Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet.

Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet

Virginia State Constitution: Article 1; Section 13
That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; that standing armies, in time of peace, should be avoided as dangerous to liberty; and that in all cases the military should be under strict subordination to, and governed by, the civil power.

Alabama State Constitution: Article 1: Section 26
That every Citizen has a right to bear arms in defense of himself and the State.

Saturday, June 30, 2012


The entire Fredericksburg area as far as I can tell, including south Stafford and all of King George.

Richomond and the Shenandoah Valley also have no electricity.

and it's supposed to get back up into the 90's today.


I'm going to rummage in the basement and dig out the camp stove and coffee pot.

Maybe I'll try back later.


Thursday, June 28, 2012

Getting Borked

"As government regulations grow slowly, we become used to the harness. Habit is a powerful force, and we no longer feel as intensely as we once would have [the] constriction of our liberties that would have been utterly intolerable a mere half century ago."
~ Judge Robert Bork

I never met the guy, but I know old Teddy "Swim Team" Kennedy hated his freakin' guts, so I'd probably really like him.

Bork as verb

According to columnist William Safire, the first published use of bork as a verb was "possibly" The Atlanta Journal-Constitution of August 20, 1987. Safire defines to bork by reference "to the way Democrats savaged Ronald Reagan's nominee, the Appeals Court judge Robert H. Bork, the year before."[24] Perhaps the best known use of the verb to bork occurred in July 1991 at a conference of the National Organization for Women in New York City. Feminist Florynce Kennedy addressed the conference on the importance of defeating the nomination of Clarence Thomas to the U.S. Supreme Court. She said, "We're going to bork him. We're going to kill him politically ... This little creep, where did he come from?"[25] Thomas was subsequently confirmed after one of the most divisive confirmation hearings in Supreme Court history.

In March 2002, the Oxford English Dictionary added an entry for the verb Bork as U.S. political slang, with this definition: "To defame or vilify (a person) systematically, esp. in the mass media, usually with the aim of preventing his or her appointment to public office; to obstruct or thwart (a person) in this way."

Excerpted from the Wikipedia article. Seriously, go read the whole thing.

To have your name actually entered into the Oxford English Dictionary as a verb is so completely full of awesome.
I can only imagine what it would mean to 'MSgt B' someone...

If your name became used as a verb, what would it mean?


Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I must be one of those "Racists"

I spent eight years in Okinawa, and my memories of that place are full of events that shaped me into the paragon of virtue that I am today. There is one memory that, over time, has fundamentally changed me.

Haircuts at the NCO club.

I'm not talking about the assembly-line buzz-factory at the BX. I'm talking about plunking down five bucks for a haircut, neck razoring, eyebrow & ear trim and hot towel massage that leaves you feeling like a new man.

Ever since then, when I am searching for a barber shop in whatever new town I've moved to, I'm searching for the place with the Korean ladies working the chairs. Of course, I've had the good luck so far to always have been within about 30 minutes of a military base. I'm sure this makes a difference, and I have nightmares about one day having to move to Buttwad, Idaho for a job and finding the only barber in town is a retired landscaper with Parkinson's.

Brother, I'm here to tell you, those little brown women have got a lock on the haircut market. One visit is all it'll take. During my R&R day Monday, I went over to Sunny's Barber Shop for a haircut. It's in a tiny strip mall by the corner of old Route 3 and Ferry Farm Rd. in Fredericksburg, right next to the Greek pizza joint.

The haircut is twelve dollars now, inflation you know. $15 with the tip. (You always tip the lady with the straight razor. That's a life lesson.)

It's worth every damn penny.


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Tied up Tuesday

That was nice.

The Boss (me) gave me Monday off to recuperate.

I'm back in the game. It was mostly just a case of me pushing my old, fat butt too hard in all that heat we had Friday and Saturday.

Good music video I found over at The Feral Irishman's place.

The scenery is beautiful. The song is pretty darn good too.

In case anyone was wondering what I look like without my shirt on....

Monday, June 25, 2012

Greasy Grass

The shaft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle's own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.  ~Aesop

Crazy Horse

The Battle of Little Bighorn
An Eyewitness Account by the Lakota Chief Red Horse
recorded in pictographs and text
at the Cheyenne River Reservation, 1881

Five springs ago I, with many Sioux Indians, took down and packed up our tipis and moved from Cheyenne river to the Rosebud river, where we camped a few days; then took down and packed up our lodges and moved to the Little Bighorn river and pitched our lodges with the large camp of Sioux.

The Sioux were camped on the Little Bighorn river as follows: The lodges of the Uncpapas were pitched highest up the river under a bluff. The Santee lodges were pitched next. The Oglala's lodges were pitched next. The Brule lodges were pitched next. The Minneconjou lodges were pitched next. The Sans Arcs' lodges were pitched next. The Blackfeet lodges were pitched next. The Cheyenne lodges were pitched next. A few Arikara Indians were among the Sioux (being without lodges of their own). Two-Kettles, among the other Sioux (without lodges).

I was a Sioux chief in the council lodge. My lodge was pitched in the center of the camp. The day of the attack I and four women were a short distance from the camp digging wild turnips. Suddenly one of the women attracted my attention to a cloud of dust rising a short distance from camp. I soon saw that the soldiers were charging the camp. To the camp I and the women ran. When I arrived a person told me to hurry to the council lodge. The soldiers charged so quickly we could not talk (council). We came out of the council lodge and talked in all directions. The Sioux mount horses, take guns, and go fight the soldiers. Women and children mount horses and go, meaning to get out of the way.

Among the soldiers was an officer who rode a horse with four white feet. [This officer was evidently Capt. French, Seventh Cavalry.] The Sioux have for a long time fought many brave men of different people, but the Sioux say this officer was the bravest man they had ever fought. I don't know whether this was Gen. Custer or not. Many of the Sioux men that I hear talking tell me it was. I saw this officer in the fight many times, but did not see his body. It has been told me that he was killed by a Santee Indian, who took his horse. This officer wore a large-brimmed hat and a deerskin coat. This officer saved the lives of many soldiers by turning his horse and covering the retreat. Sioux say this officer was the bravest man they ever fought. I saw two officers looking alike, both having long yellowish hair.

Before the attack the Sioux were camped on the Rosebud river. Sioux moved down a river running into the Little Bighorn river, crossed the Little Bighorn river, and camped on its west bank.

This day [day of attack] a Sioux man started to go to Red Cloud agency, but when he had gone a short distance from camp he saw a cloud of dust rising and turned back and said he thought a herd of buffalo was coming near the village.

The day was hot. In a short time the soldiers charged the camp. [This was Maj. Reno's battalion of the Seventh Cavalry.] The soldiers came on the trail made by the Sioux camp in moving, and crossed the Little Bighorn river above where the Sioux crossed, and attacked the lodges of the Uncpapas, farthest up the river. The women and children ran down the Little Bighorn river a short distance into a ravine. The soldiers set fire to the lodges. All the Sioux now charged the soldiers and drove them in confusion across the Little Bighorn river, which was very rapid, and several soldiers were drowned in it. On a hill the soldiers stopped and the Sioux surrounded them. A Sioux man came and said that a different party of Soldiers had all the women and children prisoners. Like a whirlwind the word went around, and the Sioux all heard it and left the soldiers on the hill and went quickly to save the women and children.

From the hill that the soldiers were on to the place where the different soldiers [by this term Red-Horse always means the battalion immediately commanded by General Custer, his mode of distinction being that they were a different body from that first encountered] were seen was level ground with the exception of a creek. Sioux thought the soldiers on the hill [i.e., Reno's battalion] would charge them in rear, but when they did not the Sioux thought the soldiers on the hill were out of cartridges. As soon as we had killed all the different soldiers the Sioux all went back to kill the soldiers on the hill. All the Sioux watched around the hill on which were the soldiers until a Sioux man came and said many walking soldiers were coming near. The coming of the walking soldiers was the saving of the soldiers on the hill. Sioux can not fight the walking soldiers [infantry], being afraid of them, so the Sioux hurriedly left.

The soldiers charged the Sioux camp about noon. The soldiers were divided, one party charging right into the camp. After driving these soldiers across the river, the Sioux charged the different soldiers [i.e., Custer's] below, and drive them in confusion; these soldiers became foolish, many throwing away their guns and raising their hands, saying, "Sioux, pity us; take us prisoners." The Sioux did not take a single soldier prisoner, but killed all of them; none were left alive for even a few minutes. These different soldiers discharged their guns but little. I took a gun and two belts off two dead soldiers; out of one belt two cartridges were gone, out of the other five.

The Sioux took the guns and cartridges off the dead soldiers and went to the hill on which the soldiers were, surrounded and fought them with the guns and cartridges of the dead soldiers. Had the soldiers not divided I think they would have killed many Sioux. The different soldiers [i.e., Custer's battalion] that the Sioux killed made five brave stands. Once the Sioux charged right in the midst of the different soldiers and scattered them all, fighting among the soldiers hand to hand.

One band of soldiers was in rear of the Sioux. When this band of soldiers charged, the Sioux fell back, and the Sioux and the soldiers stood facing each other. Then all the Sioux became brave and charged the soldiers. The Sioux went but a short distance before they separated and surrounded the soldiers. I could see the officers riding in front of the soldiers and hear them shooting. Now the Sioux had many killed. The soldiers killed 136 and wounded 160 Sioux. The Sioux killed all these different soldiers in the ravine.

The soldiers charged the Sioux camp farthest up the river. A short time after the different soldiers charged the village below. While the different soldiers and Sioux were fighting together the Sioux chief said, "Sioux men, go watch soldiers on the hill and prevent their joining the different soldiers." The Sioux men took the clothing off the dead and dressed themselves in it. Among the soldiers were white men who were not soldiers. The Sioux dressed in the soldiers' and white men's clothing fought the soldiers on the hill.

The banks of the Little Bighorn river were high, and the Sioux killed many of the soldiers while crossing. The soldiers on the hill dug up the ground [i.e., made earth-works], and the soldiers and Sioux fought at long range, sometimes the Sioux charging close up. The fight continued at long range until a Sioux man saw the walking soldiers coming. When the walking soldiers came near the Sioux became afraid and ran away.

[TEXT: Garrick Mallery, Picture Writing of the American Indians,
10th Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology (1893).]

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Sunday morning sleep-in - What I dream

After working 15 days straight, it's not too surprising.

Good animation on how a mechanical seal is put together. Too bad some of the picture gets screwed up on and off. Maybe it's just my craptastic laptop.

This is an older style gland seal. Good training video, even though it's in German.

We closed out yesterday with a big "Win". I had both my dayshift guys in, and I came along to help a bit too. (A very little bit)
We found a culprit that has been giving us trouble for some time now. Apparently the disc from a butterfly valve has disappeared, and was allowing water to go where it wasn't supposed to.
Where is the disc now? Good question. We spent some time yesterday asking ourselves. No one had any solid answers.
It obviously hasn't ended up in the impeller of a pump. It's a cast iron disc, if it hit one of the pumps, we'd certainly know it.
I'm betting on it (or pieces of it) sitting in the bottom of a breaker tank somewhere, and there it can rest peacefully as far as I'm concerned.

One of the advantages of a career spent traveling the world is an immune system akin to a Sherman tank.

But I've finally managed to push it too hard. I wake this morning with a sore throat and slightly swollen and tender lymph nodes under my jaw. (I've been cranking the A/C in the truck too much lately)

Sounds to me like a very good reason to not mow the lawn today.

You all have a pleasant Sunday afternoon.

AR15: Invented 50 years ago by a consummate engineer
AK47: Invented 60 years ago by wounded tank sergeant
Mosin-Nagant: Invented 117 years ago by two drunks on a budget.


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Saturday Morning Coffee #20

I checked out the Lifespan Calculator that Duke posted over at his place.

I put in all the info...the real info...not softening it or anything.
How much I smoke, drink, eat crappy foods, and how I don't always wear my seatbelt.

It says I died last year...fuck...

Fetch My Flying Monkeys - Wow. Just wow.

Found a case full of my old CDs in the closet. One of them was a Willie Nelson album called Half Nelson, a collection of duets featuring Willie with a dozen other artists.

My Favorite (The studio version was a little more dressed up, with backup singers and all, but this version is real nice.)

(I wonder if old Willie's checked out the lifespan calculator?)

Innapropriate Humor in...3...2...

Friday, June 22, 2012

Blogger sighting (with pics)

New Jovian Thunderbolt was at Lowe's yesterday.

I ran up there on my lunch-hour to pick up a few things and found his truck in the parking lot.

Too cool.
Now to try convincing the old lady we need one just like it.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Randomizer

Busy, busy, busy.

Lovin' the heat wave, and so is the plant.

Was thinking of maybe even taking this weekend off, but I'm already planning on going in Saturday morning for a bit to try to help out with some minor issues we're having.

I'm sitting on a "Floating Holiday" that I'd like to try to use around the 4th of July, that should make up for it. (If my wife is still talking to me by then)

I'm not the only one who's been going Fast & Furious at work lately.

Ha Ha, See what I did there?

I put out some nice thick-cut chops that I'm going to dice up for pork fried rice tonight.

I've been doing too many of those frozen pizza style dinners lately. My old guts can't handle that garbage as well any more.


Dear Brigid,

I had absolutely nothing to do with that.

MSgt. "Don't send the f***ing drones over my house" B


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Hump Day Hottie


He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. And he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man - I am not for him.~ Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Ladies - Please shave your pits

Ever since I first caught this story over at This Ain't Hell, I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out just which part of being stationed in Germany with the U.S. Air Force could be so tough that it would make you desert.

I know when I was over there, (First Gulf War - 1990) all those busty German women with those gahdawful unshaven armpits just made my skin crawl...the horror...The Horror!

You seem to have done pretty well for yourself, boyo.

If I was you, I'd just settle down and enjoy your life in Sweden.

Monday, June 18, 2012

The Grinder

Illegitimi non carborundum est

I've seen that on one of the blogs I read...I can't remember which one right now.

Andy commented that I need to find a different job, and sometimes I think he's right, but I feel like the weekend work I put in has helped.
We are set up for "The Big Week" this week. No more than the usual minor problems, anyway.

I wake up feeling pretty good. No need to go straight to the vitamin M bottle.

I take the dog out around 0430 and there are still a few confused fireflies roaming the back yard in the pre-dawn darkness.

I'm wearing socks, and the little bit of dew on the grass soaks into them.
Feels kinda nice, like when I used to walk in mud in my bare feet. What was I, like, twelve years old the last time I did that?

I went out and back without hitting any "land mines" the dog may have left for me. That's a win.

I check on the plant through remote access and see everything appears to be running fine this morning. The new kid is working out well.

I have decided there is no hurry to get in to work this morning. The first meeting is at 0830. I'll show up for that.

On second thought, there are lots of worse jobs I could have.

I could be a soccer goalie, for instance...

Having people kick a ball at your face as hard as they can has got to get old after a while.

Sunday, June 17, 2012


So I got it in my head to go out at sunset and film the fireflies in the backyard for you guys. (Thanks, Roberta)

Somewhere over the back hedge, a kid starts singing......the Adhan?

Wow...Talk about a blast from the past. It sounded like the Sunni version.

Yeah, and then I tried uploading the video to Blogger.

We got in a wrestling match. (Me and Blogger, not the kid who lives behind me and sings the Adhan.)

She had me pinned easy in the first round, and I ended up having to restart the computer twice just to get logged back in.
So I figure I should go for best out of three and get something posted before I'm locked out for good.

See, I made a promise to myself when I started this that, for at least the first year, I would post something every day.
As anyone who has been reading my blog can attest, this has led to an impressive amount of drivel and garbage posts.
Now I have something kinda cool to post and I end up on my fourth point of contact.

Happy F***ing Father's Day.

I've gotta get to work.

I'll e-mail the video over to Andy. He's some kind of computer wizard.

If he can get the video to post, I'll pay him 20 rounds of ammo for his "new" Enfield.


UPDATE: I figured out how to trim it down some after all. Sorry Andy...  Now I'm late for work.


Saturday, June 16, 2012

Saturday Morning Coffee #@&%

On the job again.

That whole "weekend" thing sounds like an interesting concept.

Innapropriate humor in 3...2...

I need to get into Steampunk. It sounds like such an interesting fashion genre.

Friday, June 15, 2012

The Silver Star

The Silver Star is the third highest combat decoration, after the Distinguished Service Cross and The Medal of Honor.

It is awarded for gallantry in action against an enemy of The United States.

Today, the AF COS General Norton Schwartz will posthumously award The Silver Star to Francis Gary Powers in a ceremony at the Pentagon.

Here's the article in AVWeb

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Important PSA

This one's for Tam

"Eric Holder announced that he was shocked, shocked! to find that there were leaks of classified information from the Obama administration, and he would investigate it immediately. I have no idea how the newscaster read that line with a straight face; this is like expecting the minister for Reich security in 1940s Germany to investigate the mysterious disappearance of Jews."

A Wookie-suiter of the first water

I don't have a cartoon to put you in Tam, so this video will have to do.

Video shamelessly stolen from The Constitutional Insurgent over at Libertas and Latte.

I laughed so hard I spotted.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Sh*t veterans DON'T say

Reposted from over at Endo's place.

Going to spend a couple days posting videos while I get some work done.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Smoke and Mirrors

All you hear about now is the leak thing. The talking heads bloviate at great length about what members of the president's inner circle are "leaking" classified info to the public. All the Republican pundits are crying "special prosecutor!" "special prosecutor!" 'cause buddy, let me tell you, this is serious stuff!

I'll let you all in on a little secret.

Back when I was still active duty, we had another name for the president.  It was the National Command Authority, (NCA) and he is allowed to 'declassify' anything he wants.
When someone in the military, from a homosexual PFC up to a self-important, politically inspired General, releases classified information, it's a leak. (See also: Treason)
When the president tells his Secretary of Ego Stroking to do it, it's called "authorized disclosures".

Declassifying important operational information to make yourself look like a tough-guy? Yeah, it's a shitty thing to do, but there's no law against it. (Clarification: There's no law against The Prez doing it.)
Nevertheless, much hay will be made. Many newspaper pages and 'gripping' talk-show segments will be filled with information and speculation. Eventually it will fade into the background, replaced by the next sensational non-event to come down the pipe.

I'm putting my money on "Mitt Romney offends" Nah, too easy. How about the Chinese? Yeah, that's it. "Mitt Romney offends the Chinese"
They need to show the guy as a complete boob when it comes to foreign policy. That will prove that a good head for business does not necessarily translate into a skill set fit for the presidency.
Anyway, that's just my guess. Anyone got any others? Wanna take bets?

What happened to that Fast & Furious thing?
Don't look away from the mirror, all you'll see is smoke.


Monday, June 11, 2012

The Chili-dog

Pro Tip -
Put a little mustard on the bun first....not a lot, just enough for a hint...
then add the dog, leftover chili, chopped onion and shredded cheddar.

I thought about taking a picture to post, but by that time half of the first one was gone already.

(Pro Tip #2 - If you don't have leftover chili, use some Hormel from a can. You can spread that stuff on poop and make it taste good.)

Still a lot of work to do on the budget. I'll probably have to run down to Richmond for the day.
So I'm getting an early start.

From the HuffPo:

White guilt goes bankrupt


Seems legit...

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Sunday morning sleep-in #7

I totally missed the chance to go to the fun show in Chantilly with Andy and Old NFO.
Bummer. Hope one of you guys will put up an AAR that I can drool over.

I took care of all my household chores yesterday because my FY13 budget is due Monday, and I've hardly started.
Today will be a fun-filled adventure of staring at a laptop screen and crunching numbers.

Maybe I'll start drinking early. My budget always looks better with beer.

I made a quick-and-easy crock-pot chili yesterday, and I have a confession to make.

Mrs B doesn't like onions in her chili. Can you believe that? Says they give her gas. (and she ain't lyin')

Me, I like healthy chunks of onion swimming in there, with just enough crunch left to them to add a nice texture along with the flavor.
She won't touch a pot of chili if she can see onions in it.

So I "sneak" onions into the mix. I slice them thin and throw them in while I'm browning the beef. By the time the chili's been simmering all afternoon, they've cooked down to virtually nothing, but you still get that vital flavor component in the chili.

What good is a pot of chili if you can't sit around the living room with your old lady and fart so much your daughter leaves the room in tears?


Something about that video just comes across as a little creepy.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Saturday Morning Coffee #18

Bread and Circuses.....
In a vain effort to stave off impending economic doom, the state of Maryland has decided the best solution to their problem is more casinos.

Sounds like a plan alright....
Keep the proles drunk and feeding their money (what they haven't already given to the state in taxes) into slot machines and video poker games.
They'll never notice how bad things are really getting.

A Girl and Her Gun has created quite the sensation.

She went and got a couple Boo-Boos, and the echo chamber went into overdrive. (and yes, I do appreciate the irony that, as of this posting, I'm taking my seat in that same echo chamber)

Go see the fun HERE, HERE, HERE, and HERE 

I was showing all that kerfuffle to my old lady, and she asked "Isn't that the lady you went on a 'date' with?" (She has a wicked sense of humor when it comes to me going shooting with a bunch of bloggers)

I answered "Yeah Honey. She's famous now...and I can go around telling people "I knew her back when you could punch her in the face and it was no big deal.""

My wife failed to see the humor. (I really am a funny guy. I swear.)

A map of everywhere I've traveled, color-coded as to how much time I spent there. Go make your own.

Hat Tip to New Jovian Thunderbolt

Inappropriate humor in 3...2...

Friday, June 8, 2012


My exercise regimen went too long this morning, and it's the day of the big meeting.

No time for blogging.

For Brigid

For  A Girl and Her Gun


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

June 6th, 1944

A Hungarian man named Andre Friedman went for a walk on the beach.

That's Andre (Robert Capa) on the left, and "Papa" on the right.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

RIP Richard Dawson

During all the napping excitement last weekend, I somehow missed the passing of a TV legend.

I had to beg my dad to be allowed to watch Hogan's Heroes, it being so racy and all.

Monday, June 4, 2012

My B-Movie Heaven

Edgy. I liked it.
Definitely worth digging up on Netflix. I don't know about paying a rental fee, though.

Dag Hammarskjold was quoted by one of the characters in the movie.

Talk about a blast from the past.

I had a 9th grade Social Studies teacher who was a DH fanatic. She had DH quotes on posters in her classroom.
I read a bunch of his stuff way back then, mostly because she was young and kinda hot, so I had a massive crush.
(On my Social Studies teacher...not Dag Hammarskjold.)

It is when we all play safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.

Life yields only to the conquerer. Never accept what can be gained by giving in. You will be living off stolen goods, and your muscles will atrophy.

Never for the sake of peace and quiet deny your convictions.

Do not seek Death. Death will find you. But seek the road that makes death a fulfillment.

~Dag Hammarskjold, 1905-1961, 2nd Secretary-General of the United Nations


Sunday, June 3, 2012

Sunday morning sleep-in #6

Batteries have been recharged.

I managed to spend the entire day yesterday doing not much more than laying around on the couch. I did, however, go out in the backyard a couple times to walk the dog and hang my work shirts on the line to dry.

Miss B did that hocus-pocus internets thing and got Neflix running to our TeeWee through the XBox.

I was in B-Movie heaven.

I haven't forgotten it's OC weekend. Today I will fill the Fobus paddle with the Ruger P345 or the Sig Pro and go run some errands.

NavyOne is off to see the Wizard. I left a comment to remind him to bring a deck of cards.

I began daydreaming about my old "entertainment kit" I kept packed in my A-Bag for deployments. I went down to the basement to root it out and take some pictures, but I couldn't find it.

I had a large square piece (maybe 20"x20") of fabric with a sort of checkerboard design on it. Suitable for Go, Checkers, Othello or Pente, and two large handfuls of those glass beads you use to fill a vase for decoration (about 50 each of white and black)

Throw all those beads into the center of the fabric, toss in a deck of cards, and tie the whole thing into a bundle with string.

Now you've got an entertainment kit to fill all the "Hurry up and Wait" hours during a deployment up to six months. It weighs in at no more than a pound or so, at takes up almost no room in your A-Bag.
(Pro Tip: You can make a Mancala board from the bottoms of soda cans or water bottles once you've arrived in the third-world shithole at the cutting edge of democracy in action.)

As for the cards, any aircraft maintenance monkey worth his salt knows how to play Spades. I brought this up to A1C B some time ago and got the "Dad, you're being a dinosaur again" look from him.
In this electronic age, has a good game of Spades with your buddies faded into the annals of yesteryear?

I remember now, when A1C B was home on leave last year, I took him down to the basement to root through all my old gear and offer him any bits and pieces he might want. I hope he took the entertainment kit with him, and it isn't just lost down there with the spiders somewhere.

(Pro Tip #2: When your daughter finds you down by the gun safe on Sunday morning, wearing a desert camo helmet and rooting through your old web gear and chuckling to yourself...don't try to explain. She just won't understand.)

Your Crazy Uncle passed away from cancer.

Please stop by and offer your condolences. Check out his archives, he has some great stuff in there.


Saturday, June 2, 2012

Saturday Morning Coffee #17

Wow. I really pushed it too hard this week.

Asleep on the couch by 1830 last night. Woke up this morning feeling like crap. Couldn't get the brain to work at all until after the fourth cup.

I'm going to take it easy today.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Soul Week - Friday

It's the last day of Soul Week. I'm at 'em bright and early for the final push. It's going to be a long one today.

Y'all have fun at Nancy's tomorrow.

If I get called in, (likely) I'll swing by on the way home.


Happy Birthday Nancy!