2nd January 2003
Hey
I apologize for my lack of civility. I needed to take care of a problem just then. The people two floors down have some nice music to listen to now, and just so i don't sound like a total ass, a fellow recuit is $2 richer now. Anyway, 'till next week
And....
Hey Grem + Hunter
SR MCCLAIN, SEAN M Got some mail the other day. Thanks to Grem for posting the What's New, and Llynya Cariad for giving a shit, still keeping an eye out for SR Murphy.
Beyond that, I'm still working on a number of sites. Pretty much the same ones I've been working on for a few days now. I'll mention it when they're fully done.
Spam of the Day
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This almost qualifies as a Spam of the Day, except that it was on telelvision, not the 'net.
To put this--literally--into perspective, this is how these creatures look on a 16:9 telelvisionApparently, a very silly, grinning, 'tard called Peter Popoff has worked out a way to sell some sort of poolcleaning substance as water from the Fountain of Youth, preprocessed through the Holy Grail, and sealed into a sort of molten FlavourIce tube. It's all explained at his site. Kinda.
Interestingly, there's no little disclaimer concerning this holywater shit. Like RESULTS NOT TYPICAL; YOUR MIRACLE MAY SUCK. Apparently, getting hold of this stuff and drinking it leads directly to either several hundred thousand dollars which will in no way improve your wardrobe, or the ability to walk even though you'll still be a SpEd. Which means I have no real use for it; I don't like to think about the possibility that any of my visitors might.
Perhaps a better question is: since when can you say Peter Popoff on network telelvision? It sounds like kiddieporn, doesn't it? Sid&Marty Kroft Present: Peter Popoff--the advertures of a giggly child molester and his, um...his puppet.
Here are a few links about this guy; he's starting to look like Kent Hovind: http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=peter+popoff
Anyway: let's move on....
Greenback sent a couple more letters. Both seem to be What's News, so I'll just merge them together somehow:
Just finally got over the black fucking plague. Orangey orange, lemony yellow, lime green, raspberry red, my mucus provided nine essential biotoxins. Spent a lot of time in "sick-in-quarters", which theoretically means I get to sleep while meals are brought to me, but practically means I get up to deal with "Dumbshit, 'I want the window open' guy", "Overly concerned annoying numbnuts", and "a really bad cough that can only be cured with adequate medication and water which keeps me up the half of the night I'm not pissing from the water". I get more sleep when I'm under instruction. Actually, we kind of have a system here in the aft (id est farthest from the loud, annoying folks) section of our compartment. Er, by loud annoying folks, I meant my RDCs. Anyway, it's too lengthy to print out, but we end up with about 10-12 hours of sleep a day. Largely thanks to a recruit from southeat Washington DC (where, from what I heard, I won't go without a decent piece; an M1-Abrahms would suffice) and one from Jamaica. Objectively speaking, we probably aren't the best devision to come through here, although we do...er...act as a team. Sometimes, there's more food here than in the galley. Practically speaking, I could care less.
There's a fucking tower in the front office. It's got a high speed internet connection. I can't use it.
I don't think it's possible to convey the amount of raw, daily frustration this fact produces. Nothing helps. We did live-fire the other day. You know, shooting targets. That didn't help. Although, I COUlD share why I was sent ack early, without getting to shoot.
Me: "Why do I have to learn to stand with my feet spread like this? When I need to shoot someone in fleet, it's not going to matter where my--"
Petty Officer: "Live fire is not mandatory, Recuit. Now, ready."
Me: "I'm not using a gun in my job anyway, Petty Officer."
I got my feet at the corner-thingy.
Me: "Wait, what if someone gets hurt, Petty Officer?'
PO: (yelling) "Recuit, follow instructions, and no one blah blah blah"
Me: "No, in the fleet, if I stand like this with a gun and fire it, someone could get hurt!"
Anyway, I'm over my disease now. Still have some drugs left over; those'll last a few days, and....
DAMNIT
Alright, no internet means no MIDI, right? RIGHT? Well, we have those damned christmas cards, with little songs...little MIDI songs. Can't even make out what they are.
Guess what I got for giftmas. That's right, oral surgery! I think boot camp is designed to build + foster a deep mistrust in doctors. My dentist won a dollar from a powerball lottery ticket, which, I found out, despite my best wishes, while he was supposedly removing my wisdom teeth. I include this only for frame of reference; see, this bit of trivia was more important than making sure the right side of my mouth had enough novacaine. Not that I'm not used to it by now, but...anyway, I lose respect for the medical professionals here every day of the week. Oh well. At least I have vicadin. Well, the bottle says vicadin, but I call them my frosted lucky charms. Everyone's always after me damned lucky charms. Go get your own teeth butchered, people.
He did do a decent job, at least. By that, I mean that my jaw is intact and the bleeding did stop. Look at that, I have no standards now.
It's beating a dead horse, but I'm still sick from the shots I got a few weeks ago. The vicadin is knocking me unconscious repeatedly, though, which seems to be helping. I think they gave me extra mucus glands.
Got to watch CNN again today, for a few minutes. I hate my boss more every day. I don't know if mail's being censored or not, but if someone out there wants to give me half a clue, I'm still at
DIVISION 066 SHIP 12
RECRUIT TRAINING COMMAND
3301 INDIANA STREET
GREAT LAKES, ILLINOIS 60088-3127
Anyway, that's it from me. See all you good folks in Theocria in a few weeks.
spjtydixylidrblcwnpec More later....
--Gremlin