Two Weeks Out

ST and Eddie (STEDDIE, STEADY),

GCI sucks the big ones! My internet has been down since the day after Thanksgiving and tonight is my first time on the Blog.

ST: What a crazy set of Thanksgiving adventures! I'm happy/thankful/relieved/surprised that nobody was hurt. I'm also jealous that you get to travel around so much.

EDDIE: How do you go from "I think I'll do the Christmas Spirit thing this year" to "Fuck it, being a scrooge is mo-betta!" ?? Send me a Christmas card, I love them! Send me your address on my e-mail and I'll send you one too. Maybe even some Moose-Poop Christmas Tree orniments. But as I recall, there are not very many Douglas Furs in your neck of the woods.

That guy, Roxann's roommate that hates the military, James, went another step further into the asshole cave. The Leroy's group was at Reily's (the bar on Fireweed that used to be called Chechako's) for Jamie's going away/birthday party. She's a cabbie friend who's 38 and moving to Hawaii. James was there with Roxann and I was the last to show up (had to drop ZZ at Leroy's) and I sat at a table with everyone. I was half way through my 2nd rum-n-coke and told everyone that the rum was already in my head, surprised and pleased at what a light-weight I have become. Roxann joked and said, "You were in the military for HOW LONG and you still can't hold your booze?" I replied laughing, "Six years!" Then James, who had no idea I was/am in the military asked, "You were in the military?" I said, "Six years!" He asked, "Which branch?" I said, "The Air Force." He said, "Oh, so, you took the pussy way out."

Now, I'm sure that's got everyone just about as pissed off as I was. But I was at a birthday party for someone I'd likely never see again and I didn't want to start anything, so with great difficulty, I let it go. James, however, didn't. He seemed a little disappointed that so harsh a statement seemed to float so easily past me so he pushed a little harder. "Ya, unless you're a pilot you don't ever see shit in the Air Force. Or special forces, even then, Air Force special forces are basically like the whimpiest Army guys anyway, so not really even then." This time I said nothing because flashbacks were too quickly and hotly flooding my brain for me to respond. He went on, "I'm not saying you're a pussy, but people only join the Air Force if they're pussies and too affraid to see any action." At this point my friend Gordon, who had been eyeing me nervously, tried to calm the waters by saying, "Actually, James, I think the Air Force does go out... a lot too." James took a sip of his drink and laughed at him saying, "What would you know about it?"

I got my wits about me, considered my words carefully and then exploded, "What does HE know about it? James, what would YOU know about it? Have you ever been in the military? Have you ever known anyone personally who has deployed? NO! Because if you had there is no way in hell you'd talk like this! YOU are the PUSSY for talking SHIT about people you have no guts to stand beside. As for me, I've been there. I spent a good several months doing things I'd rather not share with everyone. I've had friends deploy. Right now, one of my best friends, who happens to be one of the fiercest patriots I have ever known, is in the desert, and it's not his first time there. I wonder what he'd say if you told HIM that the only reason he joined the Air Force is because he was some great big pussy who didn't want to go to war. You don't know James. You don't know shit about the military, the War in Iraq, the people fighting in it, or the people around you. Keep your mouth shut because I don't want to have to shut it for you!"

(Okay, I didn't actually say the last sentance, but I would have if I had thought about it.) Anyway, that pretty much silenced James for the rest of the night, and surprisingly, I hadn't spoiled the mood of the party, probably because everyone was feeling pretty toasty in the corner of a small bar with their favorite drinks in front of them.

In other news, I went to the gym today. First time working out in months... we'll see if I can keep it up.

ZZ and I went to see "The Chronicals of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" on opening night. (Sheesh, what a long title! Eleven words and three punctuation marks!) It was very good, we thought. It got me reading the books and I'm already on the 4th one. It's 5:24 Saturday morning and the movie opened on Friday, we saw it Thursday night; midnight.

What else? Um... Double O called the house today. We weren't home and he didn't leave a message, just the hang up noise and a blurb on the caller ID. Dunno.

Oh, holy moly! Last week it was fricken' 5 degrees and the week before that it snowed every-single-day. Yesterday it was 52 degrees. Tonight's low is 37 degrees. We're in the middle of break-up, but it's only December! Everything has got real shitty.

BOOK WRITING UPDATE: I have now written over 400 pages in "Highway 9" and I'm still chargin' strong! It's coming along quite nicely.

ROOT CANAL UPDATE: I will have work done on molar #13 on 04JAN06. My insurance though United Concordia goes into effect 01JAN06.

I interviewed for a job last week and was hired but I turned it down. Firstly, it was the longest fucking interview anyone in the world has even endured. 11 hours, over two days! I didn't want to pedal coloring books and other random merchandise door to door through all the buisnesses in Anchorage anyway. Also, I was passed over for the Pooper Scooper job I applied for. Oh well. No word yet on who has been hired for the three Active Guard jobs at the ACS yet. I'm on pins and needles. I never applied for college enrollment, but this must be what it feels like when you're waiting for a letter from the Dean of Admisistrations of Harvard or something.

Toasty Warm in Balmy AlAskA,
Mungo

S.P.-Eddie,my edjamacation were frist rate Iowan and my spelink is jist fien .