I'm probably going to post this on Facebook tomorrow....

And I know I'm going to piss some people off.  Let's see how many people "de-friend" me.  Is that like being taken off someone's blogroll?

I can appreciate this:



But I'm a traditionalist to the bone, and I prefer the original:



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Gimp

I played racquetball for the first time in over a decade last night.  It was a good workout, and I had a good time, but I'm rediscovering muscles in my leg that I forgot existed, and they are NOT happy about being forgotten.

On the other hand, I found the cigar store here in town that seems to be my idea of happiness.  Yay!

Getting old

I'm sore, in places that wouldn't normally be sore.  I hate getting old.

My reaction to TV News

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Jet Powered

I won't talk about what restaurant I ate from last night, but the resulting stream of liquid shit that was shooting out of my ass during the lunch break was strong enough to almost lift me off the toilet a good five inches, had I only been twenty pounds lighter.

Not happy things, no.  But when hardened Soldiers are staggering out of the bathroom, reeling from the green haze and choking out "CLEAR THE BACKBLAST AREA FIRST, DAMMIT!" then I figure it's worthy enough to post.

WOO HOO!

HOMEWORK!  MY FAVORITE!

Can't Blog

Busy.  Military schools will do that to you.

Ah, allergies

Went running this morning.  Turned into a hacking, coughing phlem factory.  Yay.  The PT Test on Wednesday is going to be FUN!

Fort Jackson

Is a friggin' ghost town.  It's actually kind of depressing.  I passed by one of the Basic Training company buildings, no longer in use, and there was a sign that read "Keep of the Grass", only the grass hadn't been cut in months.

Man, this place as gone downhill.  And it wasn't all that great to begin with.