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[Mar. 25th, 2008|09:40 am] |
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Why do they want to fire this guy when it's such a wonderful friggin' idea?
Hell, if anyone consulted me (often they don't and I volunteer the thought anyway), I've always suggested that you get a sterilizing shot in the arm with every welfare check you pick up, which will wear off a couple months after your most recent check. You want to get off your ass and get a real job, then it'll give you a couple months to settle shit out before you prepare for those other nine months.
Pardon to the few, the proud, hard working people who are honestly trying and merely need a bit of help. Totally not directed at you.
Next step, crop-dusting birth control on Afghanistan and coming back in thirty years to a much lesser problem. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:03 am] |
Slow day in the 'Ghan, folks.
It's gotten to the point where people on the FOB (forward operating base) are taking sharpies and claiming rocks and staging an accidental easter egg hunt.
Property of
If found please return to .
...and these are all over the place.
..rocks. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2007|02:25 pm] |
It sucks being awake and bored when the rest of my half of the world isn't.
Update something, people ._. |
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| Hah, oh hai |
[Nov. 2nd, 2007|06:19 pm] |
I'm about to go on mid-tour leave.
Still kickin. As an aside, I've been about six hours ahead of any firefights that may have involved me. Call it...something. Luck?
I spent three days (prior to my leave transit beginning) of the past two months in 'civilization' (read: running water/electricity), and...
...somethingsomething.
I continue to fail at life.
Interesting stories though!
While up on outpost Mustang, there were two points in time where a member of the local militia almost died because he touched me. Was pretty cool. This outpost is one crumbling hardstand and a fighting position half pick-axed from rock, half piled sandbags with a tent draped over it. At the very tippety top of a mountain. The ASG (local militia - Afghan Nat'l Guard I think) invited me and my colleague (we were up there as a two man team, accompanying a few combat arms guys) for dinner as they always do because I'm the first female they've ever seen (deposit that in your spank bank, bitchez...I guess).
Gawd why do I suck at storytelling. Anyway, we were sitting in their hooch for dinner, and after tea we had a lively discussion (using interpreters) like we always do. I'm a very animated person, and slapstick humor is lost on no one, regardless of education level. We get into a mock-heated-debate and one guy actually gets up. I feign quailing from him, covering my face and leaning into my teammate. To my surprise this guy actually grabs my wrists (rather forcefully I thought) and jolts me upright. Wes (my teammate) quietly and sternly says something along the lines of "Don't touch her," with the "I'll fucking kill you you bass akwards sonofabitch" implied. That night they learned Wes was a badass with about 8 more years of military experience and 2 more deployments than I had.
But they needed another lesson a little bit later. There were a few new faces on this particular night, and the guy in question was some 18 year old punk with 2 kids and a missing tooth. Dinner goes as planned, tea is served and consumed, and it comes time for the "We're outta here, see you in 22 hours or so" handshake. I make my rounds and get to this guy who, instead of grasping my hand [in this very fairy-light way Afghans have that I don't understand], reaches out and pinches my left tit.
Reflexively, I clutched and crushed his hand, yanked him down and kneed him in the balls. I said to his shoulders as he knelt before me that I was through playing and that if he so much as glanced at me again, either Wes or myself would double-tap him [sorry, Army lingo - shoot him twice in lethal areas].
Most of the rest of the ASG probably missed the exchange, giving themselves whiplash to look at Wes immediately after my boob was touched. Wes was of course infuriated, but gave me a nod that said he thought I handled the situation well enough.
I looked at our interpreter, who spread his hands and said "I think you got your point across, do I really need to translate?"
We learned afterward that they honestly expected Wes to kill the guy. Amusing.
Side story! Two guys in the ASG have a spat over something, one kills the other, goes to jail for two days, and is back to work on the third. Killing is very...nonchalant here.
Aaand at a place called checkpoint Delta, which is essentially a square of 6-foot-tall dirt-filledbaskets where we inspect people and vehicles for things that might blow up a coalition force.
In addition to my LLVI tasks, which I am not at liberty to discuss, I also got to inspect females. You'd think this would be awesome, I'm privy to something no other soldier in THEATRE has done before! Look at the local ladies! Surely there must be SOME reason they're covered. Maybe they're all part pomeranian or or or -
No.
They're f'nasty. Most were 'mareez' (sick) and covered in their own vomit, urine and or placenta, baking in a cloud of their own BO.
Any other questions?
This is pretty long. I'll tell more later. I'll actually have usable bandwidth while I'm on leave, presumably. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2007|12:40 pm] |
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This stuff is gold. Pleasepleaseplease. Especially with how often I've ended up able to take showers - my hair is getting frizzy! Four showers since I've been in country, maybe five. The rest of the personal hygeine has been bucket baths!) |
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| I post pictures..? |
[Feb. 28th, 2007|06:24 pm] |
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Figured I'd put up the first half of a 'Before and After' special, since it doesn't appear that any of us will come back from this fully intact. Without getting into too much detail, no one's terribly thrilled about this setup we're preparing to launch. Considering this is a unit comprised mostly of people deployed two or three times, and they're edgy, I'm a little unnerved about any success rate we hope to have with whatever goal it is we're trying to achieve.
No vehicles, four man teams with 200 pounds of gear split among them, rucking and out on the land for however long with naught but the shit on your back, spending 90% of your time outside the wire in a hot zone. Not to diss females in the military, but I was pretty sure LLVI applied, if not fully, at least predominantly to the rather higher-caliber males. It's not that I'm worried so much about dying; I don't want other people to die because I can't handle the combined load ot 80+lbs rucking in rocky mountainous terrain and setting up our equipment to pull in signals from people whose language I don't speak.
But yeah, picture.
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| Off to the box.. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2007|08:05 pm] |
In preparation for deploying to Afghanistan, I can't promise that I'll be terribly reachable, or have any reliable access to the internet meanwhile.
But I'm not ignoring you guys.
I have time to access banking, email and billpaying.
Hearts. Especially to Beld! |
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[Oct. 29th, 2006|05:36 pm] |
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Heaven for the weather, hell for the company. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2006|04:56 pm] |
FEH.
Grandfathers are damn hard to shop for. Ideas?
He drinks beer, sits in the garage and watches political tv, really loud.
And don't suggest beer. He's diabetic.
Help? ;_; |
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| y/n questions are great because if necessary I can say 'no' |
[Oct. 18th, 2006|01:43 pm] |
Is this Love?
Cause I don't feel the same today..
Will it be enough to take away the pain..?
Is this Love?
Cuz something's pullin' at my heart..
I've been alone so long
I wouldn't know where to start..
Oh my God
Will this feeling ever end?
If it's only a dream,
Don't wake me in the end..
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this Love?
Something's pulling at my heart..
I've been alone so long
I wouldn't know where to start...
Oh my God
Will this feeling ever die?
How can I explain to you
The way you saved my life...
Is this Love?
-Terry Skye |
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[Aug. 24th, 2006|09:50 pm] |
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I realize I exist almost solely for interaction with Rae and Dr. Steve. |
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[Aug. 21st, 2006|09:04 pm] |
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| | Groove Coverage - 7 Years and 50 Days | ] |
Oh yeah!
Everyone go watch Aeon Flux, the pilot, LiquidTV shorts, and the series, and then the movie [not terribly impressive or accurate] BACK TO BACK [this is important] and see what it does to your dreams and/or life D:
And, in the news regarding 'having not quite come to terms with my massive thighs': rather than trying to slim them down, I'm just gonna tone the everliving hell out of them, and be scary with definition. I've been dragged into a Spin Class, which is an hour and a half of ow and muscular masochism. Good fucking times. Great music, great instructor, great company. Guess that makes it great times.
Pity i'm collapsing into a static fetal ball of stress.
After the passing of this stressor though, I'll be in LA with a couple buddies of mine visiting the husband of one of 'em. This husband's roommate is single, has a snake, and loves tattoos. SCORE ONE FOR TEH LEN. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2006|08:56 pm] |
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| | Groove Coverage - Not Available/The End/Poison | ] |
Random-ass anxiety attacks.
The kind that have you on edge, with hair braced to prickle at anything. That weird, racing pulse that has you ready to flee, the spikes of adrenaline that make you feel clammy, that you sweat only to coat yourself in a film of greasy uncleanliness, as though you need some tangible manifestation of whatever chemical imbalance it is making you so off-kilter.
It was just an odd trigger this time. Dunno. Groove Coverage album I have. I love a lot of the songs on 7 Years and 50 Days, and as of late (read: last 48 hours) they've been my little inspiration kick. But at the same time I calm down with something that distracts me while I sew (etc.), it makes me feel the bad juju feeling.
Hm.
What else was I gonna say. Damn.
Eh. Whatever.
Found a coffeeshop downtown run by hot Lebanese people who laugh at me because I speak Arabic "like I'm a book!" Haw.
But yeah. Have an lj update from teh len. Whaddya want from me..? |
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| I...amm..drunk. |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|07:38 pm] |
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| | Sarah McLaughlan | ] |
I died in the Dungeon of LenalisI was killed in a dusty armoury by Neogeen the gelatinous cube, whilst carrying... a Figurine of Zarathus, the Wand of Black Cats, the Crown of Emo Duckling, the Axe of Ink, the Crown of Iki Pueo, a Figurine of Libribeastia, the Amulet of Atateatarin, the Shield of B0h3m14, the Shield of Deviantart, the Shield of Sefeiren and 385 gold pieces. Score: 330 Explore the Dungeon of Lenalis and try to beat this score, or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon... |
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[Jun. 16th, 2006|11:41 am] |
There is some...critter...out here...
It sounds like the metroid at the beginning of Supr Metroid for SNES. They exchange calls pretty quickly, and it's a nice sound.
In other news, I suck at life. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2006|08:35 pm] |
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Today has been a day of scents...and their corresponding memories. Glenn's house, the land there, the creatures, the seclusion...fuck..
I am oblivious to the stress I'm under, but my body is not. There's intensifying evidence of my tendency to internalize.
/emo
كنت اعيش فقط لنفسي... ولكن يوجد اشخاس اذين يحتجونني... آمن لالله ان ساكون استطيع ان اساعدهم... خاصة هما... انا مراة جشعة. ليست بصحة جيدة. اعرف
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| TIKE TIKE KARDI |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|05:37 pm] |
Persian blaspheme is delicious. If only I were dumb enough to have gone to Farsi. and to think all their higher level words are Arabic...guess dance remixes aren't high language?
Why the hell am I so damn against even the thought of resorting to antidepressants when I need them? I recognize my problem, I see the catalysts and I see the symptoms, but refuse them. And so this disease finds sneakier ways to chip away at my psyche. I'm glaring at the Dexatrim as I type this. My hindside displeases me, but I cannot use Beld's solution and put it in the corner and have it think about what it's done. I work, I exercise, I watch my diet, and lord knows stress is a great appetite suppressant [I'm sure you sense the 'However Comma"] however, I am taking the "I aspire to be a sallow unhealthy twig" approach since nothing's working.
I'll glare at the Red Bull too, but since it's more mundane a product than diet pills, it can slip beneath the radar like one of those nifty Iranian missiles (i.e., because I choose to ignore it/aim my radar in a different direction/use outdated French technology I do not notice it, but by damn it's still there and god and everyone else sees it), I am using it as my anti depressant because when I am hyper I cry less. At least this is my theory. Red Bull is too expensive to support my claims with silly things like research.
I shall see how caffeine and ephedrine and other legal uppers do to distract me from this emotional coma, at least during my final three tests...7th, 13th and 14th of June.. |
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