone gets pissed 'cause they didn't get a report or they go on and on about the new HQ element n' shit, we just reply...."We're 3d MAW, bitch!!!" hehehehe

Laters, bro. Take it sleazy!

CWO Eric Schoberg
Ordnance Officer
VMA-311 "Tomcats"

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Someone Got it...

If there ever were a Date Flick made for guys, I think this one will be it...

Fever Pitch.

Have rant, will travel...

Heinlein, you had it right.

In one of Robert A. Heinlein's novels, the one horribly transformed into one of the WORST movies ever, Starship Troopers, he stated that the clearest proof that a society is in decline is the loss of manners shared among it's members. How true.

Take driving. Driving is an activity that prescribes manners as well as any activity. Gone for a drive lately, or are you like me and would rather cut the webbing between all your toes with an eight by ten sheet of typing paper? If one is to be a decent driver, one must have good manners, then all these people here are a bunch of fucking heathens. Not a drive occurs that I don't give serious thought to dragging some bastard out of their car and drilling them in the temple. It's not that they are overly aggressive, but drivers in Dallas are lazy and stupid. Mistakes are made and uber-expensive SUV's are instantly turned to scrap because Joey Bagodonuts is to lazy to follow simple traffic rules.

Here's another thing. When when ordering food, ANYWHERE, an acceptable request is NOT "Gimme aaa....". Nor is "I'll take aaa..." What ever happened to "I would like a" or "May I have a"? You know, ask with courtesy, and receive with courtesy? Just because money is transferring hands is not license to treat a total stranger like they are your handmaid. You fucking heathen.

Now for my inspiration for this little tirade. Personal courtesy toward strangers. If one more person goes through a doorway only to let the door fall shut behind them, with me only three fucking paces behind. I'm going to open that door, then cut their throat from ear to ear. Simple

And this leads to my final take, which is that women in this society, particularly in this metropolis, are reduced to a group of ill-mannered, ill-spoken, crass, uncultured cows. All of them, and I'd like just one female to prove this false. Just once. Just fucking once. Oh, I guess you've figured the little doorway exchange illustrated above involved a woman. It always does.

And if one were to, say, call me on manners, as I have been rather colorful in my language in this post, I have this to say. In real life, I swear as little as possible in front of females. It's just too heathenistic. So why would I swear in print to a possible female readership? Simple. It's my journal. I'll extend the courtesy towards females of clean language in my posts the day I witness any type of common manners out of them around here. That or the day blue assed baboons with wings fly out of my ass.

Yours cordially,
Clime.

Read from the 'Clime' Dictionary.

Vidiot: n, (vid-ee-oht) 1. An individual with sub-par to poor taste in movies. 2. An individual with limited knowledge of movie titles, subjects, and motion picture actors.