Pointless Announcements

so...you partied. far out, man.

we all have our stories.

 

I had to go to some substance abuse prevention class, mandatory for everyone in the Navy at the time. I found it both stupid and ironic. They were paying for both the substance abuse course and the one of substances (alcohol) at the same time. My First Class (boss) told me to "just tell them what they want to hear- oh and there's a strip club across the street for lunch, enjoy." I was kind of fascinated by the irony so the first morning I answered all the questioned completely honestly. "You ever drink alone?" Only when my friends aren't with me. "Do you ever drink with the sole purpose of getting drunk?" I don't understand. Is there another reason to drink? "Have you ever had a black out?" Not that I remember. When we returned from said strip club after lunch break I was called into another room and questioned about my answers. I ended up telling some very concerned looking social worker that "I really didn't think anyone would read through all the answer so I was just kidding around." She offered me a 30 day inpatient care facility that "would save my life" and wouldn't affect my service record (yeah, right.... BUZZ, lie.) I passed.

And yes we all have our stories.

 

...something-something assholes.

...something-something snowflakes.

...something-something adults.

 

I want to avoid stories st this point. In fact, I am in bed already this eve. Watching Kurt * Courtney. Stupid story. Sad. Tattoo tomorrow .

 

Oh my, judging awfully early this evening, are we?

 

Funny, I thought I was doing your inner monologue.

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So... I finally bought a new phone. I've been using the same one since early 2007.

What is this magical technology that has intarwebz inside such a small space?

 

"This ain't no time to be cool
And tell all your friends
You "been around the world" man
That talk is for losers and fools"

Something-something. War and BS stories are cheap I suppose.

 

Child, don't you wish.

 

Yeah, I felt totally cheated by every major Hollywood hero flick when I got out, man. Turns out chicks dry right up when you tell them about your epic adventures in ___.

 

I rented a car in June while in Oregon and the kid said my Samsung phone would bluetooth link to it an allow me ot listen to my playlists. I thought it was kind of cool not having to listen "Dingus and Douchebag" play canned sound effects between songs I really don't much like. But while driving 5 south to Salem the music faded out then suddenly and loudly I heard my mom's voice "______ are you there?" It was so loud I damn near drove off the road.

Phones now play music, movies, watch TV, surf the web and take photos. I wish they'd put more work into making sure it functions as a phone all the time.

 

Generally speaking, that's the network, not the device.

The phone service in Cabo, for exmaple, is super awful.

 

Almost every chick I meet down here will ask me within the first 15mis. of finding out I was in the military "how many men did you kill?" They think I'm kidding when I tell them I just cleaned toilets. And even if I had killed people in the line the duty I doubt I'd want to discuss it with strangers. I'm certain some have never been convinced that was my main freaking job. I always think if I was going to make something up I could do better then crapper cleaner. HT, look it up the Naval slang term is "turd chaser." Of course my recruiter told me I'd be welder and firefighter, which I was the last 10 months. But for 3+ years I snaked a lot of shitters.

 

I just assumed that was what *everyone* in the navy did...

 

Southern Tier Creme Brulee is just okay. I'd rather have a half and half Left Hand Milk Stout and Young's Double Chocolate Stout.

 

Information I can use.

 

Back from Thailand now.
Came home to an empty house.
Making beer today.

 

Happy early birthday GeneticShift

 

OOOOOOOoooooooo! BURN!

 

Not so. Least not in the Navy I served in. On my ship every new recruit or "boot" did six months on the mess decks cleaning dishes and yes, often peeling potatoes. I assume in the Army that would be "KP duty." After six months they were assigned to whatever division dealt with whatever they'd be trained to do. I know guys that after six months of washing dishes spent the rest of their tour taking photographs or writing for the ships TV station. One of my best friends from the Navy washed dishes for six months then was the midnight DJ for the ships radio station, he played whatever music he wanted and no one bothered him. He's currently an engineer at some station in Denver. When I signed up no one mentioned my rating was responsible for the plumbing on the ship. Had I been informed of that I could have put two and two together and would have chose another rating. I was offered all kinds of ratings. I chose HT because it's description was "Welding and Firefighting." I thought both had potential in civilian life so selected it off the list of occupations I was offered. I had been offered more white collar type jobs and other industrial jobs.

Oh well shit happens and honestly the guys I served with made it bearable. Like most units and divisions we were like family and I still talk to many after 25 years. Plus after working in a few jails and prisons I can say that the military and incarceration are similar in that for the first few months or sometimes years you're going to be someone's bitch or at least someone's gofer regardless. In the end it's all good and I wouldn't trade the memories.. well ones I remember.

 

Thank you!! <3