Saturday, June 9, 2007

Oops

So, funny story. I'm adjusting the satellite dish as I do every night, but approached from the other side. I tripped on the cable leading from the dish to our computer. And it broke. Oops.
Once the sun rose we performed a field expedient repair with some duct tape and a leatherman. A more permanent repair should be done later. No big deal. I'm not the first or the last to do it, and it makes for a silly story.
That is why I carry a leatherman everywhere. You never know when you'll need to splice a wire walking down the street. Or cut your nails (I forgot a fingernail clipper... no, please don't send one, but thank you--I know my mom rolled her eyes and put it on a list). Now that I have to justify it, I am pretty sure that I packed nail clippers, but they probably fell out of my toiletry bag at the base I deployed from back in the states.

Oh, and PARIS HILTON PARIS HILTON PARIS HILTON we are at war you shallow idiots PARIS HILTON PARIS HILTON PARIS HILTON PARIS HILTON. Thank you. I had more to say on the topic, but it doesn't matter. I have no pity for her, but am pretty disgusted with the whole industry that exists to take glee in her troubles.
I will relate the best reaction to the whole affair that I heard. I was hanging out with some NCOs, and all of us were annoyed that this was the only story being covered. You know, cause there was a teaser about a shake up among the Joint Chiefs, and then more coverage this story. We were eager to hear about the change in the Joint Chiefs, which actually affects us, and mildly annoyed that there was plenty of media coverage for a kid our age that has done nothing spectacular while we know lots people younger that are doing spectucular things every night.
One troops blurted out that she's only famous for being rich. Someone else mentioned that she's famous for homemade porn.
The first guy just sighs. He says, "I have home made porn. I'm not famous."
I'm so very glad I was there for that moment.

For some reason the computers here don't like Gmail and keep booting me off. It is annoying. But it seems unfair to take any of our luxuries here for granted. So I'll roll with it. With a few choice expletives uttered each time it goes tango uniform (military lingo, google it if curious.

1 comment:

Mom said...

Aries (Horoscope for Sunday, June 10) Self-censor? Hah! Without skipping a beat, you say what you mean and mean what you say with energy, enthusiasm and even a little artistic license. Then you take a bow.

Oh - and the clippers are alrady on their way...