Zilla Talkinz

It was nice to talk to you freaks on the phone today. Zillatalkinz! I'm getting really excited about having a Lappy to take with me to write my book/s and to take into the bathroom at work and look at porn. Yes, oh my brothers, a lappy will change my life. It will be nice. I really don't like trying to write too much at home because I get extremely distracted, even with the office door closed (neither ZZ or I like having closed doors in our home anyway) I still get distracted and end up watching a movie, playing my guitar, or surfing the web finding out interesting facts on the Atlantic Gaint Squid. (They're the fasting known growing organisms on the planet!) So what I'm trying to say is: Now I can type at Leroy's and make much fast progress. Hand writing 490 pages has taken WAY too long and I want to be done by July.

We have white gangster neighbors that just moved in downstairs and we can smell pot in our bathroom every other day now. They leave their garbage outside their door instead of taking it to the dumpster. It remains there for weeks until the bags are piled so high they fall in front of the door. THEN, though the bags are gone, small remnants remain, such as Sprite bottles, McDonald's bags, Taco Bell cups, ect. I have seen at least a dozen people just walk into the apartment w/o knocking which makes me wonder how many people they've got living down there. Also, since the arrival of gangsters, our parking lot has filled up with dirty towels, Sprite bottles, McDonald's bags, Taco Bells cups, ect. I spent 20 minutes cleaning it up last week. I just heard them come home. Last night they woke ZZ up several times with loud music, yelling, and horn honking around 4 a.m. I'm going down there and demand respect. If you never hear from me again, call the cops and tell them to knock on door #8.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, TWO BLACK JOKES that I can't resist telling:
#1. What's the difference between a black man and an extra large pizza?
An extra large pizza can feed a family of four.

#2. A black man and a mexican are riding in a car, who is driving?
A cop.

WOO WOO

Mungo, I got the 6th off if ZZ wants to hang out in SLC. Figured if she wanted to we could hang out. If she just wants me to show up, say hi, then take off I can do that too. But I figured if she wanted to get around a little bit then we could.

If she does want to just say a quick hello then it will be a fun day of Diablo II for me.

Off the wall statement... Ever since I got back from that shit-hole this time my nosehairs have been growing at an insane pace. That is just fucking odd. Makes me wonder if it is taking it from the top of my cranium and just pushing it a few inches south.

I am gonna go get out of the BDU's then take a big shit. 

Later,

Eddie

40 Names in Solid Mud, (A Count)

The following is a list of the names most used in my book, Solid Mud. I'm bored and I'm trying to do things to occupy my mind so that I don't fall asleep too early. I'm sorry there isn't more about the two of you in the book. The reason Double O outweighs you guys so much is because the two longest chapters are about adventures I had when he was around: My first road trip to Fairbanks and the first time I hiked Resurrection Pass. That's also why SHAVER has 88 name mentions. The chapter is long and includes a lot of dialoge.

Eddie: 16
Super Turtle/ST: 18
Double O: 137 (wow, what a waste)
Shaver: 88
Henry: 38
Uncle Ed: 127
Leopold: 58
Vera: 14
Tritus: 35
Edna: 56
Splashover: 5
Ricerick: 14
Mungo: 38
C. Marvious P.: 2
Pepe: 35
Medicaments: 5
Senator Quickstep: 4
Genie/Esgenie/Sara Jean: 17
Kaybe: 4
Wood: 12
Tonya: 3
Hephaestus: 2
Old Man Kelley: 3
Tandy: 3
Farmer Clem: 5
Wesley Rush: 26
Shally: 7
Albert Einstein: 9
Joseph Stalin: 1
Franklin D. Rosevelt: 1
Winston Churchill: 1
Mr. Kwashiorkor: 1
Jackie: 4
The Sheep Farmer: 10
Peter the Sheep: 2
Peter Jenkins: 1
Justin and Tacanna: 2
Elf Man: 1
Vale Tussock: 3
Hannah Clark: 5

All told, the use of these names amounts to 0.014017241379310344827586206896552% of the total word count.

it worked... fuckin sweet!

Testing the Widget

Widget Blogging

Only someone using a Mac with widgets would know what I am talking about....Eddie.

With this simple widget I can now blog from my dashboard. Good stuff!

http://www.google.com/macwidgets/

ST out

Continue where I left off...

In other words, I am keeping the exact same job that I am doing now. I will just be doing it as a civilian. Not too shabby. You never know what the future holds, though.

Write your ass off dude. Having a baby will limit your free time for awhile. I can't wait to get my hands on your book.

ST out

April 14th, 2006 Part 2

ST, what's the latest word on your Trooper job prospect? You haven't said anything about it in a long time. Maybe I missed something, but what exactly are the Wachel family plans?

Books

So, I've been working like a mad dog on my second book, Highway 9. I've started typing out the first draft to get estimates on how long of a book this could turn into. I estimate that when all is said and done it will be around 360,000 words. (the exact estimate is 361,846 words.) That's over a third of a million words! Who wants to read that many words about life in the midwest? I tried to estimate how many pages that would be in book form and I got 1,300 pages. I'm going to have to do some serious! revising, I think. In the meantime, I'm going to keep plugging away. The deadline I have given myself (July 25th, 2006) for the first draft is coming faster than I thought. I'm only a third of the way done so far. That's a lot of writing left, my brothers.

I'm getting really excited about Solid Mud being published. In a week or two I'll have the first "proofs" for me to go over. They'll send a paper copy of what the book will look like and I get to make one last revision for gramatical errors and whatnot.

Eddie, sorry to say that your role in the book has been severly compromised. I was writing this for my family and friends and felt that I had to alter your normal speech pattern. Sorry, bro. In my third book, Paradise Plain, you'll be back in my writing and the full color of your charactor will be brought back to life. I'll have that book done in about 3 years.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, Good news about Lorelei's school, that's great!

Winter? What?

75 degrees here today. I rode my ATV yesterday on the trails out behind my house. It was just a short little ride but now I can't wait to get to Utah and RIDE!

So yeah...winter is pretty much gone here. As a matter of fact I am trying really hard not to turn on the A/C but it's hard with the temps in the bedroom getting up to 82 degrees at night. I think that we will have to open a window or something. Maybe we will have to stop humping like mad dogs during a full moon...that doesn't help matters.

I want one of those Eddie action figures with the "FUCK OFF" action. Can I get one with him riding an ATV so when he falls off it just goes on a "effing" streak? Good stuff.

ST (ATV riding mo-fo)

Eddieism's huh?

You got to be shittin me right? Ha ha ha!! That would be funny as shit. They would have to make sure they get the sarcastic tone with the thing or else it just would not work. What made you think of this anyway? Too much Matanuska Thunderfuck lately or something? Anyway, that is some funny shit right there... I don't care who you are.

Lorelei rode her ATV for the first time yesterday. She didn't want to ride it at first and actually started crying. I rode on it with her at first so that she would try it. Let me tell you... that little engine was straining. Then I convinced her her stuffed animal wanted her to give her a ride. She started riding it by herself then. It was awesome. Couple more years and she will have a real one.

On another note, Mungo I don't think you know about this, but here are the details (somewhat.) We were trying to get her in a school that we originally thought was $1000 a month. We were working for Medicare to pick up the cost. If not, we would have figured something out. Then we find out more details about the school and find that it is $4000 a month instead! Now I was thinking about what all I would have to sell off and how many penut butter sandwiches I had in my future. Well, Medicare is going to pick up the tab! So it is all good and I can keep both my vehicles and my Quad.

I am itching to go riding. There is snow on the ground right now so that cancels out golfing too. Winter needs to go bye bye right now.

SWEET

Dude, That would be awesome. We are having an exercise that week but I can try to take a day of leave. I will be able to find out more on Monday. Hopefully I will be able to. We can probably go and hit the VI or something.

Eddie, Wanna Meet ZZ?

ZZ is flying to Florida on April 6th. She has a very long lay over in Salt Lake City. She knows nobody in Salt Lake City. But I do.

ZZ wants to meet you, man. If you are interested and if you are able, perhaps you can swing by the airport and spend some time with Liz. What do you say?

Thursday, April 6th, 2006
Arrives: 0733
Departs: 1651

I don't know, you're probably working a day shift that day or something, but I thought I'd ask.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Smelly Feet

Just got off work. You know the smell your feet get if you wear the same pair of black wool socks on back to back 12 hour shifts without washing them? That's the smell stinkin' up the office. That's the smell that woke up ZZ when I sat on the edge of the bed. That's the mysterious smell that had me sniffin' the whole car ride home... thinking it was some rotten fish in the back seat or something.

We will not be taking the kid out at outragous hours. I want my child's internal clock to actually WORK when it's time for them to go to school. I look at Lissy (Double O's kid in case you guys forgot, sometimes I do) and see an internal clock painted by Salvidor Dali. That will not happen if I have anything to say about it.

10.5 years until Eddie retires. ST's on the home stretch. Mungo's still standin' around, scratching his cheeks, wondering what life has around the next corner. A baby? A boxing glove on a humorous jack-knife retractable metal arm? Chance of showers? Light snow?

You know what I want? I want a little "Fuckin' Eddie" action figure. It would have a pull chord in the back that when pulled would play prerecorded 'Eddieisms.' Just some simple lines like, "What the fuck," and "What the fuck are you on?," and "Fuckit," and "What the fuck, over," and "Who the fuck cares?" I would really like one of those. Glasses on an action figure might be hard, but the hair would be easy, Eddie's real hair is already made out of plastic so a simple plaster cast could be made and then miniturized. The smoothed out pelvic region would prove to anatomically correct as well. I think this could be a very life like doll.

Too many wierd thoughts in my head before bed. See y'all.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

What's in a name

OK, as far as names... I can always say something. Is your kid's name coming off of a STYX song... NO. he he he. And ST's daughter has a normal spelling... of course I can't read very well anyway.

Good to hear that most things are on the up and up for the Mungo and ZZ.

ST, fuck you. I have 10.5 years til retirement.

Gotta go call the Pops.

ZZ is right...

...you need to move to a new group of friends. I like ZZ, she seems to have a good head on her shoulders.

Please tell me one thing...that when the baby gets here you won't be one of those people that take their kid out at crazy hours! Please tell me you will settle in and be content with a normal schedule.

I miss you too, man.


ST

April 14, 2006

...will end a nine and a half year chapter in my life. It's coming quickly now. Oh, so fast.

Leroy's #XX

Tonight after a home made wheat/sausage/banana pepper/black olive/peperoni pizza and a viewing of Monsters, Inc, ZZ and I went to Leroy's with our new Mancala game. There we saw Chuck briefly who introduced us to his internet girlfriend from New Zealand whom we had previously believed to be a figment of Chuck's lucid imagination. Inside, after being beaten three consecutive times by ZZ, our circle of friends began pouring in, hot off closing time from the downtown bars, all shit faced except Brain who has sucessfully remained sober for many years and happens to drive a roomy cab that fits everyone. Mary. Grant. Roxann. Gordon. And then... Jenn. Gordon's wife, the sourse of all this recent heavy anguish, is there with them! Hanging on to Gordon and kissing his face. And he kisses her back! What the fuck!?

Nobody said hello to us except Brian who is very good at staying out of people's buisness. Gordon did reach over the booth behind me, pat my shoulder, and weakly said, "Hey man." I quietly said, "What's up, Gordon," and turned away without waiting for a responce.

ZZ and I lost all consentration at our game but she refused to be driven away from our booth at Leroy's to SPITE the uncomfortable ferver in our small corner of the world. We waited until they all left to make our own descrete departure and on the long silent ride home, ZZ said, "We need to move."

What she meant by that (and later clarified to me) was that we need new friends and we need to get out of town for a while. Unfortunately I only have a few days of acrewed leave and I don't want to burn it now, I want to use it when the baby comes. But ZZ is not tied to a job. She is going to ask for two weeks off from Village Inn and if they don't want to give it to her she'll give them a two week's notice. We are both fine with that. She is going to Fort Lauderdale to visit her grandmother, her aunts, and her uncles. She has been very homesick and very patient in the knowledge that traveling to Florida just hasn't been feasible. But things have changed. We can afford that now.

I went back to Leroy's after ZZ went to sleep. I wasn't tired at 6 a.m. There at the counter, while I was writing a scene for Highway 9 (inwhich Jill and I get bored with the McNider Museum in Mason City and go for a walk on the thin ice of the creek behind the museum, and ultimately fall through) I met a fat man with medical cane (the type with four rubber nobs at the end) who asked me if I knew where he could hire a ghostwriter for a book he's working on. The subject matter, he said, was the early history of Anchorage through the eyes of his childhood. I was suckered. I asked him to tell me a little bit about it and he talked for an hour. Though his story was exteremely intriuging at first, I began lose interest and felt myself getting sleepy. I had to pay and leave.

No cash. All I had ordered was Decaf coffee (I know right, decaf? gross, what the hell was I thinking?) and all I had in my wallet was my Visa Check Card. The owner, Mrs. Won, told me to pay later. She doesn't want to lose out on the deal because of the surcharge she has to pay for payments made with plastic.

Home now. ZZ's still asleep, and Cruz Willembottom's voice in my head: "Those were the Blue Ticket days, you see. A Blue Ticket was given to someone you wanted out of town. It was their way to run out the chronic drunks and small time gangsters." (I'd like to give Jenn and Double O Blue Tickets.)

Anyway. Maybe someday one of you guys will read this. We haven't been our Blogging selves lately. I miss you guys and I think you should both come up here this fall to see our baby.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS. Here are some names we've been thinking of:
BOY, Phineas, Micah, Caleb, Mason, Waylen, Odin, Knut, Ole.
GIRL, Tegan, Jane.

Eddie, you can't give me grief about strange names. You're not allowed. And ST, you're not allowed to advise me on how to speel our baby's name.

Doldrums

Work, boring. Weather, boring. Life, boring. Military Pay, screwed up. Friend situation, screwed up. Car situation, screwed up. Home life, very nice. Solid Mud status, published.

Wait. Did I just say that Solid Mud was published? I think I did. Yikes! I think I just found the one exciting thing happening in my life. Solid Mud will be available on BarnesandNoble.com in about two months. Isn't that terrific? I'm stoaked.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

snow....no snow.....snow....

This past weekend easily passes for some of the oddest weather I have seen here in Las Vegas. Friday afternoon Beck and I were caught in a near whiteout with the snow coming in sideways. 10 minutes later the skies were mostly clear. Basically it would spit snow for 10 to 15 minutes at a time on and off all weekend. LAS VEGAS. As I said, odd.

Tomorrow I am going to a job fair near Nellis that is targeted for people with a TS clearance. There will be about 4 companies there so I will take my resume and head out to see what happens.

Later guys.

ST

Guitar Over The Head

Gordon's staying with us now. I'll have to write more on this as back-story reading for our future. But for now I have to find a birthday present for ZZ's step-brother, Robbie. We're going to Moose's Tooth for dinner.

I just ate some Staple Sauce. A heaping bowl... of staple sauce.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Natilie Portman

I'll never look at Natilie Portman the same way again. She was so hot hot hot and innocent in Garden State (not to mention everything else she's done) and now... I can't believe I heard her say "Suck my dick." AHHHHHHHH! Funny though.

Fuck You

FUCK YOU BUBBLES. FUCK YOU!

That is all I have to say.

ST

ID Theft

Mungo should steal someone's identity. That will solve all your problems.

ST

Un-spammed

We are now non-spamming bastards.

ST

Funny shit and not so funny shit

here is the funny shit.

Here is the sad shit...

Diablo II still rocks. ST needs to fix spam. Mungo needs to have an alias to apply for a loan.

I think that settles up most shit.

Spam Blog

Tin Can Spi has been designated as a SPAM BLOG. WTF does that mean? I don't know. But the computers that be seem to think that it is and that word verification is needed.

I have submitted the reqest to have it removed but a "human" has to review it first.

Whatever. Hang in there and it should be fixed soon.

ST spam blogger extrodinaire

Updates on Work and Home

Happy anniversery to Mungo and ZZ! Our relationship is now a year old. And we're getting married! A few loose ends to tie up and we'll be getting married in May. Haven't told anyone else about this yet, just sort of decided today. I haven't even really proposed to her yet. I'd like to have a ring to do that but there is no money yet.

Speaking of money. My parents are sending money to us again. I'm going to send it right back with a polite 'Thanks but no thanks' letter attached.

Speaking of credit. I tried to get a $12,329 loan for a Subaru Forester but I was denied because of 3 black marks on my credit. #1 was a MBNA (Gov't Travel Card) charge off of $696. The Air Forced drug their feet for 6 months on paying them after my deployment and simply charged off the remainder. #2 Apparently back in August 1999 I had a Capitol One credit card. You guys knew me well back then. Do you ever remember me having a credit card at ALL? No, never have. I had an AlAskA USA Visa check card, but that's it. I smell fraud. #3 According to GMAC, my beat up old Saturn has ostinsibly been repossesed. It may be POSSESSED, but not repossesed. It's sitting quietly in my parking lot right now, recouperating from about 5 days of not starting. GMAC charged off my account of $2,800 last October and has continued to accept monthly payments without so much as letter in the mail announcing what they have done. These three things together make me looked absolutely unappealing to any prospective financing bank.

Anaway. Got to talk to Eddie a few days ago. That was good. He told me that my sister Caitlin has moved to Syracruse, NY. Interesting.

I am now, once again, a qualified Tracking Technician. 27 training days, and more than half of that was on the computer suffering through on-line "LMS" courseware lectures. Talk about mind-numbing. Starting Wednesday I will begin Interface Control Technician training. I'll have a suspence of 7 April to be qualified. Because of our work schedule, that gives me approximately 15 training days.

The Guard was screwing up my pay for the last few months but now it's been fixed and my next check should be in exess of $2500. That will be nice. It will go a very long way.

We just got new neighbors downstairs. The previous occupants were Kelly and Hartmut. They left the United States to go to Africa and build churches. The new neighbors are Wes and Someone and they are loud Gansta-Rap-Listenin-to-at-10 p.m.-Mo-Fos.

I did not apply for the WD slot. Now that I have a 179 day Temp Tour the immediacy for finding a permanant position at the ROCC has tempered out. I applied the the other Tech Sgt Slick position and I'll probably not get it. There are A LOT of SSgt's at the ROCC now. We're the new A1C, I guess. At least the pay is higher. There will be three more SSgt Slick slots opening next month and I'll just make sure to apply for those. I've already been told I'm garunteed one of them by the Chief.

People you'll probably remember that are all at the ANR: Peihl, Humenick, Hemert, Calvin, Heidelbach, D.Fox, Sims, Padgett (upstairs), Greenhalgh, Swaidek, Beltzer, Gonzalles, Kingrey (now Ordoneuz), Clifford, Austin, Shonenburger, and Mungo. If either of you guys wanted to come back up here, that would be awsome. I know that has about as much chance happening as peace presiding over Iraq... but I thought I'd throw that out there.

I stared reading a book called "Flight of the Old Dog" tonight. Brian, the cabbie, said I'd like it after I described for him what it is that I do at the ACS. I just finished reading the part where they talked about infared lighting at Dreamland. They use it to help the unattended doberman guard dogs.

I was going to send SOLID MUD out to be published next week, but now we don't have the money for it again. Will this thing EVER be in print? Who knows. It's become quite an irritant.

I have to be at work in about 7 hours so I should be going to bed. Unfortunately I woke up at 1 p.m. today and I'm not at all tired yet. It's 10:34 p.m.

Peace and Love,
mungo

PS, I liked the look of the Tin Can Spi just fine before. But I'm still good with the new look. What's up with the Word Verificantion? When did that start?

1227

This post is number 1227 in Tin Can Spi. The blog is now two and a half years old!

That is something to think about.

1227 would be a good name for a movie or a book. 1227 could be the name of a new comet in some really far off solar system. Maybe a new moon? 1227 could be some sort of police code indicating excessive blogging?

ST #1227 out.

Your view...

What do you guys think about a high school geography teacher giving political rants that are VERY biased? Does he have the right in his own classroom to say whatever he wants (of course this could be a male or female teacher)?

I might be able to see it if it was a political science class, but a GEOGRAPHY CLASS?

Tell it like you see it!

ST out

New Look

Changing things up a little here in the Tin Can Spi. Only a little, mind you.

We have now changed the font to Arial. Looks a little cleaner and more modern, don't you think?

What do you think about it?

ST

Back

I'm back. Yep, I am.

Beck's parents got their car back yesterday. That is a bonus. The best thing about the whole situation is that there was only about $300 in damage to it. If you were to look at it you wouldn't know that it was ever stolen. Crazy stuff. The guy that stole it must have been living in it since a bunch of his stuff was found in it. The cops aren't going to do anything about it...of course.

Not much else going on here. The winds are crazy and they are making me just a little crazy as well.

Tomorrow is Saturday. That is good.

ST