Changes

611th ACS is now 176 ACS
A04 is now Hill 3265, TPS-77, mobile RADAR, YR1
Air Traffic Control Beacon Interogator version 5 is now ATC-BI 6
Elmendorf AFB is now Mungo Rules AFB
CC Confrence room is now DOT
DOA, DOB, DOC are now DOG (Grizzly) and DOR (Raven)
F-15E is now the G-88 Mungonator
the Q93 is now the Hugonought
The Ceiling is the Floor (vice versa)
Active Duty is the Active Pooty
Drill Status Guardsmen (DSG) now stands for Doing Something Gross (DSG)
Mungo, it seems, however, is still Mungo

My training is coming along just fine. There were four DSG members already in the unit that had applied for the three Air Guard Reserve active jobs. Last night one of the DSG SSgt's evened the odds by getting himself thrown in jail. Looks like my chances for getting hired are pretty much sinched. Ha! There is a problem however, there always is. Before I can be either put on temporary AGR orders or picked up for a full time AGR position in the ACS, I must have my World-Wide DEPLORABLE statement. In order for that, I need to be off the Class Three Dental list. In order for me to get off that fucking list, I have to have a root canal. To have the root canal I must either have insurance and a little cash, or a shit-ton of cash. I have neither at this time. I do not have cash because I am not working full time. I cannot work full time because I don't have the cash for my root canal. The real bitch of it is that my tooth (#13) doesn't hurt at all, not even when I chomp on ice or red hot pennies. I believe someone named Joseph Heller once wrote a book about the military in these terms. His masterpiece was entitled, CATCH 22.

I'm off to read myself to sleep. Not Catch 22, however. Nay, I will be reading the last few pages of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix! Hazah!

I love you both, see ya, see ya,
Mungo

Song of the day: Neutral Milk Hotel - "Song Against Sex"

PS, Tonight while my car was warming up (because it is 14 degrees F out there) someone broke into my car and stole my 40 favorite CDs in the brand new wooden case I bought. I was pissed and screaming as I investigated the intruder's footsteps in the freshly fallen snow. I could clearly see his approach and departure paths and where the foot prints ended near fresh tire tracks make a three point turn and escape from my parking lot. But I guess it was my fault for leaving the car unlocked and running in the first place. I was lured in by the 'safe' neighborhood. I arrived at VI on Spenard to visit ZZ as she worked and I told her the tale. She was relieved that the CAR wasn't stolen. I saw her point. Then she said, "That sucks though, the CD's were in the living room last night, too bad you didn't leave them there." I said, "I didn't move them." She said, "You're so stupid. They're in the house." Later, when I arrived home, I saw that, yes, the CD's were safe on the coffee table, gently lit by the blue lamp in the corner.