HAPPY NEW YEAR

My New Year has now gone by about 13 hours ago. It was a fun new year and now I have 4 days to kill before I have to go back to work.

I think there were people taking pictures last night so if I get any good ones I will send them to you.

Today will be a hermit day more than likely. I don't really want to leave the confines of my room other than to smoke. I do have to mop the stairs though since I am on bay orderly so I will get to that eventually. I also have to make sure that the place is not trashed.

I did not get a phone call from ST this morning... and for that I think I am almost thankful. However my Grandma called and talked to me for a few minutes but she could tell that I was not all there so that was quick.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?

http://www.tamoshanter.free-online.co.uk/Auldls.htm

I never did understand that fucking song but this explains it.

HNY,

Eddie

Eddie is in 2004

Happy 2004 Eddie. How is it there? I will try and call you Jan 1, 0800-0900 Big K time. By my clock it is Jan 1, 2004, 0022 right now.


Too bad that Hillary got delayed. Better safe than sorry.

I hope the Broncos make it to the Bowl. That would be cool. Too bad the Cowboys didn't make it. Sorry dude.

Our trip home might be interesting. There are two routes...Utah or AZ. Both are predicting lots of snow. Crap. Oh well. My parents are leaving soon to go home. Sad ST.

For our New Years here in CO we are not doing much of anything. Beck's parents get the local channels for the east coast so we are probably going to watch the ball drop in NY live then hit the sack here at 1030 or so. Maybe we will get crazy and stay up until midnight when the New Year washes over us like a tide from the east.

Hope you have a great new year and I will be chatting at you guys soon. If anyone talks to 007 tell the crack head hey from me.

See ya,

ST

Orlando Trip #3

So, guess what? I got to the airport in Orlando (364 miles away from home) and went to the Itallian Eatery they have set up there in the food court. I ordered and ate baked ziti and a slice of carrot cake. Then I busted out my notebooks and started writing sentances for Highway 9, my follow-up thriller to Solid Mud. I only wrote five sentaces when I heard:

"Paging Erik Kershner, Paging Erik Kershner. Please pick up a Page Phone and dial zero for a message. Paging Erik Kershner...."

So I wandered around until I found one of the so-called "Page Phones." I picked it up and dialed "0"...as instructed. Nothing happened.

"What a load of pucky!" I said.

There was still an hour until Hillary's flight was supposed to land, but I thought maybe she made an earlier one...you know, things change, right? So I went down to baggage claim to scout her out. No Hillary. Hmmm.

Then I heard, "Paging Erik Kershner, paging Erik Kershner...." ALL OVER AGAIN!

"SHEESH!" I exclaimed.

So I found a different Page Phone and dialed "0" once again. But this time: HARK! A ringing... and a connection to an operator. We chatted and she asked, "Do you know a young lady named Hillary?"

"I sure do, Ma'am!" I said.

"She left you a message," she paused, "she left a number for you to call her, do you have anything to write with?"

So and so and so and so, I called the number and a dude answered the phone, "¡Hola! Cangrejo Shack de Ben y lecciones que practican surf, discurso de Ben."

I was stunned. "Hello, Senor," I said (thought that was a nice touch!) "My name is Erik Kershner. Hillary Seeland left a message to call this number."

"Oh, hey, Erik, this is her brother." (weird wild stuff!)

"Oh, hey Ben."

"I'm guessing you haven't talked to Hillary yet."

"No, I haven't. What's up?"

"So you don't know anything yet, do you?"

"No....."

"There was a plane crash on St. Thomas. All flights out were cancelled. Hillary will be flying out tomorrow. She'll be taking a bus from Orlando to Panama City and will arrive there on the 1st at 6a.m."

"Holy cow!"

So I folded myself up, got back into my car, boggied on out of Orlando and on home. Made good time too. So...that was my adventure. How was your night, yall?

Peace and Love,
Erik

PS...did I catch that right? Did Eddie say something about Mind, Body, and Spirit? That was good stuff, bro.

General Order # 1

No Porn, Pork or Alcohol... that is what I (Mungo as well) lived with while in the desert. However. the only thing that was hard to get a hold of was alcohol. and even at that... if you knew Brits, you were in there.

My boys are out of the playoffs so Denver would be the one that I want to win. Fuck the Titans. (I am sure you can figure that out)

That is too funny... killing a pig... he he he... guess that settles the pork issue... ask the owners of the dogs if they are having ham on New Years... he he he.

As far as the porn.... who cares, he is not hurting anyone but his own fragile little mind. Even at that, the boy needs something in his life since he will probably be 30 before he gets some. (no offense)

I miss the thunder storms in H-town. They were always good.

Anyway... it is almost time for the new year and once again I will have no resolutions. They are fucking worthless and if you need a reason to quit or start something other than self-fulfillment it is not fucking worth it. No, I am not meaning that in a selfish way, I consider charity things to be self fulfillment... goes along with the mind, body, spirit thing.

later peeps

NFL, Pigs, Porn, Storms, and Road Trips

I have a lot to talk about, so I'll get to it.

NFL: Yes, I watched The Green Bay Packers kill the Denver Broncos. Because Denver lost, that kept Minnesota out of the play offs. Well, the cardinals beat the Vikings with no time left on the clock, so the cardinals kept the Vikings out of the play offs. Well, the Vikings lost 7 of their last 10 games...maybe the VIKINGS kept the VIKINGS out of the playoffs. My Superbowl prediction is this: New England will win every game, including the big one, by more than 10 points. I think they'll do it easily. Now, that's the NFC side of the house. AFC is a different matter. My first choice of the AFC teams left to go to the super bowl is Tennessee Titans. They got the salt to make it. However, they're sort of flaky. The second strongest team, and lately, the most consistent team is the Denver Broncos. Last week doesn't really count though, as ST said, a lot of the second stringers were playing. Jarious Jackson was in for Jake Plummer...and then J.J. was replaced by some other QB that sucked just as much. Griffen took the load from Clinton Portis and did sensational, but then again...as Beck knows, the Broncos have always had a very strong back field. Shannon Sharp was also out, and that sent a lot more passes to the first string tight end (one of the only 1st stringer stars that played) Ed McCaffrey. Wait a minute. I'm a Chargers fan...I'm not supposed to know anything about the Broncos...let alone pick them to reach the super bowl... But they're only my 2nd AFC choice. I think they'll have to beat the Titans to do it, and that might prove challenging. Okay. Next subject.

Pigs: When I was talking to Hillary and she heard the first of the screams, she freaked out. Bad. I didn't know what was happening. She just sounded suddenly afraid and was making little eeping sounds. I got a sick feeling in my stomach when I asked, "What's wrong, Hillary?" and she said, "They're killing him..." in a very weak scared voice. When I realized it was a pig I was very relieved. Girls...they know how to scare ya, don't they?

Porn: I would just keep it to yourself. Didn't you look at that garbage when you were 15? Maybe not on the internet, but surely, you peeped it when ever you had a chance. I didn't, but I have sheltered myself from a lot in life, not just porn.

Storms: Storms a-brewin' in Colorado, huh? Check it out check it out check it out check it out--Today was a beautiful day. No clouds in the sky, a very light breeze, 73 degrees. Just perfect, you know? While I was on the phone with my mother tonight, I began to hear a strange noise outside. I didn't really pay it no mind...and then I went out side. DOWNPOUR, baby!! Water water everywhere! I couldn't believe it. I had only been indoors for 30 minutes. When I had gone inside it was dark, but that's because it's night time. That's what happens at nighttime. I did not expect a monsoon! Nope nope nope nope nope! And then the thunder and lightning came. I was on top of the world. Warm rain, warm wind, bright flashes of lightning, and thunder that sounded like a bag of drums being dropped from 20,000 ft. Amazing. It was all lovely. I caught the news and they said that tomorrow it will be right back to where it was earlier today and will remain so for at least the next five days. And that is lovely news...and it carries me into my next topic.

Road Trips: Tomorrow, at approx 1300, I will leave Callaway, FL and make my way to Orlando, FL for the third time in the last two weeks. It's a long drive, yas yes, yas, but- it's worth it. Hillary is coming back to me and that is marvelous. She said we were going to have Christmas together...and then later that day, we'd have New Years. She said it kinda sexy like-- and that's all I'm going to say about that. (Okay, I'll be really embarrassed if she reads this, somehow.) So, you didn't hear it from me....ya, that ought to cover me.

Okay, I'm done now.
Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: R.E.M. - "Country Feedback" (live from ROAD MOVIE)

I Love Hillary

Hillary rocks since she doesn't like Ashley T! Sweet.

I am jelous that I don't have a wild pig being killed outside my window! Crap! I want dead pigs outside my window too!


ST dreaming of dead pigs outside the window.

Colorado Update

Life is good. I am sick of almost passing out from just climbing the stairs! At 9,500 feet it doesn't take much to make me exhausted, literally. Everytime I walk up the stairs I just about fall over. I have been told that it can take a month to get used to it.

Our Denver trip was a lot of fun. I got to see Mile High stadium and Coors Field. We also went to the Broncos training fields but no one was home exept the players cars. The players were getting their asses handed to them by the Packers in Green Bay. That's okay though since we are already in the playoffs. Almost no first string players were on the field because they need to be healthy for the playoff game against the Colts (we beat the Colts last time we played them).

Today we just cruised around CO Springs and looked in some shops and crap like that. Mellow day. I don't know what is on tap for tomorrow but I am sure that I will enjoy it.

We may pack up and come home a day or two early due to storms that are supposed to move in and dump snow in a few of the cities that we pass through on the way home. I will keep you updated.


ST breathing hard (from the altitude!)

History

My little 15 year old brother obviously does not know about the history function in Internet Explorer. I have checked out the history for the past week since we have been using my laptop for internet access. I found links to more porn sites than I can count.

Well, at least it isn't gay porn.....

Should I make fun of him? Nah. That could scar him and he might start looking at gay porn!

Some Funny Sentences About Marriage

Some Funny Sentences About Marriage

Ashley Tatman

You guys will like this. Last night, at midnight, Hillary called me from St. John Island. We were talking about funny answering machine messages and I told her that when I got home from Tim's last night there were three messages from Ashley Tatman. Hillary said, "Well, don't you think you should call her? It sounds like she needs to talk to you." So I told Hillary all about Ashley. All the BS, everything. Hillary said, "No...don't call her. I don't think I like her much. Don't call her." I said to her, "Hillary, Eddie and Mike will simply LOVE you."

Also, while we were jawjacking, two chained up monster dogs killed a wild pig outside her window. The squeeling was insane.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Pink Floyd - "Let There Be More light"

Callsigns

Top Rock, Hydra, Backdraft, Scarab, Gangster, Demon, KMart, Bedrock, and whatever the one in Jordan was...that's 10 for Mungo. Not controlling, but, hey, who cares? Weapons SUCKS! JK.

In the last four days, your beloved Mungo has consumed an entire GALLON of egg nog.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Road Trip

How about Houston?? There is a lot to do there. Dallas is nice too, but I don't know where anything is in Dallas, but if you went to Houston I could probably tell you what you are looking for.

So here is something I have thought interesting...

Top Rock, Hard Rock, Whetstone, Backdraft, Sideshow, Kremlin, Airedale, and Absolut. I have used all of these callsigns at one point or another in the 4 years I have been controling. I don't know which one was the most fun though. Probably Kremlin. Any guesses on where Kremlin is??

Outtie

Eddie

G Series

I wish I was going to do something as fun as visiting Denver. When Hillary returns to Florida, we'll have 8 or 9 days together and I want to take her somewhere more interesting than Callaway. Maybe New York City...that wouldn't be crazy or anything. Who knows.

I've been practicing a few of my songs a lot lately. I'm about ready to record them on my G-Series Takamine accoustic guitar. I'm going to make a music video for it too!. Yep. And it's going to rule.

Now--I'm going to drive all over the place and take pictures of my new Sock Monkey in fun places...catching him in the act of defiling nature...and other things.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: American Analog Set "The Kindness of Strangers"

Denver

Well, it's Sunday morning and we are going to head out to Denver for the day. I am sure that we will have a fun time. Updates to follow.

Yesterday we went to Cave of the Winds and looked at a bunch of caverns. It was fun walking through all the caves and caverns. We proceeded to check out some Indian cliff dwellings. The Indian stuff was cool stuff. Seeing how the Indians actually lived in the cliffs was very educational. We also went out to the Air Force academy. I have been there before but my family wanted to see it so off we went. It was closed to visitors but with my handy dandy active duty military ID we were in business!

Mungo, your propane story is some funny crap! I am dying! How are things going with you and Hillary?

Eddie, dude, I am sorry to hear about your Pops. What is the deal? (email me)

Not too much else to say at the moment. I have to go and eat some breakfast before my adventure.

ST freezing his butt off (-3 outside right now).

One adventurous weekend

This weekend was really fun for the most part... but back to work tommorow. I went to Seoul and saw the War Museum. That was really cool. Did you know that there were over 5 million Americans sent to the Korean War? I was impressed by that amount. Canada sent roughly 3300 or so and 1/3 of them either died or were injured. They need to learn how to fight.

Damn Mungo, I went and got propane filled one time by a retarded guy and he was very quick and didn't almost kill us. Man you gotta love Wewa's best.

Dude, I just finished reading your blog again for like the 4th time and I am about to drop on the floor laughing. That is too frickin funny.

Went out again last night, and the thing of not trying to drink has basically just been thrown out the window. Fuck it. Of course having bad news being dumped on my lap doesn't exactly make things easier. Just found out on X-Mas that my dad is having some really bad health problems. I hate Korea for this reason. I am too fucking far away to just take a few days of leave and go see people.

No worries though, I have made it through worse shit, this is just another one of those things that is made to make a person stronger and hate the military more.

I am sitting here staring at the screen now and don't have anything else to say so I guess that means to stop blogging.

Dueces Bros

Propane

Tim and I went to the Fam Camp to fill the propane tank. The crazy fat woman that did the service for us was...shall we say...incompetent. Yes, that's it. When she started to fill the tank and clouds of propane began to escape from the seal, the woman was heard to mumble, "Oh my! Why, that's never happened to me before." and "Mumble mumble it's in my eyes mumble mumble I can't see mumble mumble where's that screwdriver?" And then, after 2 minutes of watching the propane thunderstorm gather around us, the woman dropped the metal screwdriver onto the metal floor, right beside the tank...causing Tim and I to flinch with a certain fear of imminent doom. Luckily there were no sparks and we live to tell the story. The last quote I'll leave you with was muttered by the fat woman as she handed the tank to Tim: "Careful, it's all wet."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Super Retard

I am a super retard. I can't believe I forgot my passwords. I thought that I had them backed up on my laptop but I was dead wrong. I finally figured it out.

Thanks for covering for me, Eddie.

Trip was good. Total of 14 hours with an hour lunch break. Ashlee was amazing. I have the laptop rigged to watch DVD's. I bought a little thingy for to broadcast the sound on a FM station so I can listen to the movie on the truck stereo since the laptop speakers suck. The laptop fits perfectly between the front seats so Ash can see it perfectly. Put in Blues Clues and Shrek...life is good.

Christmas was fun. I got neat crap! Flight Sim 4 with all the planes from the Wright Flyer until now. Cool. Also got Vice City driving game. I got a bunch of other neat stuff too but I won't bore you guys with it. It didn't snow here on the 25th but the 26th was snowy white.

It is hard to breathe here at 9,500 feet.

Uh oh, my Dad and father in-law are starting to talk about politics...bad news. I have to go ref. I will get on here again now that I can!

ST out.

ST being a retard

ST was going to blog until he remembered that he forgot his password to get in and Blog. Idiot. But here are some things from him...

He made it to CO fine and the trip went well with the Kid not even really crying. All good there, because I know what it is like to have a screaming kid in the back of a car for a long while.

Basically not much else other than he is having fun and forgot all of his passwords. Dumbass.

Anyway, Chrismas is over here and has been for roughly 12 hours. It was a pretty good Christmas. We ate like pigs. We had ham, turkey, yams, baked beans, stuffing, and more. Needless to say, I felt like I was going to have to be rolled out of the room.

After dinner, I got spanked in football on the PS2. I lost 35-17. We hung around for a while, then decided to go out. Curfew was 12 am so we couldn't be out for too long and we were starting to cut it a wee bit close (i.e. 2 min before 12)

We had a good time though. Even Kev went out with us, which is very suprising since he never really goes out for a drink. There was a LtCol's daughter with us last night. She is visiting from Idaho. no worries, she is 21 and she is HOT.

Flirted with her for a while, then the group of us headed over to my room. 9 people being obnoxious and stupid. One of the chicks could not wait for AJ to get out of the shower to go to the bathroom so she just went in there and did her thing. Did I mention we have a clear shower curtain? yup, so everyone got a show. man, I thought he was going to kill me, but he took it quite well and then hung with us for a while.

By the way, The Lt Col's daughter is Kev's CC's daughter. he he he... she was wearing a blue thong. It was nice.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a good X-Mas and stuff. Did anyone call L for her B-Day?? I did, but I am supposed to.

Later peeps.

Writing EPRs on Christmas Day

I did two things today...and today is Christmas.

#1 THING: Found the bridge used in the filming of "The Truman Show." Took pictures there.

#2 THING: Went to work and wrote two EPRs. One of them SrA Parker's (Eddie knows who that is), and the other EPR was my own. I just got back to my apartment after 5 hours of painful writing alone in a brightly dead office. Flouresent lights breed hostility.

Merry Christmas.
Happy Chanukah/Hanukkah.
Good Kwanzaa.
Blessed Yule.

Oh, hell! Happy Holidays!!!! (unless otherwise prohibited by law).

Raking Leaves on Christmas Eve

My duty hours for today were: 0745 - 1200. Today is Christmas Eve and our squadron was on minimum manning. Most people were just required to sign in and leave. The Chief sent everyone in the building around on details. Mopping, sweeping, vacuuming, picking up cigarette butts, raking leaves, sweeping sidewalks, and the works. I had to do it too, which is no problem, except that I'm trying to finish two EPRs that are due in the first week of January. One of them is mine, one of them is SrA Parker's. So we all finish up on details around 10 and I get to work on my computer. As soon as I open up the form to start typing, Lt Col Cote (sq CC) comes in and releases everyone for the day. I think to myself, "Wonderful! Peace and quiet to do my work alone." But then he made me leave too. He didn't care that I was busy, he wanted me out of work on Christmas Eve. He would not let me stay. So what am I doing? I'm working on two EPR's at home instead of at work...where I'd much rather be right now.

Merry.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

The lights

Kick ass photos of the lights... however, us camping was still the most amazing thing I have ever seen as far as the lights go.

Sounds like you and H are having a good time. this is good news to hear. Although, if she turns out to be another Ashley, we will have to beat her. But I doubt that will happen. This is good.

Luigi Begies.... I love that place. Cheap food that is good too. Didn't I introduce you to that place? that place just rocks.

As far as the driving thing... Dude, I am less inclined now to drive all over the US to see people. One of those "how bout you fuckers come here and visit me once in a while" things. I will end up driving all over the place anyway when I get back to the US, but I think I will limit it to MN and IL. Anyone from Houston can go up there and see me and L. I am debating flying from Vegas to MN with L, it would be so much easier.

by the way Mungo... where the hell has your sister been? I have not seen her on yahoo messenger in like 8 months. Well, If you go up there tell her I said "hey"

It is my kids B-Day today... well my today as I am typing this, but not her today until about 6 more hours. I woke up in a panic this morning because I thought that I was going to miss calling her on her B-Day. Go figure, It has not even happened for her yet, so now I have to wait at least 16 hours until I call her. I hate this much of a time difference.

Eddie waiting to call his kid....

The Aurora Page

The Aurora Page - Photographs by Jan Curtis - Page 1

Very Very Cool Pictures, Guys!

The First Half of Hillary

Bros,
Hillary and I found fun things to do. We went walking around downtown (the Harrison parts) where things are fine and fresh. The library is there...where we read across from each other for an hour...the Java is there...where we shared a scone and drank soy lattes and hot tea...Books by the Sea is there....were we escaped without spending too much money...harbor is there...where we explored and read the names of all the boats...the park is there were we admired the old men sleeping in the sun, and the post-pranked fountain filled with suds...
We went down to Mexico Beach to eat at a beach restraunt: Toucans. But it was closed. Will not be open until Dec. 29th. So we drove to Panama City to Luigi Begies (almost 40 miles away) and ate itallian. No beach experiance there, but she will return on Dec 30th. Hillary and I will be spending our New Years Eve together alone on the winter beaches of white-sands-Florida with warm blankets and a bottle of Ravenswood Merlot. We're going to the hidden "East Crooked Island" beach. That is the best beach in all the world, the Virgin Islands can't come close.
Hillary and I briefly discussed driving up to Osage making stops in Olathe and Ames along the way. IF IF IF IF IF IF (I repeat: IF) we do it, we'll begin the drive 1 Jan 04 and be back in Callaway 6 Jan 04. The next day we'd have to drive to Orlando, and I'd return with an empty car after saying good bye. That's what is making us weary about going to Iowa. All the driving. I've already driven nearly 1,600 miles this week! But we'll see. I'd love to see family and introduce this girl to my family. We'll just have to see.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Mail Call

I went to the post office today and picked up my 2 yes TWO packages. One was from LtCol Mike. That was pretty cool. The other was from Super Turtle sending my shit that I had left at his house.

I like getting mail that is not bills or someone saying your car is being repoed. LOL...

I also got my OIF coin from the insurance company. I was definately impressed with the quality. Not some shitty coin that some cheap bastard makes into a Mx coin.

Where the hell is everyone????

I know ST is trying to get ready to go to CO, but where is the Mungo-nator and the Double Bubbles? I have a guess what Mungo is doing, but OO, you have no excuse. No your wife beating you for even looking at the blog is no excuse. Just do it while she is sleeping.

"Here's the mail, it never fails. When it comes I wag my tail. It makes me want to wail MAIL." Blues Clues Mail song

Who says kids shows don't have good songs. he he.

ST and Blog

You'll write before you get to CO... it's Crack for you. Right now you are looking at national wireless services so you can blog while you drive. Resistance is futile.

All dried up...

I took some meds to get rid of my runny nose and now I am like sand in the desert! Better than a runny nose.

I just got done watching the Broncos whoop up on the Colts. This win lets the Broncos go to the playoffs! Yeah, Broncos!

It is 2100 and I have to get ready for bed since I have an 11 hour day all by myself. Nope, I won't see anyone else the whole time I am there. and we are actually shut down so there isn't any work to do except watch TV or read. Fun.

I also have to spend all my free time getting ready for the trip not too mention I have to wrap all of Beck's gifts before we leave. Too much to do. I am sure that the next blog will be when I get to CO and have some time maybe on Christmas day.

If I don't talk to you guys before Christmas then you all have a great one and I hope that Santy Claus brings all you bad boys what you want.

See ya...

ST out

Fitness Test

I just finished a fitness pre-test. I scored an 80.25. This is good. It means that I will pass when the test actually happens as long as I do as well or better. The 1.5 mile run kinda sucked though. 14:07, not the greatest, but at least I completed it.

Gotta run. Shower, food, work.

Eddie

In the land of "not quite right"

So kev and I went around town today looking for a pool cue. found one. got one. After that we went to eat. Terriyaki Chicken. Good stuff. After that, I went and ordered flight suit patches and then went home.

Not a real exciting day, but still a decent one.

Anyway... Damn I want that bike. If for no other reason than to say "My bike has all wheel drive, my balls are bigger than yours"

The pepsi incident is just plain funny only because I have been in that situation too many times. I have the drinking problem at usually the most in-oportune moments. Talking to a hot chick, trying to be cool, and then shit just goes south when you dump a drink down your shirt. It is even worse when you have a huge gulp in your mouth and someone says something funny and you 1. spray all over the place 2. choke on the shit or 3. blow it out your nose trying to prevent 1 or 2.

Dallas Stars are playing right now and Dallas is winning 2 to 1 agains the Tampa Bay Lightning.

A Christina Aguilara comercial just came on too... damn that is a hot biatch.

Very suprising to have a decent commercial over here. Most of them are AFRTS commercials where it is propoganda about the military or safety shit. I hate the commercials. Sometimes they have cool history ones.

I have often wondered about the phrase "fuck me running." I try to picture this and usually have problems. Do you realize that you would really have to be running at the exact same pace to do this, not to mention the geometry involved. Wow, the stupid shit that runns through our heads....

I have to be at work tommorow at 1030 or morlike at the gym at that time. Work actually starts at 1200. We are generally at work about 6 hours a day and do about 1 to 2 hours of actual work during that. Other times we play scrabble or just sit there and bullshit.

On another note, finance fucked up my pay and shorted me around $300 for the Jan 1 paycheck. Needless to say, this kinda fucks me because that is when my child support is due. Hopefully my travel pay will hit and I won't have to worry about it.

I can't wait to get the fuck out of this BS. People always say that I will not get out. I say "Fuck you Jobu."

I need a soda... brb...

I am back now, not that y'all noticed the difference.

After the gym tommorow I have to go and check my mail. Someone said I had mail on Friday and I have just been to lazy to walk the mile to the post office. Yes I am serious, the post office is on the far side of base and the only time I am near there is when I am at the gym.

This has been a long blog for me and I am very supprised that I actually typed this much. most of it, however, is stupid shit. But hey, what else is the blog for than to share with friends.

Out of curiosity, has anyone ever seen our blog as one that is on the list of "noted blogs?"

Eddie wondering about useless shit

Two wheel drive mountain bike!

RUBICON AWD

Damn, dude.

Getting My Blog On

I feel like getting my blog on. Well, I almost wore that damn shirt with the Pepsi on it to Applebees but I caught myself at the last minute. While on the subject of Pepsi... The waiter at Applebees thought Beck and I were nuts when we kept telling him that the diet Pepsi that we ordered was actually regular Pepsi. He swore that he got it from the diet fountain but we said that there was no way it was diet. He finally went back for the 3rd time to get more and came back about 6 minutes later smiling. "You guys are good. The lines were connected wrong in the back. Sorry about that." We just laughed since he was so nice about it the whole time.

That was our adventure for the day...lunch at Applebees.

It is 1406 and I need to get to wrapping Christmas gifts and getting everything ready to road trippy.

Mungo, How is Hillary's visit going? Hope you guys are having fun.

ST out

Well hell Fred...

I don't even know someone named Fred!

I got up this lovely Sat morning at 0630 and ran to Wally World to get oil and a filter for the truck. Of course, they only had 3 quarts and I need 6! Bought what they had then stopped at the Wally near base to get the rest. Proceeded to change the oil on my beast and check it out for the trip ahead.

Yes, F'ing the F'ers would be time consuming. mlm <----interesting.

Well, fuck me running! I just now spilled Pepsi all down the front of my shirt! Crapola. Luckily it was my dirty shirt from changing my oil. Maybe I will change it or maybe I will just wear the damn thing all day! At least I didn't get it on the keyboard! That would suck.

Yes, I really wish that Bubbles would get into the blogging spirit and see how much fun it is. It will be sad when the book is made and there is no entry from him in here. Oh well, as someone else said...."Fuck the Fucking Fuckers!"

Okay, this Pepsi on my shirt is making me cold. I will go change now.

ST out

Advice: When drinking Pepsi from a can make sure it goes in your mouth and NOT on your shirt. Seems to work better that way.

F the F'ing F'ers

I got to hear ST's truck over the phone while he woke up the neighbors today... which would be yesterday to y'all. Sounds cool even over the phone.

Anyway, Mungo, I say it quicker because my vocabulary is limited and mostly just comprises cuss words. Therefor, I am unable to make anything last a long time.... to include marriage... he he he...

ST, I appologize about the recent die down of the blogger, but you have to understand that fucking the fuckers is time consuming and we must use large amounts of time stuffing a telephone pole up there fucking ass.

Oh boy, I cant wait to see this in print next year.

DUECES mlm (supposed to be the middle finger)

MY bad day

Guys,
You know what? Eddie has a bad day and describes it in a paragraph. I had a bad day today and it took me an entire hour to tell Hillary about it.
That's right, an hour.
That's also right, HILLARY.
Hillary is cooking. We're both drinking wine. And we're both listening to 12 versions of Brown Eyed Girl. The awsomist....hey, I'd love to tell you more about it, but we're about to eat some wonderful food and then get shitty. I have this to look forward to...and I've been thinking about this moment since 0800.
EDDIE: The jist of my hour long rampade story was this--fuck the fucking fuckers...we have something in common...and so far away.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Shaggy "Brown Eyed Girl"

Vroom Vroom!

Vroom Vroom goes my truck! Boy, I said Vroom Vroom beeeatch! I have been wanting to get a performance muffler installed on my truck since I bought the damn thing. Well, today Beck said to do it. I did. My baby is mean and loud, now! Yeah, baby. It sounds so bad ass.

Eddie, did you think that anything would change from your last two bases? Just keep your shit to yourself and don't hang with any airmen! I think you are seeing the main reason that NCO's are supposed to "keep to themselves".

For all the shit I deal with at work I am sure glad that we don't have any Airmen running around like little pansy ass babies. Dude, just start reading books, messing around on your computer, whacking off more, watching TV, go to school, or some crap. It will help you save money anyway.

Good luck and keep us posted.

ST out

Too cold

So last night the "feels like" tem was 6 degrees. Some people in my squadron were saying "Lets go out" Eddies reply "Go fornicate yourself" except more vulgar language.

So get this... there I was... This one punk ass airman is trying to stir shit up at work about me. She said that I told her to "Back the fuck off" at the X-Mas party. Didn't happen, the person riding in the cab with me said it. So she told AJ, the roommate, and AJ came and talked to me. So I went up to the chick, and asked why did she say that I said something I didn't say? apparently this was too aggressive, because she went up to the SMSgt in the squadron and said that I had approached her and was really mean or something. The Senior went to AJ and told him to make sure I stayed in line. AJ talked to me and then I started to get pissed off. Didn't do anything just let it slide... mostly. my supervisor was gone so I talked to my flight sup and briefed him on the situation for the "Just in case" factor.

This does it my friends.... FUCK THE AIR FORCE!!! I have 2 years left and that is it. I am tired of the nitpicky bullshit and the kinder gentler mother fuckers that can't handle being told when they are wrong and have to mutha fuckin' cry about it. I would rather be a cop where at least I get accused of good shit like abuse of a guy that is 6'4" and 250lbs saying I kicked the shit out of him. I am tired of the political bullshit that if you can't handle something where you just straight up skip the chain of command and tell the highest ranker mother fucker you can find so that you can feel good about yourself. Incompetance is at its peak here folks, and these whiney, punk ass, little fuckers can all go and fuck themselves. Fuck the fucking fuckers.

Eddie out now happier.

Back in action

I am pretty much back in action. I still have the crud or whatever it is but I feel almost 100% today. I went to work and everything.

I have noticed that the blogging action has died down a little bit. I am starting to get lonely...I have to go get a tissue to wipe the tears off the keyboard.

ST out

Flight Med Status

I went to the Tricare office in the hospital today and changed my status to flight medicine. They didn't even ask for my ID or any paperwork. Took 2 minutes and I was done. Sweet.

Trailer is now back on base in storage. After towing it around town I want to go camping!

ST out

Still sick

My sickness has taken over my whole body now. I called work and said that I wasn't going to be in today. I also called the hospital to try and get an appointment but they were all full (big surprise there!).

I did find out that I can get switched over to flight med. I will have to go up to base and do that today sometime. That will be so damn nice.

Trailer is in the shop getting a leak fixed. It should be ready today sometime. I am going to try to go to the hospital when I take my trailer back up there (RV storage is near the hospital). That way I can kill two birds with one stone.

Speaking of Christmas parties. I blew off the Commander's party, our office party AND the big work party that everyone stayed over for. I have a feeling that the people I work with think that I am not a team player....hmm...I'M NOT! At least as far as work parties go.

My headache has subsided so I can at least function to a certain extent. Still feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest and I am coughing up nuclear green shit. Maybe I won't go to work tomorrow either. I will have to see how I feel.

ST out (more like passed out).

PS. Eddie, I fixed the damn "Q" for you! Happy now?

been too long

It has been to long since my last blog fix. more than 3 entries means too long and there have been 11!!! What the hell is that?

Anyway... Squadron X-Mas party last night. Show up, drink, drink, raffle drawings, drink, eat, drink, raffle drawings, raffle drawings, drink, raffle drawings (too many friggin raffles) drink, high ranking people talk, drink, dance, drink, smile for pictures, drink, dance the "Cotton Eye Joe," drink, socialize, drink, challenge someone to a "control off," drink, talk shit, drink, socialize, drink, have one more drink for the road, go eat. Drinking stopped, the amount of times you see "drink" is the amount that I drank prior to this sentence.

I had way too much and 0930 showtime for work came way too quickly. I have a problem. However.... all those drinks totalled up to a whopping $22.75. Booze is cheap here.

I am almost tired of drinking because I can not recover like I used to and it is too fucking painful in the mornings. but enough about drinking.... it makes me want to vomit thinking about it.

Mungo, sounds like you have a very busy schedule ahead of you.

ST, the "Q" is capitalized... remember.... big fuckin Q???

Bubbles, did your wife beat you for getting on the blog again?

I am not looking forward to X-Mas eve. I am very bummed that I will miss L's B-day. I doesn't really matter that much about missing Christmas with people because I am not a huge fan of holidays in the first place. I have not been for about 10 years. They annoy me.

Who the hell would want to know what is on your monitor at any given time anyway? some people are just too damn nozy.

Have fun in CO.

I have run out of things to say.... too tired

Eddie countin' sheep

TechTV | Dark Tip: Van Eck Phreaking

TechTV | Dark Tip: Van Eck Phreaking

Oh shit, there goes the neighborhood.

Sick

I'm sick. Being sick sucks the big bo bo. Well, at least I am getting it out of the way now BEFORE our CO trip.

"Hand me my NyQuil"


ST out

The next 48 hours:

11:40 (Now) Blogging my eyes out. I have left work for the day due to illness. I'm sick. Of work.
12:00 Beging final stages of cleaning the appt
15:00 Finish all cleaning
15:01 Sleep
21:00 Awake
21:30 Get on the road, drive to Orlando
06:37 (Eastern) Greet Hillary at the airport...attemp over come akwardness with a quickness
07:00 Get back on road, return to Callaway
14:00 Arrive home. Sleep.
19:45 Awake, pick up Timmy, drive to Regency 11
20:30 Opening credits to Return of the King.
23:30 End credits, drop Timmy off, return to Bay Front Apartments
24:00 Bed.
05:00 Become very angry at alarm, dress for work
11:44 (48 hrs from now) Rue my life, suffer, pray for it all to end, wonder what hell has been happening to me. Drag some serious ass.

A new level

My addiction has gone to the next level. http://www.superturtle.blogspot.com/ is now my new home page in IE. Google used to be my homie page but since I can now search Google from the Google toolbar I don't need it.

What is happening to me?

ST out

The Scroll

"The scroll, the scroll.
The buttin, the buttin.
The scroll is so smooth,
like the butter on the muffin!"

--Strongbad

Caffine

Compy 386!!

This is super awsome.

Brain Spinning...

My brain is spinning around in my head. Spinning and spinning. Around and around it goes. Also, my eyes feel awfully poppy right now. They might just jump out of my head and dance a jig on the desk in front of me. I wouldn't be able to watch it, of course, because I would have no eyes! How crazy is that? To have your eyes dancing a jig and you can't even watch!

Don't tell anyone but last night...I heard my eyes talking to each other. Yep. I don't think that they know I was listening though. From what I can gather, I think they may be conspiring about something. I haven't figured out exactly what yet but I will soon. And when I do they better hope I keep my temper under control or I might just poke them out and kick them down the street! That will teach them to conspire like that! I just might do it.

I don't really know why my eyes would want to conspire against me. I have always taken care of them and never watched any gay porn or weird shit like that. I just don't get it. Maybe they are unhappy with the view on the back of my eyelids. Do you think I should put some pretty pictures back there for them to look at while I am sleeping or blinking? Would that make them happy? What kind of pictures should I put back there?

If I were an eye I think that I would like to look at some bright and happy colors. You know, I could put a different picture behind each lid so they will have something to talk about during their idle time. There are many possibilities here that I must explore before I make a decision about what to tatoo on the inside of my eyelids!

ST out

Haunted Mansion

Well, I think that Beck and I are going to try go see the new movie, "The Haunted Mansion" tonight. We still have to see if Amy will watch the kid for us though. I don't go in to work until around 1400 tomorrow so I have to try and stay up late tonight.


TODAY IN HISTORY: Dec 15
-1791: Bill of Rights becomes law
-1966: Walt Disney dies
-1939: Gone With the Wind premieres in Atlanta


That is all....

ST out

Almost Sleepy Time

It is 2100 and I must shower and get ready to sleep. I should order up some dreams to get me through the night. Relaxing ones would be nice. Yep, I think that I will just have to do that.


Mungo,
Did you come up with the "landslide" poem? I like it. Beck says that she likes it too.


Run, Eddie, run! <-- in the style of Forest Gump.


0400 is creeping up on me. I should use my time wisely and shave the hair from my face.

ST out

Advice: Put your socks on THEN your shoes. It seems to work better that way but don't ask me why.

landslide

i'm pacing the landslide
i'm spacing the scapegoats
racing the bore tide
and cleaning my rain coat

The First flight workout

I just finished running doing pushups and situps and stretching. It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. However, this may have something to do with the fact that I have to walk every where here.

Anyway.... gotta go to work

Eddie off to control

Wake Up Redemption

After posting my last blog I put in an R.E.M. concert video (Tour Film) and laid down to go to sleep. I did fall asleep. The video tape ended, rewinded, and the VCR blinked off and ABC appeared on the screen...the volume at a low level. This did not wake me up. But several hours later, deep into my sleep, I began to dream the sound of many voices yelling in the most intense fashion I have ever heard. It was insane.

When I woke up, the news of Saddam's capture was breaking. I watched for 30 minutes, my face must have been like stone.

Mungo

Google Toolbar

Google Toolbar

I just installed the Google toolbar and it is the bomb. Check it out. The main reason I got it was to stop pop ups...it works and has lots of other cool features like being able to just click a button and blog from any site you are on! Sweet. An even easier way to mainline.

Christmas is getting closer

This Christmas is not like past ones at all. We have not been in the mood to decorate or even get a tree. No, we are not Scrooges or anything of that sort. Although, it could easily be taken that way if you walked in to our home.

What is really different about this Christmas is that we are driving to Colorado for the last two weeks of the year. Knowing that we won't be here has just taken the desire to decorate and be festive and thrown it in the trash receptacle. We are bubbling over with excitement about going to CO!

I refuse to put up ANY Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving even though I think the stores are starting in July now or some crap like that. After Thanksgiving this year We decided not to get a tree since we wouldn't be here on Christmas morning to enjoy it and thus it's sole purpose would never be fulfilled. That would be a sad end to the life of a Christmas Tree, don't you think? So, no tree. We did, however, put up a few little things around the house but it just doesn't feel like Christmas unless you have moved half of the furniture around to fit the damn tree!

Now, I am stressing trying to make sure that we have the gifts for our parents finished in time! We bought a couple of really old windows that had the paint falling off and were just plain nasty. One has three panes and the other, just two. I sanded and cleaned the crap out of the three pane...or should I say three pain? At any rate, Beck and I then painted it and did the "crackle" technique on it so the top coat of paint is cracked all over and you can see the bottom color. I just finished painting it this very morning. Our plan is to go to Michael's and get some more glass cut to the same size as the existing stuff then put pictures of Ashlee and some dried flowers between the glass. Our parents will then have a three (or two) picture frame that they can hang on the wall! Unique, don't you think? I will have to get to work on sanding and painting the other one since I only have a week to go. WOW!

I will take pictures of how they turn out and post them so you can see what the hell I am talking about.


TODAY IN HISTORY: Dec 14
-1799 George Washington dies at Mount Vernon
-1947 Stock Car Racing Organized
-2003 Saddam Hussein is captured in Iraq


ST signing off.

Sip 'n' Cue (Part 2)

"Welcome Double O!" I hope you have found the time to read EVERY single thing the rest of us have written. You better.

So there I was..."Where were you?" I was sitting on my couch thinking really hard about cleaning...the next best thing to ACTUALLY cleaning. Probably better. Anywho, Tim timmy called me. Timmy is my best friend down here. He was hungry. We went to Firehouse and I had a Corned Beef samich. Wonderful. Then we went to Goodwill and I bought chairs. The chairs could be on the cover of a book entitled "The History of Linolium Houses." One of them is in bad need of a duct tape job. On the way back to my apartment to drop off the chairs, Timmy slamed on the breaks of his new Durango and said, "I'VE NEVER BEEN THERE!" I didn't ask, I simpley waited. We pulled into a parking spot infront of Toe Jams. THE hole in the wall of hole in the walls. Thus started the tour of of bars we had never been to before. Which are few and far between. I've been here for nearly two years and Timmy's going on five years. But we found some. Toe Jams, The Watering Hole, Genes, Side Pocket, and then to the old familiarity of the Sip 'n' Cue. Which is where we ending the drinking/pool playing. We started drinking at 4 p.m. and ended about 50 minutes ago (3 a.m.) Insane crazy. To end the night we (that is, me, Timmy, and Bill Coe) decided a little McDonalds was in order. To make a long story short...it was a fiasco. We started off with a little humor, it turned into war. War between us and the Micky D's guy. Bill Coe is amazing when it comes to drive-thru humor. Totally histerical. I'm just glad I'm not eating any of the food we got (after 20 minutes....AT THE FRIGGING WINDOW!!!!!!!) I am tired so tired yes I am. It is 3:58 a.m. Certainly time to call it off for the day...night...morning...what ev.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

"We live as we dream alone
We break the spell and mix it with the others."

Song of the day: R.E.M. "World Leader Pretend" (live from "Tour Film")

Let's All Welcome 007

"Welcome 007!"

We hope you enjoy blogging with us here and that you gleen some valuable insight into our messed up minds. Feel free to share with the group whenever you wish. We think that you will find it very theraputic and fun.

Again, welcome. Make yourself at home.


ST falling off the wagon...

Hello, my name is Double O

i would like to introduce myself. I am Double O. I am new to the blog and would like to say "HELLO". I hope you will like me and am pleased to be posting on this fantastic new concept of "Blogger". I hope each and everyone on this here blog will grow to like me and feel free to respond with anything you can. I love all of you and hope to talk more. I want each and everyone of you and hope to be more closer in each and every way.

sincerely,

Double O

shit

Poop

The book and Dialog

Feel free to use whatever you want out of here for publishing... ST and Mungo only... all others have no copyright authority and will be flogged if used without written permission by myself, ST or Mungo.

I like the idea of the coffee table book... however... I dont think anything should be edited. We all know what we are really like and so can everyone else. If it is profane then oh well.

I got drunk last night and had a damn good time. One of my old troops from Mt Home asked me to dance with her and did some unexpected things with her boyfriend not 15 feet away. no fluid swap or clothes coming off... but still very interesting. Regardless, it was fun and I enjoyed it but told her I didn't want to end up in a fight with her boy. She said she didn't care, but she was drunk and so was I... bad combo... bad things happen that way.

It was still fun even when her hand went down my pants an hour later. Yes it really did happen and it made me very nervous. I think I have been out of the swing of things for too long. Well, nothing like jumping in like that.

Thanks for shipping the stuff ST.

ST and I are talking to Bubbles and trying to get him hooked... probably with little success.

Outie

Well shit.

I just wrote a huge, long post and accidently deleted it before I published it! Son of a &#$@^!!!! Well, here is a summary.

Party was good.

Mungo, take what you like and do with it whatever you like.

Next year for Christmas I am going to have all of this blog printed at Kinko's and make into a sort of coffee table book for each of us. I will work out the details later. It could be a yearly tradition and we could have volumes or something. Only people that contribute to the addiction will get a copy. You don't contribute to the addiction, you don't get the high. End of story.

I think I said some other profound shit but oh well. I have to go mail Eddie's crap to him in K. If I don't do it today he might send a hit man after my ass.

ST kicking his own ass out the door.

Advice: Don't ever quote Chris Rock's skit about tossing salad when you are hanging out with a bunch of ex-cons. They won't see the the humor.

Request

I'm working on my book, right? I'm bad at making dialoge sound like other people. You know what I mean? All my charactors talk like I do. You see how that could be a problem, right? So, my request is this: There are several clever little quipits of writing on here that I would like to steal from you, MAY I DO SO?

For example: "...is probably in the full swing of things at the party, showing his eyelids to people..."
For example: "...I will post more soon just because I like the feel of the needle in my arm..."

--please consider...Mungo

Sip 'n' Cue

Last night was the first night in MONTHS that I have gone out. I went to the Sip 'n' Cue with some people from work. (Kelly Burke, Kekay, Maria Duany, Thomas, Moore, Cheeno) Everyone had an insane week this week. Just hard and nuts for everyone. The funny thing is, that the badness in each of our respective weeks was completely unrelated to anyone else's. Different variables in each of our experiments...so to speak. Is there such a thing as collective karma? Dunno.

Anyway, we shot some pool, drank a few beers (seriously, just a few, none of us really drink that much) and then we went to the Waffle House for "waffle waffle waffle waffle!" And it was so.

Now I'm thinking this: I have until Wednesday to have my apartment in presentable order. I am a total slob. This weekend should give me enough time, right? Well, it's already noon on this cloudy 62 degree Saturday in Florida...so I ought to get moving on. I'm sure I'll be checking this again soon though.

Eddie: King Diamond is too weird for me. I'm listening to their song "Let it be done." Weird! I'd give you strange looks too.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

MY song of the day: Milencolin "No Cigar"

MPF Yesterday

female - "Do you have your ration card?"
male - "My ration card?"
female - "Sir, Can I see your ID?"
male - "My ID?"

This just makes you realize people are stupid. Answering questions with the question they were asked.

This is the 6th time I have checked the Blogger today... We need to get OO hooked too.

I think AJ thinks I am weird... I am listening to music and he gave me a strange look.

Oh.... What am I listening to??? King Diamond... I guess that tells about the look.

Fixin to go for dinner with Kev. We are going to eat Lumpa or however the hell you spell it.

Lates

"The Plan keeps coming up again
And the Plan means nothing stays the same
But the Plan won't accomplish anything
If it's not implemented.

Like it's always been....

It makes me think of everyone
and the cause of this is evident
but the remedy can not be found
because it's so well hidden."

--Eddie...you want to talk to Hillary? Oh shit. Okay. She'll be here around 2 p.m. on Thursday. You'll have all weekend...

--ST...how was the party? Did you shake it like a poloroid picture?

I don't have much to say. It was nice talking to Eddie today, always good to talk to the bros. Ya? Ya. My right ear hurts like a sexy MF.

You see what you've done? You've got me blogging with nothing to say. See what you've done? I've seen better days...like, alchohic stupors are easier to deal with than this blog.

"What is it, Sir?"
"Well, maboy, see that little 'b' on the top of the pill here?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That's how they mark these drugs. It's Blogger for sure. Pure too, if I had to guess. These people are all fucked up."
"You're a hell of a detective, Sir."
"I know, Charlie."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Built to Spill - "The Plan"

About to party on...

I am just about to leave to go and get nuts at the party...wife if calling me now....


ST Party Man

Zone Alarm and Christmas Parties

My squadron Chrismas party is next Wednesday. It should be fun.

As far as the firewalls... I also use a router and zone alarm. I don't trust anyone and they are all out to get me. That is why I own a small arsenal in the states. However, that does not do me much good here.

I just talked to L and she was drinking apple juice... I think the apple juice got more attention, but she still found the time to say "I love you Daddy."

Always good things to hear.

By the way it is 10am sat morning here and ST is probably in the full swing of things at the party showing his eyelids to people while he studies the inside of them in a corner. Or he is making smart ass comments and Beck is saying "Dear!!" in the way that only Beck says it.

I think we are going out tonight but I am not sure. There was something about someones going away party, but I don't really know the chick and don't really give a damn. So, we will see.

By the way tell the Lt Col to fucking write me back.

ST in CO with no blogger... that could be bad.... seems like it is time to bust out the laptop and install AOL for the trial and then cancel it when you get back. It is like smoking, booze and dirty women.... you just can't drop it like that.

Still have not paid for a juicey yet... and I dont consider the 1000 wan as paying for a juicey... It is less than a dollar and she was "dancing" at a pole on a stage. But jiggling her titties would have been fun, but Eddie resisted because he is not that desperate....yet.

ST, Send me the # you are going to be at in CO.

Mungo, let me know when H gets there so I can call and let her know what your real friends are like. he he he..... :)

OO7, just fuckin blog man... everybody is doing it.

Zip Lip

Firewall

I was just reviewing the network security on the 5 computers running in my house. This reminded me to remind you about firewalls.

Here it is in simple terms. If you have a cable modem and are not running a firewall of some kind such as Zone Alarm or a router then you are stupid. Yep, I will tell you to your face that you are stupid. People can EASILY find your computer and steal shit on it. Just like leaving you car unlocked in Harlem overnight.

Zone Alarm is an award winning TOTALLY FREE firewall! If you aren't behind a router then get Zone Alarm from www.zonelabs.com It is simple to use and won't bog your computer down. I use it and a router.

For more info on security read here: www.grc.com It will scare you to learn how easy it is to get on your computer from the internet!

ST hiding out

Advice: I think this whole blog entry was good advice!

It's Friday

I have to go to Beck's office party tonight and I don't want to go. The only thing that was going to make it bearable was that Dave (Eddie knows him) was going to be there with Jean but now he may be a no show. I am going to be so damn bored now! CRAP!

I just got an email from Lt Col Mike (was in AK now in CO, I don't want to use his name here). He wanted my mailing address so I am assuming that he is sending something for Christmas. Nice guy. I asked him to send me his # so we can get together while we are in CO and say hi.

Wow, only one week until we leave! Woo hoo! I don't think that I am going to have any internet for the whole two weeks I am gone so don't get all worried about little me. I will write as soon as I get back. I am sure that I will have a novella to write.

Well, the snow didn't accumulate at at the casa but the mountains right behind us got tons! We are going to have to take the dog and Ashlee up to play in the snow.

I will probably be back to write more after the party to share my pain. See ya.

ST slinking off...

Advice of the day: Never walk around the hood at night wearing a white hood and yelling racial slurs. This could be bad!

The Frequency of Hell

Real quick: ST--You say you've seen snow in Vegas once before, maybe twice. So this time would make it twice, maybe thrice... Hell freezes over quite a lot, huh?

Mungo (tired after a 14.5 hour day)

Song of the Day: Patti Smith "Blue Poles"

vIVa LaS veGaS

Well, the let's plan for early Sep. I am feeling good about this.

Eddie,
I think you might want to just look around at what other jobs are out there with good bennies. It would be nice to have a stable job where you can stay with L more and not worry about the next war or deployment or TDY or...who knows!

Mungo,
Right now you are pretty set no matter what you do. There isn't much holding you in or pulling you out so you can go either way. Look around and see what is out there. You might just find something cool as well.

Me...well, Beck and I have even discussed me staying in. I don't think it will happen though.

Maybe we should all go work up in Seattle and be in the Guard. No deployments, no wars, no hassles. Just lot's of clouds and rain. I am going to look into it because I think it would be worth the trade off for the stability and still keep military bennies and retirement.

Well, guys, hell has frozen over. Yep, it is snowing on my house here in Vegas. Yes, snow. That is wicked nuts! I have only seen snow here in Vegas once or maybe twice. It's not sticking but all the rain that we have been getting here has now turned to snow and it is falling faster! If it accumulates I will snap some pics and post them but I don't think it will.

I am sure that I will post more soon just because I like the feel of the needle in my arm, you know?

ST sledding off

Better Mood

I am in a better mood this morning. I am sitting here listening to Rush and fixin to go to work. Unfortunately it will be another day of briefing hell.

Not much else going on right now though. Tonight there is a callsign party. I however, am not on it because I am not Qualified yet. Why do they think that you need a new callsign everywhere you go? Fuck it. Oh, Rob Zombie is on now.

Well.... gots to run.

Dueces

Eddie

Typing from work

Yep. I did it. I wrote two award packages, four feedbacks, did 5 OJT briefings, scheduled 5 newbees for ALL their inprocessing appointments, scheduled 150 hours of sim, sat two missions, and other random things all in the last 24 hours. I'm not complaining or bragging, not at all. I'm just saying that I am VERY happy that I'm back to normal. Now, today will be a beautiful 14 hour work day, but hey. No biggie.

Vegas. Beautiful. I will be getting out of the Air Force and my last official duty day will be 01Sep04. I remember when that seemed a long ways off! Now it's just right around the corner, huh? Just about 8 1/2 months off. Ya baby! But it still is awfully temping to just say, "Screw it," raise my right hand and wait for all that cash to roll in. Moneys would make things a lot easier right now, but it's not worth 14 more years. I say 14 because if I reenlist once, that's it. I'm in for 20.

8.5 months,
Mungo

Vegas

I think I can do the Vegas thing. I just have to sign up for my mid-tour sometime soon to be able to get it. I will do that tommorow.

Well dudes, I am beginning to re-think re-enlisting because of the recent findings and some of the past findings. No I don't really want to, but the reason is not selfish. I guess that means I will actually have to start studying for Tech.

I am bummed that I am nowhere near home with my kid, and yet again that is a reason to get the hell out.

Other than that, things are going fine. Work is work and the dorms are dorms.

Truth is... I don't know what the fuck I am going to do and I just felt like rambling.

I just watched a movie with Kev. "John Q" good movie. If you get the chance you should watch it. It is about a guy who takes a hospital hostage to get a heart transplant for his son. Some fucked up things though.

Anyway, did Bubbles say if he was ever going to Blog or did his wife have his nutz?

Later Bros

Eddie

Bros Meeting in Vegas!

Well, I am chatting with Bubbles this very moment. We have been talking about us all getting together next year. 007 is serious as a heart attack about it. We are thinking that Vegas is a good place to meet since he has never been here and no one was too thrilled about the air races in reno. Reno is kinda boring by itself anyway. Yeah, I have been there.

Is this okay with everyone? We can stay at my house and use that as a base of operations. We can go camping in Utah, go to California and maybe even hit Mexico if the money is holding out. How does 10 days sound? That is the max Bubbles can take. I figue Eddie can take his mid-tour and stay in Vegas for 10 days then spend the rest of his time with L in Idaho or Houston or what ever. Mungo, we don't quite know where you will be! Will you be in or will you get out? Will you be able to make it? How about early Sep?

It is looking like this is really going to happen if everyone agrees. What do you think!

ST surfing off

the Http://www2.abercrombie.com/ link on the previous post is laced with a porn download.
thanks mike.
i have been having massive problems with my computer because of laced links sent by friends. as a matter of fact, my present problem is with my internet explorer home page. for some ungodly reason, my home page keeps getting reset to www.fastsearch.something... and its anoying. just to let everyone know

Abercrombie and Dumbass

Here is the email that I fired off to Abercrombie and Fitch about there use of full nudity in there most recent catalog. While I am for nudity as much as the next guy I don't think it should be used to sell clothing by a company that caters mostly to 12-18 year olds! Since I have become a parent this type of thing has really been getting to me.

EVERYONE SHOULD GO TO THE ABERCROMBIE WEB SITE AND EMAIL THEM YOUR THOUGHTS! TELL YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY AS WELL! Their site is: http://www2.abercrombie.com/

Since a national boycott was launched about a month and a half ago their stock is down more than 15%! That is hitting them where it hurts! Below is the letter....

To whom it may concern,
I would like to express my outrage with the current clothing catalog for your company. It is no wonder that it was pulled and is no longer being distributed. Using nudity to sell to kids is deplorable!

I will not be shopping at A&F until the company cleans up it's image. As a member of the United States Armed Services I will be letting everyone that I know including the base news paper about your ridiculous gimmicks to try and make money and ask them not to shop with your company.

Even the very front page of the A&F web site has a man and woman making out and there is not one stitch of clothing visible! A&F does sell clothing, correct?

Sad....

Ex-customer,
Michael ******

Pu-Tang Cheese Sticks

Pu-Tang and Cheese sticks...That made me laugh out loud! Thanks guys.

Needless to say, I was so excited to see new posts on the blog action! Yeah for blog. What a strange addiction.

I worked last night but got to sleep in the chair for over 5 hours so I am wide awake this morning. I got home and kissed the wife and kid but then took a different route than I had planned on in an earlier blog post. I some how got in the mood the fix the two sinks in the master-bath. You see, having a wife with long hair tends to clog just about every damn drain in the house! I took the "P" traps off and cleaned out enough hair to make a wig! That took me about 30 min...30 stinky ass minutes. But now the sinks drain like all the knowledge from my head.

I then came to check my email. I got an email from my Aunt Bobbie in Houston telling me that her daughter (my cousin, duh) got a couple of ferrets for Christmas and was wanting to know what she needs to do to take care of them. HA! The email I wrote took me over 35 minutes to write. I told her all about EVERYTHING she would need to know about ferrets. All the work, cleaning, attention, vet bills, supplies, biting, stealing, jumping, pooping, hiding, bathing, nail clipping....on and on I went. I did, of course, tell her that they are the best pets to own if you are willing to put in the time and effort it takes to own one. I can't wait to get her response. I know she was thinking that it would be like taking care of a hamster or something like that. They aren't home much and I don't know if they are willing to put in at least 4 hours a day into watching ferrets run around acting the fool. I will let you know what happens.

Maybe Double Bubble is the smart one by not getting addicted to the blog action! You think? Nah! I think that Julie has him tied to the couch and trained as her personal sex slave! That sounds more like it.

Yes, we need to get online and chatty chat. Now with the whole Big K time difference Eddie needs to tell us a good time for him. I don't think that Thur chat time will work. 1900 Vegas = 2200 FL = noon Big K = 1800 AK Eddie will be at work unless he gets time for lunch. From what I am coming up with one of us will be at work or asleep all the time! Rats!

I tried calling you, Eddie, during my overnight but it was about 0800 in the K. I will be working reg shift tomorrow (your Fri) so I will call you around 0500-0600 or so. I hate to wake you up but I can't call much later since I have to go home from work soon after that and you know that I can't just stay at work to chat with you.

ST tunneling out....

3/4 addicts

So, I guess only Doubles is unafflicted by the addiction of the blog. Huh? Who knew?

Eddie, I'll be looking forward to meeting up with you on line. I've got some news too. Hope you're enjoying the Big K. That reminds me of K-Mart. I'm sorry you have to be away from your daughter, I can't imagine, of course, what that would be like, but I know how much you love her.

Okay, boys, I have to go to work now. It's getting on to be that time, ya? My awar packages are due in 5 hours. I haven't even started one of them. Last night sucked ass. And today I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and went to the gym. I feel better now.

Mungo

Song of the day: American Hi-Fi "Safer on the Outside"

No cheese in the pocket

There was nothing that happened today so far of any relative interest, but I decided to add to Mikes addiction by writing something anyway.

I sat through 5 hours of briefings today (0700-1200.) Bunch of long winded people talking about crap that the last person and the person prior to them talked about. It was hard to stay awake and there was no coffee available.

I think I officially go into training on the 15th, which should be a cakewalk assuming I know the difference between pyonyang and pu-tang or something to that matter.

As far as what I need to talk to y'all about, it has nothing to do with MJ or the new station casino in LV. Just stuff that I don't want to put on the blog.

its nap time for me.

Eddie

My Day

I'd like to start this blog off with a two line conversation I over heard at work that kept me laughing (and on the positive side of sanity) all day.

"I'm hungry"
"I have some cheese sticks in my pocket."

That's it. Hillarious stuff there.
Okay, so my day started yesterday. I didn't sleep for a single second last night. Could not do it. Seriously. My mind is too busy for all this. So I get to work and whaddya know, the two weeks I thought I had to write two quarterly award packages has now been cut down to 1 day. Yep. I had all day to write two packages. Oh ya, and four feedbacks, five initial OJT briefs, a dental appointment, a mobility appointment, two live missions, and 18 cheese eatting airmen running around. Did I finish the packages? Hell no. So, I brought them home. Home! "Home" is usually a term I regard with much revrence. It signals the end of shitty days. It's the second click of the stop watch. ...."and....TIME!" Punch out. Strip off the uniform. Surf the net. Read a book. Listen to things. Home is a good word. But it is meaningless on this day...a day that I need to hit the pause (or reset) button and wind down, drink some nyquill, and go to sleep. But, oh my brothers, no. I have two packages to finish before I get to work tomorrow. Oh ya, and an ALS graduationn to attend in one hour. The program tonight is 2.5 hours and I will get home at a quarter to 9.

I can't explain further how tired I am. Or how much I hate my job right now.

But at least I had this:
"I'm hungry"
"I have some cheese sticks in my pocket."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Built to Spill "In Your Mind"

Almost Work Time

I must get ready to go to work. Eddie is probably about to get up from a night's slumber. Wipe that drool off your mouth and start the coffee pot. Get in the shower and wash the stink away.

I will be working from about 1500 until 0100. I will then sleep in the recliner that we have in the office until I have to be awake again at 0400. I will then work until 0630 at which time I will proceed home. Once I get home I will kiss my wife and baby girl. I will then promptly go into my office and check this blog.

You see...I think I am sort of addicted to the blog thing. Perhaps it is the fact that we can communicate with each other but not have to send emails back and forth to each other then make sure to send copies to the others. Maybe it is just the fact that I feel like we aren't so far away from each other. Hell, now we are all over the world! I check the blog before I go to bed. I check it soon after I get home from work. I would check it before work as well but since I get up at 0400 and am out the door by 0410 I don't really have the time. On the weekend I check it several times a day (usually just when I get a chance to get on the computer. Yes, guys, I am an addict. I wonder if they have a 12 step program for me? Oh, hell....I don't need no stinking 12 steps!

I am really looking forward to seeing all the neat things that Eddie has to say about the big K. I am sure that he will have adventures to share with us. He now has a digital camera so I am looking forward to seeing what he sees.

ST floating away...

Well damn boys....

I go to bed at 2230 my time and there is nothing on the blog. I get up at 0930 and get on here at 1000 and there are books to read! Cool beans.

Mungo,
Very well written. I am impressed...really. I will have to read it a couple of more times. Warm field singing songs of your youth with your wife? Nice. I could do that. As far as getting out of the AF goes, just get a job at the post office. You can go on your route delivering mail and listen to music all day. Military get in easier as well. I tell everyone to get a job with the post office. I think that is my back up job if I don't find something that I really like when I get out.


Eddie,
Live ammo? Funny shit. I would have just turned it over to the Military Cops. Let me know what happens with that. Now, what do you mean depressing news? Michael Jackson is guilty? Don't tell me that because I don't think I could handle it right now! He would NEVER touch a little child! AAHHHH! Okay, so what is the deal? I will try and call you today which is Tue here and Wed there. So I will call into the future! I will be getting to work late today because I have to stay up all night for missions. I would have called you yesterday but the shop wanted to have a damn meeting and I barely caught the ride home. It will be about 0800 for you when I call and you might not be home but I will be at work all night so I may catch you. Hope all is well.


I would like to write something to 007 as well but I don't think he likes us anymore. And to think, he wants to plan a trip next Sep? Yeah, I don't think that will happen. He doesn't even talk to us anymore. Oh well. Still love the Bubbles.

See yall...

ST blasting off...

Back in Action

I am back on the blogger Gents.

I am now officially writing from the Big K. It is funny that we call it the Big K yet Osan is small enough to walk anywhere and get there within about 5-7 minutes or less.

There is snow on the fucking ground. I got here and it was fucking raining. The weather is just plain going to suck while I am here, and I have acknowledged that.

Well, work is going fine, mainly because I have yet to actually work. Just in-processing crap.

On the other hand... all of my stuff got here. It was nice to see everyting again and more than what I expected...

THIS WAS BAD!!!!!

So, I am going through my stuff... set up computer... set up PS2... put clothes away... all normal stuff so far... Start digging through the other boxes with extranious shit in it... guess what I find??? 1 hydroshock for my .45 and a box of ammo for my .380.

Needless to say, I called customs after debating with someone why it would be a bad idea to just throw it in the trash. (yes, I was on the sane side of that one) Customs has yet to call back. Though I did leave my name, rank and #. Kind of odd... live ammo, and they don't call back... must have been the end of the duty day.

I know quite a few people here that I have met throughout my career. Many of which I had worked with at Tyndall while TDY down there.

I miss my kid.

not a whole lot going on other than that... however, I do want to get both of you online with me at the same time so I can tell y'all something. No, I am not getting married. It is actually more depressing news.

You my Dawgs,

Eddie.

Inane Questions, Harebrained Ponderances, and Irrational-Nonsensical hypothetical

So many factors are unknown to me about my future. In the unwritten book of my life, the one that exists in some untapped ESP resource in my mind, I am lost in the plot. I don't know if I'm half way through, if I'm a quarter read, or if I'm one page-turn away from a two letter phrase in bold: THE END. Who knows where we are on our own timeline. Not I, said Mungo. Not I, indeed.

Suppose this: I will live a long heathy life and die at the age of 87. A good day to die, somewhere, perhaps, in a warm field with my old wife singing the songs of our youth, rejoicing our youths and our long happy lives together. Let's just suppose that. And say that each week of my life was a single page in that book. Certainly a long book. 4,524 pages...or so. Likely printed in a leather bound, nine-volume, collector's set. That is the most I could possible hope for. The best end to a life I could envision is just that. And we'll say, for the sake of the blogger (and my continued happiness in general) that it does come to that. I would be on page 1200, or there abouts, and can look back on so many pages with so many feelings cropping up. So many beautiful friends, so many sad times overcome, so many happy times remembered twice as strong. And from where my book mark lies today, I can say this: Thank you, oh my hommies, for providing so many of those good pages their vast upheavals of beatitude. Thank you.

But now, suppose this: I live to the age of 87 still, but instead of weekly pages, the book of my life progresses only when I do. I advance the plot by my actions and activities only. What page am I on now? Maybe page 800. Not too shabby. And this, oh my brothers, is where I find the root of my questions. The source from which all doubt and fear come into play. How many more pages will I write? Will I keep on? Or will my book, still 63 years from completion, take only 100 pages more to complete? Will I grow stale, enfeebled, and lax? Or will I take hold of myself, make far-reaching advancements towards pure bliss, and life a life of expansive adventures? Where will my personal narrative lead me?

I am faced with overt life altering decisions now, at the age of 24. I, as you all know, am federated in the United States Air Force. The contract binding me to service is due to expire in less than one year. Eight months, two weeks, and six days...to be exact. To stay in will guarantee two things:

1. The peace of mind of stability. I will never have to worry about remaining employed. I will never have to worry about how I will make all those "Next Month's"...

2. I will delay the inevitability that one day I will have to face my number one weakness: My unwillingness to pull free of a lackadaisical state of mind that has been with me my whole life and has (and shall continue to) agglomerate my dreadful fear of the future.

If I chose to separate myself from military service, there are no guarantees. Not even the seemingly logical guarantee that I will face my chickenheartedness to face what is to come. Not even that. This is the choice I am leaning towards, and that choice fills my daily thoughts with enormous misgivings. What will I do with myself? What is on the next page of that book? I have no idea. Now, being the sole author of that book, I have found inspiration and sought advice from outside sources...and have included them heavily in the reference sections along with making those sources critical roles of my own life. I would not be where I am without my friends and my family and the book of Erik Kershner would be a shit read without ya'll. And it is now you that I turn to. I cannot turn the next page without first finishing the one I am on now, so I turn to you. I put down my pen and turn to you all for advice, encouragement, and maybe the right word combinations to put my mind back on track.

Because right now, my mind is not on the right track. It is 1:25 ahoy I got off the couch at 1 ahoy because I could not sleep. I have been lying awake with ruminations and dreams of winning the fucking lottery. It's up to 32 million dollars here in Florida. I cannot stop giving attention to this head trip. Of course, it's natural of me to be in this state. I'm in a position where my worst fears are on the horizon...and winning the jackpot would be an instant and easy way around this hideous confrontation.

Hokay, I'm done.
Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day - The Velvet Underground "Stephanie Says"
--this comes as a highly recommended download

TSO

Trans Siberian Orchestra. Just got back from the concert and it was absolutely amazing. This year blew last year away! Lasers, flames, smoke, hot chicks, it actually snowed on the audience (yes, it did)....oh yeah, amazing music. If you ever get the chance to see them...GO!

Coaxer it is.

Eddie should be on here within the week. He is getting DSL hooked up or he might just share DSL with his suite-mate.



ST signing off.

Phone.

ST: I think we have already named my phone. Not Stanley, no. But: THE COAXER. I think so. Perfect.

ALL: I talked to Double O after I talked to ST. Then I went to sleep. Hillary called me at 4 a.m. That made me happy, I had been wanting to talk to her all day! I was asleep when she called and she had to get to bed so our phone conversation didn't last long. But she's going to call again on Wednesday. She finishes with her finals on Tuesday. I can't wait to talk to her. On Wednesday we talk about "The Thing With The Thing."

EDDIE: Happy days in Korea! I have your digits.

DOUBLE O: Send those pictures, brother!

K

K is for Korea. Eddie made it to K. His suite-mate is AJ, TSgt Johnson (ID tech in AK when we were there). Eddie says it is raining there...yuck.

K is 17 hours ahead of NV. 16 ahead of AK. 20 ahead of FL. I called Eddie at noon on Fri here in Vegas and woke him up at 5am on Sat. Odd. I asked how tomorrow is looking so I have a heads up.

Well, Mungo, have you named your coaxer? I thought about it and Stanley isn't a good name. Odd how it seemed good at the time but then after sleeping on it (the idea, not the coaxer) it doesn't seem as good. Oh well, I hope he is standing guard over you and keeping you coaxed.

2309

Yes, 2,309. That is the number of how many mp3's I have on my computer. That's 7.9Gb. Ya! Rock style.

"How Tired Am I?"

sooooooooooooooooooooooo tired.

6:02 a.m.

Coaxer, yes, Stanley? Humdum.
Today is going to be a busy day. I had to get a lot of sleep for today...I did that part last night. I heard a Super Turtle speaking to me in my dream, but didn't realize that it had come to me from my answering machine. Not until this morning at least.
I want to stay here, at the blog, and chitty titty chat about this an mibby that, but it's time to forego the 71.8 degree F of the indoors and venture into the wet damn darkdamp 58.1 degree F of the out. The out of mind, the out of doors.

Peace from the east,
Mungo

Song of the Day: Mogwai - "I Know You Are, But What Am I?"

Mungo's new coaxer...

Congratulations on the new phone! You say that he is a coaxer? What kind of things has he coaxed you into doing? Is it the motivational type or the mischief type?

I am sure that you are comforted by the way it stands guard over your abode. It's eagerness to serve you at a moments notice. Exhilarating!

Does your new compadre have a name? I don't know why but Stanley sounds like a good name for you to consider.

I think that I will call you right this moment! Yeah, that is exactly what I am going to do! Here I go!

ST signing off...

Back to the grind.

Thanksgiving is over, done and gone. Eddie was here for two weeks and now he too is gone. This week is the first full week that I will have worked in over a month. For now it is work as normal and life as normal. Being back to the same old same old kind of leaves me with a sad and empty feeling inside. Wow, can you image what it will be like after Jan 1, 2004 when the whole holiday season is over?

On the bright side we are going to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra this coming Saturday. We have tickets for the front row so we should have a great time. Of course the joy of the concert will be off set by the "commander's function" that Beck and I have to go to the same day. I don't want to go but it is one of those things where you should make an appearance. Oh well, I will make the best of it and keep looking forward to the concert later that night.

Our trip to Colorado is coming up in almost exactly 3 weeks. I am excited to see my family and go skiing in the mighty Rockies! Woo hoo. What are all of you freaks doing for Christmas? When I say all of you freaks I guess I am only referring to Mungo since Eddie will be in Korea and 007 never posts on here anyway because he never has anything to say. Or isn't allowed to.

Eddie is in the air right now heading over to the big K. I hope the trip is going well for you Eddie. If not then don't complain to me because I don't want to hear your bitchin.

ST signing off...

A blog worth reading...

Every now and then I like to click on one of the 10 most recently updated blogs located on the left side of blogger.com.

Well, about a minute ago I clicked on 3 or 4 and didn't find too much that interested me. The last one that I clicked on was a winner. The blog was so well written and interesting! I only read 4 of the person's posts before I had the urge to come and share my findings with you guys. Check it out.

http://yetzul.blogspot.com/

ST - out

Every Tide Soaked Load Will Go Through The Wash Equally, Willingly, Pleasantly

It is 1351 on this lovely monday afternoon. I am at home. I have a mission at 2300hrs. That kicks buttocks. That means I'll only be at work for the length of one mission and I wont' have to go in tomorrow until noon! That is totally the wicked awsomist. I bought a new phone. I had to. I have horrible luck with TELAphonies. Phoney Balogna! I now own a black, yellow, and gray vtech 2.4 gig phone and it stands proudly over my laundery baskets and book shelves. He's a coaxer. The phone is my apartment's very own motivational speaker.

Happy to hear you two had a good road trip. I was going to go on a trip this break. But decided not to. I was going to go to Birmingham and take pictures of high high bluffs and cliffs. It's weird to see them.

Capes and Limbs,
Mungo (de Bungalow)

Song of the Day: The Strokes - "12:51"