Song

I am going to try to learn how to play this song:
"Music For a Found Harmonium" (hit play to hear midi)

I suggest listening to Penguin Cafe Orchestra's version of the song to really get an understanding. Colin Reid's version is also very good.

The Last Four Hours

Since the writing of my last blog, ZZ was called into work two hours early to cover for Gina, the boss's daughter who happens to have quite the drinking hobby. Also, I spent a lot of time at Terra Server, called my dad, and we explored the country over the phone together. I tried to get a load of laundry started but ZZ has all of our keys, including the one to our laundry room. Hopefully she'll be home in time for me get my uniforms washed. I leave things to the last minute a lot. I ordered a Greek Pizza from Milano's Pizziaria and Philly Steak Shop. I drank a lot of water. I looked at pictures of famous girls I like: Keira Knightley, Scarlett Johanson, Queen Elizabeth, Ruth. I thought about writing... which is a process of writing. If you don't think, your writing looks a lot like this: ;alksjdrpoieu alkdsjflakjf0q934r 8tulkjfng so8tryus; eiru lkfasc lksdjtwoigjhd;slkldkndlifjgaoij vlkvlkjiojgdlkslkfgjkldjvmcslkfgsp l ld joaij alk da ad a oaidf al pv d g adlkfgjlkkllj i7y mnslf zo8r7t8 lkc o8dfgri6905p9 cdlkru8d5 ylkfk;;lkjsdlkf asiudf alkdl jfljclkdrua;otiu;knm/zekrjtdifm,xmldjgosiru toityzdlkjlfkghuoitruas ias;lkdfgjaeir u8w r iruto 85ut owe8 utoairu toi ouoei uor ie toeiu orit osidurtoeiurtoweiu t09q38u9384u 0sdufalsijdf asdjfoai jf aoiseu tijdfkfmngfkjgh hf AND THAT'S NEVER GOOD FOR YOUR READERS! After that I took a shower and now I'm waiting for my pizza to come to my door. After my pizza come, and I eat it, and I watch Napoleon Dynomite, I'm going to either go for a walk, go for an ice bike ride, take a nap, walk to Leroy's to write, walk to my office to write, or walk to the library to return over due books on ______ (a specific subject). Maybe I'll blog more later. Boring Sunday.

The Last Twelve Hours

Last night ZZ came home from work in a bad mood. I sat with her on the big orange couch and sipped Girradeli hot cocco with my ZZ as we watched Garfield and Friends (she's obsessed) and Roseann (she's obsessed) episodes until 4 a.m. Then we went to bed. Then, after dreaming of Euclidian Geometry and mentally unsound wild animals, I woke up, ate Cheerios, read a sports magazine, looked out the window and gazed upon the frosty trees, and sat down here at the computer to Blog my extremely uninteresting previous 12 hours. The time is now exactly 2:33:24 p.m.

Mungo, sippin' water from a Nalgene.

Wind in my helmet...

Sunny and bright with a temp right round 60 degrees. I worked around the house while Beck and Ashlee made their way to worship at the local worship house. I washed dishes, unloaded dishes and fixed a candle.

With fresh, 91 octane, gas in hand I filled up the lawn mower that was being stuborn due to sitting for too long. After a few pulls and some nice words she fired up and spewed some smoke. I told her that smoking can kill. The grass got a fresh cut and the palm trees got trimed up as well. Dog poopies got picked up and stowed in the dog poopie can. I must say that the back yard is looking quite dapper today. I even sprayed for weeds.

With all that done it was time for Beck and Ash to be coming around the corner. Sure enough there they were. We got the hogs saddled up and ready to ride. Donned our helmets and wind breakers (there is one for you Mungo...wind breaker). The three of us roared out of the neighborhood to explore the deserts of Las Vegas. It seems that we weren't the only ones thinking of this. There were quite a few 4x4 trucks, 4 wheelers and motorcycles out and about.

Roared back in to the drive way and put the hogs back in their pen. I took a shower kissed my wife and here I am.

ST sippin a Pepsi

Junketing on Dictionary.com

Today I am feeling natural. Unaffected and regarded by the stuff wind is consited of as certain to succeed. I am perched computer-side in my den. Adorned in earth-toned clothing, resplendently sharp and lifelike , sitting in and inhaling an agreeable degree of heat from wall-base-running water radiators. Feeling good. Feeling fine. Feeling natural. Feeling lots of other prenominal words that are positive. Some people just say they're having a good day.

Revelation! No words are opposite of "CHOKE." No such antonym exists.

Question! Where Can I buy hematite, or dig it up? Hematite = Fe2O3

Peace and Love,
Mysture Mungo

the faculties through which the external world is apprehended

Touch
Smell
Taste
Sight
Hear
Bruce Willis

the cognitive process of understanding a written linguistic message

Perhaps somebody we know will read this book and then send it to me. Or maybe this one too.
anything expressed in letters of the alphabet
At iUniverse.com a program exists where I can self-publish my first book, Solid Mud. Will anyone want to buy a copy of it off of the internet? I will only get a few copies for free, and I plan on keeping one for myself and sending the rest to real publishing companys. Also, my second book, Highway 9, is now 346 hand-written pages in. If I keep on this track (pages per chapter) when I have finished, there will be 1800+ pages needing to be typed. Volunteers to help? And then there is the third book, Paradise Plain, which has several pages of notes and the first 42 pages of Chapter One already written. Sometimes I want to abandon every project I have going and begin working on a book I could possibley call: Painting Still Life That Won't Hold Still.

Put it to a vote:
Shall this be my publishing rubric (in red ocher)?
E.M. Kershner

Thor Investigates Hair

THE SCENE: Bryce, Gordon, Thor, Chuck, and Erik are seated at a table at a diner. Thor, a humorous child already at the age of 3, is asking the other three adults at the table (all wearing warm winter caps) to show him their hair.

THOR: Hey Erwik?
ERIK: Yes, Thor?
THOR: Is your hair here?
ERIK: Is my hair here? Yes, my hair is here.
THOR: Do you want to show it to me?
ERIK: Okay.
(Erik removes his hat to reveal a short military hair cut.)
THOR: Whoa, is it short?
ERIK: Yep, I cut my hair short.
THOR: It's cool. Hey daddy, is your hair here?
GORDON: Yes, son. My hair is here.
THOR: Where is it?
(Gordon removes his hat to reveal a tangled mess of hair.)
THOR: Whoa, your hair is crazy!
GORDON: That's because I've been working all day.
THOR: Hey Uncle, can I see your hair?
BRYCE: I don't know, can you?
THOR: Um, I don't know, where is it?
BRYCE: I'm keeping it warm.
THOR: Will you take off your hat?
(BRYCE removes his hat to reveal a messy and very balding head of hair.)
THOR: Whoa, it's all gone! You want some of my french fries?
BRYCE: Yes, thank you.

Deadbrain Thoughs of January Saturday-th

Man, I wish I could get a one or two day pass to chill with Eddie and get caught up on all the days. Unfortunately that would cost lots of hundreds of dollars and it would take leave that I have not yet even begun to accrue. Awww, shucks.

I'm going to get dressed and go away off to Denny's. Not Leroy's. Things are getting tense there, so tonight I'll bum around in a place where they don't know us (US=Bryce, Gordon, me).

So, as I'm getting dressed, I'm going to play the one minute word game. Each minute I will type a new word:

8:36 = Dig
8:37 = Splash
8:38 = Bellyflop
*:39 = Develop
8:40 = House
8:41 = (I can't find any sweaters!) = Cleat
8:42 = Button
8:43 = Dumb
8:44 = Game

Alright, I'm dressed. Parachute pants and red lumber jack flannel. Off to Denny's for a cuppa and time passins. I'm making slow progress in my book lately, but I like what I'm getting out of it. My deadline to finish the book is my birthday, 26July. I've fallen way behind where I need to be for that.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Eddie on his way....

I am so glad to see that Eddie will be home soon. Dude, you will actually get to live in your house that you bought and only stayed in for 2 weeks!

I am heading up to Utah on 10Feb and will be hanging out in Salt Lake and Richfield until the 19th. I have talked to Beck and I think I will be given a pass for a day or two to just chill with Eddie and talk about life and the previous 4 months. I am sure that much of his journey will not be posted here.

Updates on all the fun to follow.

ST out.

Camino

Firefox is the bomb ass browser. Well, you may remember my recent posts about how I had to actually install an older version because the new one was messing up both mine and Beck's Macs.

I have just installed Camino. It is a browser made just for the Mac and it's made by the same folks that make firefox. It reminds me of how Firefox used to be. I like it so far even though the final 1.0 version isn't out yet (currently 1.0b2 which is a beta test). I still use FF off and on though I am using Camino more and more. Eddie should check it out at Camino.

Okay okay, I am done here.

ST

Flood O Posts

I was getting a little worried about all the HO's!

Speaking of HO's. I liked your post a lot , Mungo. The one about the remembering you if you don't become a famous writer. Good stuff.

Oh yeah, like anyone who has EVER met you will forget you in this life!

Later guys,

ST

True Story from Brian the Cabbie

My friend, Brian, drives AlAskA Cab #57. He drives the night shift every weekend. Brian, who belongs in New York City (the Yankee's cap, white tee shirt, the flannel, the blue jeans, the accent), has a lot of stories and this is the one he told me tonight when he stopped in to Leroy's for a quick cup of coffee:

"This was just 15 minutes ago, I'm still amped. Okay, get this call from dispatch and go downtown to the Ramada where AlAskA Distillers are having a company party. They've got like 200 drunk employee's to send home in cabs, right, so this guy hands me a voucher and tells me to take this other guy home. I like these vouchers because at least I know I'll never get stiffed. Anyway, dude gets in the cab, tells me where I want to go, and off we go. Well, right away, he pulls out a pouch of tobacco and pinches off a chew. He doesn't even ask first, just does it. I get pissed when people do that because the drunk ones always make a fucking mess and they never think about where they're going to spit. And if they don't spit, they'll swallow that nasty shit and they're already drunk... anyway, we get about a mile down the road and the guy spits... right on the fucking window! I slam on the fuckin' breaks: ERRRERAAEERRRRR! 'What the fuck do you think you're doin', asshole!' I yell at the guy. He says he's sorry and whips it off with his sleeve. I say to myself, 'fuckit,' and keep driving. Well, not 30 seconds later he does it again. So I slam on the brakes and yell at him, 'Alright you drunk piece of shit, out of the cab, ride's over!' right? He says to me, 'chill out dude, I'll tip ya 20 bucks.' And I say to him, 'Fuck you, some things aren't for sale, you piece of shit. Get the fuck out of my cab.' He says, 'Don't be so hostile,' and to that I pull out my fuckin' 20 inch Maglite and say, 'Hostile!? You have seen fuckin' hostile yet, buddy! Get the fuck out.' So he gets out, running too, and it's cold as shit out there tonight. Like 5 below or something and this guy's got no fucking coat. We're miles away from where he said he had to go. Anyway, I speed off and when I get like six blocks down the road I decide I haven't had enough of this guy, so I turn around and go back and there he is standing where I left him puking his guts out. 'Serves you right, you piece of shit!' The guy looks at me and says, 'Who the fuck do you think you are? I drive a beer truck, man!' 'You what? You drive a beer tuck and that makes you better than me? Who's standing in the blisting fucking cold in a puddle of thier own puke, without a coat, and no money? Answer me that and I'll tell you who's better than who.' I take off again and just start driving circles around the block yelling at him every time I go around. On the last pass I see that he had flagged down a Checker Cab and usually we don't try to help those guys out any, but I couldn't let this guy get a free ride. I yell to the Checker cabbie, 'Hey, he's a defrauder, he's got no money, I had to kick him out of my cab for repeated spitting on the windows, and he's just puked a swimming pool back on 4th and Eagle!' The cabbie screams at the guy, 'Get the fuck out of my fucking cab you asshole!' Oh, man, you should have seen this guy, Erik. He was something special. And check this out. See this? This is the voucher the guy at the party gave me. I think... ya, I think he lived in Eagle River, that's a $50 dollar trip, and didn't he say he was going to tip me $20?"

Joke

A highway patrolman pulls over a man in the desert for running a stop sign. The driver argues, "There's nobody around for miles! Who cares!?"

The officer says, "The law is the law. Stop means stop, not slow down."

The driver says, "What's the big deal? The highway is diserted! What's the difference, you moron!?"

The officer has had enough. He pulls the driver forcefully from the vehical and begins beating the hell out of him with a flashlight. He yells at the driver, "Do you want me to STOP or SLOW DOWN?"

Having a great Friday, world.

Don't get lost. Be safe. Tip your barbers.

Hopefully sometime soon I'll be writing a meaningful post. But in the mean time:

Funny little word: "mean." I have just used it to describe time. "mean time." Positionally used, we put ourselves "in" the "mean time." Mathmatically, the word is used to imply an average level in a list of variable numbers, intergers (God created intergers), or linear points on a given line. So, can we define "in the mean time" as an average space between given times. Yes! That's exactly what we're doing. We use symbols in math, let's use the 'points on the line' idea and say two points are AB. If we're talking about time, as we understand it on clocks (not the debateable existence of a bent 4th dimention), we could say two points are Later (L) and Now (N). So, in our Linear Vocabulary Transitory Theorum the line could be described as LN. The "mean" of LN, alphabetically, is M. L'M'N. Oh! I'm so fucking smart. To end my proof: the Mean (M) of line LN = M = Mean (M). So, my brothers, the next time you ponder "the mean time," think about what we have learned here today.

In the mean time, seriously, check out this song:
Headboard - "See You Around"
Some girl named Erin D. recommended it. I listened to it on her literary site: www.erind.net

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Reminders

ST, in an earlier post you wrote: "When you are a famous writer just one thing....REMEMBER THE HO'S!"

I've got a better idea. How about you promise to remember me if I don't become a famous writer!

-mungo

An Anticipation and a Silver Tooth, Noxious Fumes, and Poetic Truth

Eddie, I'm really excited for you to come home. Even though we still hear from you regularly, and even though when you're Stateside I don't see you anyway, I still feel like I'm missing you. I know how anxious you must be to come back to the US and see your daughter and pal-around unarmed (well, in your case, do you actually go anywhere UNARMED?). Anyway, I'm happy for you. Don't let your guard down, dude.

I got my tooth fixed! Yes! I started work on Monday. I'll be on Temp orders until 31Mar, but after that, it's anybody's guess what status I'll be put in. Hopefully a full-time slot opens that I'm qualified for. A SSgt is going to ABM school soon so that's at least one.

...hold on, I think my gas detector's going on in the kitchen....

...false alarm. That beeping was just the microwave defroster, doing the job I programmed it to do: Defrost two chicken breasts. I don't even have a 'gas detector,' and I'm suddenly petrified that I could be inhaling loopy fumes. "There's a fume in this truck and I don't know if I'm dead or what."

As for Double O, I called his house last week but he was out. I asked Julie to have him call me tonight, but no phone call yet (it's 1:08 a.m.)... but hey, you know, that could be for any number of reasons.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, Here are some of my favorite:
"Grooks" by Piet Hein

A PSYCHOLOGICAL TIP
Whenever you're called on to make up your mind,
and you're hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you'll find,
is simply by spinning a penny.

No -- not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you're passively standing there moping;
but the moment the penny is up in the air, y
ou suddenly know what you're hoping.

A WORD TO THE WISE
Let the world pass in its time-ridden race;
never get caught in its snare.
Remember, the only acceptable case
for being in any particular place
is having no business there.

NOTHING IS INDESPENSABLE
A Grook to warn the universe against megalomania
The universe may
be as great as they say.
But it wouldn't be missed
if it didn't exist.

One for Eddie!
WHAT PEOPLE MAY THINK
Some people cower
and wince and shrink,
owing to fear of
what people may think.
There is one answer
to worries like these:
people may think
what the devil they please.

(These are only a few, Piet Hein wrote, they say, 10,000 grooks in his lifetime. A "grook" is a nonsense word he invented to define them.)

WOO WOO!!!

I am almost outta here. Like VERY almost. I should be home on the 2nd.

ST, first problem... Bronco's... well that about sums it up. Not that I can say much since the Cowboys have not done shit in the past several years. Good reason to look forward to baseball.

Mungo, have you started the AGR job yet or still waiting?

BUBBLES/MUNGO: are you both still avoiding each other or have you finally just put the fists up and started swinging?

Later

Where in the hell are the Broncos?

Hey, has anyone seen the Broncos today? After having a good season they decided to stay home and let the Steelers kick their ass. It's half time and I am not even going to watch the 2nd half!

I am embarassed to be a Bronco's fan today.

ST pissed at the world.

Finally, Good News for Mungo and ZZ

ZZ is healthy, says her doctor.
Mungo finally got his root canal!
Dr. Wasselle is my new hero. And before the novacane wore off I became 'deplorable' and procured orders to start work on Monday with the 176th Air Control Squadron.

I'm going to go go. I have soup, salad, and Vicodin to eat.

Vrin, Vrin,
Mungo

PS, I click on the spell check button and this message comes up: "Blocked a pop-up from blogger.com (hyperlink) View" When I click on view, nothing comes up. Sooooo sorry that I can't spell and now I can't have it checked.

Hoodwinked

Mungo, this is for you. Everyone else will like it as well but Mungo should go see Hoodwinked. It is an off the wall animated movie. Good stuff.

ST

Remember the ho's

Mungo, dude, you are seriously odd. But...that is what makes you so creative and your musings so interesting to read (most of the time). I wouldn't have it any other way.

When you are a famous writer just one thing....REMEMBER THE HO'S!

ST

PS. When I say famous I don't mean Edgar Allen Poe famous where your whole life is effed up and you don't gain any recognition until you are fertilizer.

The Metaphorical and Physical ROOT CANALS, or the Virile Prolegomona of a Witless Doubter's Paradigm:

In the near two weeks since I last blogged (a posted where I stated a need for myself to write more) you simply would not believe the things happening here. It's just... I don't know where to start, or if I should. I... I, I... AM MUNGO

You want to know about the Root Canal. On November 5th, while trying to procure a 6 month temporary tour witht the AK Nat'l Guard I ran into a hitch, a Dental Class 3 hitch to the tune of Molar #13 in need of a root canal. The Physical: The Filling dropped out and Rot took hold of the Root. Since that day, a full 10 weeks of scheduling and rescheduling with 3 different dentists around Anchorage have been endured with no results. A dozen obscure reasons, opaque in nature even, have come between me and the work needed to be done on my tooth. No work on my tooth, no work on base. On these Limbotic Planes of waiting and doubting, I have sought temporary employment from no less than 50 company's. The only one deciding to hire me being the door to door salesmen, the Junkmen. And that's precisely what I feel like. Precisely 6. I am a Junkman 6. I'm six of it. Sometimes you win and sometimes you get a bullet in the eye. The Metaphorical: The Divine dropped out of my life and Doubt took hold of the Meaning. Tomorrow is the last appointment I intend to keep with my dentist, this being the third dentist I've scheduled with. If, for some reason, this dentist will be out of the office, or if I find myself unconcious on the bathroom floor again, or if there's a fire next door, or a snow storm closes a street, or if dinosaurs reclaim the earth as their realm, or any of the other things that have come between me and my appointments... come between what I'm supposed to do and not supposed to do, cast anymore doubt on God's intentions on my life (is this a lesson in persistance? a lesson in patience? a lesson in trust? am I not supposted to do this job? am I meant for a seperate and higher, maybe lower, calling? IS THIS NOTHING AND THERE IS NOTHING? how long am I doomed to eat this shit? Human shit. The Consumption of Human Waste. I'm Only in it for the Taste.) If the next 18 hours cannot hold to plans, I'm going to resign from the National Guard, take what little money I have, take my ZZ, load my car with water supplies and saltine crackers and set out on----

And yesterday met two gentlemen. Jareth and Rance. One was 29 years old. One was 18 months old. One of them liked to pull the onion out of the breading on onion rings and dip it into Mountain Dew. One of them dipped tobacco.

And the list of things keeping me paralized goes on and on until you can't read it anymore. Star Wars opening scene: fading story is scrolling into the infinite. Only there is no cut away to planetary space battles in my world. There is no "..., dot dot dot, ..." to complete the summary of what has transpired hitherto. Just the fading yellow text of trials and dribbles of warm gravel down my chin. No bib lasts that long.

My Christmas Tree lies felled and disspelled on my front porch, cemented feet for the river drowing still lashed to it's base, and tonight, after all the residents of the Invisible Hamlet are asleep, I will throw a douglas fur three stories and attempt to catch it on film. I will then carry the 7 foot tree on my back away into the woods and replant it. A headstone unto itself.

Yesterday I played schitzophrenic Monopoly. Just me in a room with 8 shiney pieces, all talking propriatary jargon to one another, rolling dice and taking their chance. Horsey won after only 7 hours of fair play and heated arguements slowing the game. "Right right, Misieur Steam Boat, now that Top Hat is out of the game and his properties all belong to me, the Horsey, your deal for free parking on Red is no longer in effect. However, if you would like to maintain free parking on Red and extend that to Yellow, you can sign over Ventner to me and I will see to it that you will not be chaged your stays in the future. No? Don't like that deal? You are a schewd buisness man, aren't you. Much more so than Hobo Boot, Wood Barrel, and Sowers Thimble. And okay, right right, nay nay, nee nee, I the Horsey of Battlement Past, will take my roll. Seven! And lands me safely at home in my hotel on Park Place. The fountains! The lobby bar! The cabariet dancers! The golden light shining across the black marble! Ahh! Now now, Rexroth the Doggy, take heart, 'tis your roll, gentlefellow, and the world is green."

I'm going to put Stableicers on my boots and walk to the Knik Arm.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

• Song of the day: Radiohead - "Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)" ...Deftones cover

No kidding.

I was wondering where everyone ran off to. We are getting tile put in our master bathroom to make it easier to sell. That is the haps here.

Oh yeah, it has been cold here (for Vegas).

ST

UMMM....

Where the hell is everyone?

Well, I am about out of here!! WOO WOO!!!

Bubbles Cache action!

Bubbles! I have to say that I am impressed with your geocaching action!!!! WOW. I finally went back to the geocache site and was checking on my caches and noticed you have 49 found! You even own 2. Sweet!

I need to start caching again. I have gotten out of the habit and it makes me mad. Keep it up.

ST aka Quadcache

Yeah, what he said....

Although, I don't think I would have been quite as eloquent as Eddie was. Never-the-less, he is correct in his ideas.

Kids aren't stupid and they pick up on everything.

ST out

HMMM....

Being away from my kid sucks ass. But here is the real deal... You being unhappy will make your kids unhappy and fuck them up. There is no reason to put a child through thinking that their parents love eachother and finding out it is a complete fucking lie.

Get a fucking divorce. Quit putting your kids through this bullshit so they stop living in yours and Julies lie.

From the mind of the mindless

Nothings really new to report. still working two jobs and living at home. I did go for a midnight jones run last week. it was well needed. threw in some tunes and got the hell out of town for once. I stopped at Beluga point on the way back to ANC and enjoyed the night air.

I really need to take a real vacation. I think some time alone would do me good. time to think about everything that's happened and make some decisions in my life. I dont want you guys to be upset if i dont blog for a while. I need to figure out whats important.

Mungo, give me a call tomorrow if you're not doing anything. I have all day off, so anytime would be fine.

Eddie, how hard is it to be away from your kid? the only thing keeping me here is my kids. I would like to hear how you do it.

ST, keep it real dawg. play erasure as loud as you want. you know i'll always be your double OHHH.

later guys.

Firefox Woes

Firefox is the best web browser made. It is safer than internet exploder and is wonderful to use...at least it was.

1.0 came out and it was WOO WOO
1.0.1 - 1.0.7 were still cool (just small updates)
1.5 came out and both my iMac and Beck's Mac Mini went to hell.

Freezing, hanging, slow loading. My iMac CPU was even running 165 degrees ONLY when 1.5 was up and running. When it wasn't running... 125 degrees.

Well, I went and found the 1.0.7. Reinstalled it and both Macs and all is well. Temps down, no hanging up or slow pages. They need to do some tweaking on the newest version!

My advice..stick with 1.0.7 and let them sort out 1.5's issues.

Not that anyone cares. Well, Eddie might since I know he uses Firefox on his Mac.

ST out.

Hello???

Anyone there? HELLO?? echo echo echo....

I must be in a cave.

Wandering Around the IZ

So 2 days ago, there I was...

Armed up and ready to go. Got on a Blackhawk and headed to Baghdad. This was one of the coolest rides I have ever been on. (second only to an F-15 ride) My first flight on a helo and it is in a warzone. Cool as shit!!

Flying over the IZ and being able to see everything... man what a shit hole.

So I arrive and we get greeted by an army dude that we had to wait for at the pax terminal for about an hour. Fucking slow ass bitches. He then takes us to billeting and there are no rooms available. But there is a tent available. Yup, I got a cot with 50 other dudes in the tent. So I get into the tent and put my shit on the floor (at least there was a floor) Mind you I have no sheets, blankets, or a pillow. I ended up buying a pillow at the BX and used a towel and my DCU top as a blanket for the night. Needless to say, I slept for shit!!

The next day was hell... I wake up in the morning and it had been raining most of the night prior. There was mud everywhere. I go to take a shower and have no where to sit down to take my boots off or anything. I basically just tried to balance on my flip-flops while I was stripping. And trying not to get mud all over me from the floor.

We ran into some issues getting into the building we were giving a brief in, meaning that they would not let us in. Now this would not have been a big deal, but we were just wandering through there yesterday with no problems. Stupid army fucks. Got all that sorted out and gave the brief to some Army, Air Force and Marine dudes. None of them had a fucking clue of what we did. Go fuckin figure.

After that, it was a race to get to the terminal to catch our flight outta there (which we were ready to go.) Well guess fuckin what... They had taken us off the manifest for the flight so we had no flight. Luckily some seats opened up and we were able to get on a flight. Somehow, it was actually earlier than the one we were "booked" for that got dropped.

Another cool ass flight back to our "home." I had never been so happy to get back to the shit-hole I live in here.

Needless to say, don't let the army arrange shit for Air Force people.

Song of the day:
"Final Countdown" by Europe

Lots going on

Damn I wish I could be riding right now. Kinda shitty weather here though. Friggin raining and looks like ass outside.

Mungo and Bubbles... Dudes just sort something out. My opinion is that people need to make time for their friends. If you value friendship, then you need to make it a point to talk when shit is on the downslide.

In other news, I am getting really short and excited to get the hell outta here.

I will make another blog about some cool shit that happened to me.

Later (meaning soon)

Eddie

Today was a day!

Today has been a GREAT day so far and it's only 1500 hrs.

Beck went garage sale'n. (no it's not a word but you get the point) While she was out Ash and I ran some errands. After our errands Ashlee and I pulled the ATV out of the garage and proceeded to get them ready. Mine had flat from a slow leak. That damn leak has been pissing me off forever but I was too lazy to find it. Well, today I got the soapy water and a spray bottle and I found that little bitch. I taught it a lesson! The ATV's were actually a little hard to get going since they had been sitting for so long but once they fired up....WOO WOO. Aired up all the tires and as soon as Beck got home we took off. We rode for about 2 hours and had a blast. Eddie, you were there in spirit, man!

Today the temp is about 73 with some wind. Perfect riding weather.

The other cool thing about today is that Beck got one heck of a deal on a GPS unit. She found a Etrex yellow for $15 never opened. This same etrex is currently going for about $99 new. WOO WOO! She also found an old radio shack CB for $3 and a creeper (the rollie thing that lets you lay down and roll under your truck) for $5. She also went to the gas station and put $20 in a video poker machine and won $80! So basically all the stuff she found at the sales ended up being FREE! Can't beat FREE!

At 1700 tonight we are heading over to Joe's Crab Shack to meet Aimee, Chris and their kids for dinner. They are here from UT vistiting Chris' sister. So that should be fun. Oh, Aimee is Beck's niece for those who didn't know.

Summer on the Paiute trail....gives me chills just thinking about it! If I do get in to the CO Trooper academy it starts in Jul. I get out of the USAF about mid April (terminal leave). As long as this house in Vegas is sold then I will be a riding mo frappy for two months!!! WOO freaking WOO!!!!!

I am not excited or anything. Of course, knowing my luck, I won't get make the cut and shit will fall apart. We will see.

ST out.

Whoa

Cab driver? Missed root canal? WTF? Over.

How long have you lived in your apartment and you have never cleaned it? You remind me of someone...hmmm.

Cab driver? That would totally be you. I think that you might freak out some of the passengers with your ramblings! That would be cool!

When you do your crazy blog...why don't you break it up by subject into smaller ones? Easier reading that way...you know? Then again, why would you make anything easy.

Ok, I'm out. I need to actually write the blog I came here to write.

ST...just a four wheelin fool.

Things Left Unsaid

I have been trying like the dickens to get more time into this blog and into e-mailing people. Somehow I keep missing chances or not taking them. I want to tell you guys about the trip ZZ and I took to Fairbanks. I want to tell you about possibly becoming a cab driver. I want to tell you the reasons why, and the concequences OF, missing my root canal appointment. I want to talk to you about my terrible sleeping pattern. How's my rock and roll album going? How are my books progressing? How are ZZ and I dealing with the pregnancy? How am I coping with this issue with Double O and the affected friends?

Tomorrow I'm going to go ape on the apartment when ZZ is gone to work. I'm going to clean like I've never cleaned before! Which won't be hard, never cleaned before. I'm off to Carrs to buy some extra cleaning supplies. I broke our mop and emptied the last of the Febreze on the neighbor's cat. After all the cleaning, I hope I can write a nice LONG blog. So long it might take a few sittings to read through. Maybe meals will be served in front of your monitors. Eddie, I understand this might be a problem for you as you're not even allowed to so much as sneeze near a computer, let alone bring drinks and food in.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, I really really really hate that cat.

Oh Mungo...

The reason for my dislike for this movie is that I am secretly in love with YOU!!! Don't tell anyone though, okay?

You are correct about me, though. I am not homophobic and I don't care if they make a movie about gays. Hell, I thought "The Birdcage" was some funny stuff. My deal with the movie is that I do think of the Cowboy as a macho figure. I like the tough and rugged image they portray. Why would I want to see two gay cowboys? Just doesn't interest me.

My biggest problem with the movie is that I don't want to watch two gay dudes in a love story. Looking into each other's eyes and crap. That sounds homophobic but it's not. There are things that I like to watch and things that I don't. Two gay men in love (in any situation) isn't one of the ones that I would choose to watch. Now, that doesn't mean that I have a problem with two guys in love...just that I don't choose to watch it (especially at $9.50 a ticket here).

ST jamming out to some Erasure! Oh Lamour!

The Ambigious World

It's funny, ST, that you would be so freaked out by a movie about two gay cowboys who happen to be in love with each other. I'm curious, I haven't ever heard of you react in such a way to a movie featuring gay men before. Is it the fact that they're cowboys and that shatters the macho image we all have? Or is it the critical acclaim the movie is recieving?

Remember that band, Erasure? Pretty gay, right? Don't they have an album called, "COWBOY?"

Perhaps it's all a metaphore anyway. A colonialist interpretation of the little bug inside us all daring us to be different in ridiculously drastic ways. Perhaps the nude male posterior is a simple statement that no matter how cool we think we are, no matter how on top of things, we all tend to let our asses show from time to time.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, By the way, I too would require a back-breaking to see this movie, but I'm not as pissed off as the people on morning radio seem to be. You'd think their heteroworld was about to colapse around their ears. In the 50's and 60's it was, "The Russians are coming!" and now in the Oaghts it's, "The gay's are coming!"

Brokeback Mountain

Have you heard of this critically acclaimed new movie? It is touted as one of the best movies of the season. It's a cowboy love story. Sounds cool, eh?

Yeah, well, it's about two COWBOYS in love. It's a GAY love story about two cowboys. WTF?

I think that you will have to break my back to my me see this. Geez!

ST going to watch "Fried Green Tomatos"!

3 and one half

3 1/2 months.


I will be out of the USAF in three and a half months.

Boy oh boy.


ST

Mungo Brush

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Double O's Invitation to Coffee

Double O, I have thought a lot about your blog and have held off responding directly to it so that I could think a few things over. ZZ and I went to Fairbanks and spent a lot of the last 2 days in the car talking about you.

First of all, if you ever truely do hope that you and I can regain our old friendship, you WILL stop treating ZZ and I like we are your problems. (*see ST's response to your hurtful comment.) We spent a lot of time mulling over our decision to tell Julie. The deciding factor that led us to that decision was Gordon's request that we do it. He found out about you and Jen himself (WITHOUT our help, ass, you were the one sending stupid fucking e-mails back and forth to her) and he wanted very much for Julie to have the same information that we did. Until then, we had kept your dirty secrets to ourselves. We obliged him willingly and unashamedly. I stand by our decision.

Secondly, ZZ and I are mad as hell at you.

Thirdly, how are you ever going to have time to sit down and have a meaningful conversation with me when you're so busy. If you want to get things resolved, I think we'd need to devote a lot of time to it.

Fourthly, we want appologies from you, not excuses. If you want to start acting like a man (the man I became friends with 7 years ago) and not the child you have been, we will be willing to sit down with you.

And don't think about leaving ZZ out of this. You hurt her too; her maybe the most.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Announcement

Some news.

having no time sucks

between having two jobs to get caught up on some debts, taking care of the wife and kids, and squeezing about 5 hours of sleep in there somewhere, its hard to stay on top of things.

christmas was good. we didn't have very much money to spend, but the kids are too young to notice. I spent new years asleep. it was the first time ive had a whole day off in about a month, so i caught up on some well needed rest and relaxation.

glad to see you havent changed a bit eddie. i love ya man.

i realize that i cant make everyone happy by keeping intouch as much as you all, but i will do my best. after all the times ive pissed you guys off, i thought yall would be use to me not writting. :o) all of you are in my prayers and i think about you everyday, sometimes dirty thoughts, but still thinking.

catch you guys later,

Bubbles