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Howdy,
I am finally done with my AT (annual training for those of you who are unfamiliar with military acronyms). I have one RIDT to do on Thursday and then I will be flying to Belgium on Sunday at 1100.
I haven’t bloged in nine days but not much happened here besides go to work, run, twiddle thumbs, have day ruined by some other idiot’s poor performance of duty, go home, do it all over again. Evan and I figured out that if we were allowed to shoot all the idiots, the Marine Corps would be dangerously under-strength.
I didn’t have any cool nightmares recently although mobsters were coming dangerously close to killing me the other night and I kept waking up. Part of me knew that I could change the outcome by giving myself a weapon but I didn’t seem to have enough control on the dream to do that. I think the setting – my grandpa’s vacation home – isn’t a place where I am likely to be packing and so my brain was refusing to bend that rule.
Mr. Bush will be giving a speech at Fort Bragg tonight in an attempt to shore up waning support for the war. Recent polls indicate that the American public may be regretting choices it made nine months ago. This does not indicate a moral awakening of my fellow citizens. This change in opinion is akin to switching team after half time because home team can’t win and you don’t want to be on the losing side. Call me cynical.
On unrelated business I went rock climbing today. I am getting quite comfortable with soloing although I need to add that no later than last week my tush got stuck halfway up a climb with no way of going down or up. I had just fed the rope through my reverso when I realized that the next move was going to require a better climber than me. I spent the next 15 minutes balancing on my left foot, trying to get some slack in the rope so that I could switch carabineers and rappel down. Hence my decision today, to rappel down when I was still ahead. I also attempted a couple bouldering problems. Rocky Butte is not a good spot for that. There are several large pointy rocks waiting to break your back under the overhang.
(whispers) “Slip. Your left hand isn’t going to hang on to that corner…”
(thoughts) “I can do it. I just need to get a little higher. Push on my feet. Ooooh shiiiiiit.”
I am finally done with my AT (annual training for those of you who are unfamiliar with military acronyms). I have one RIDT to do on Thursday and then I will be flying to Belgium on Sunday at 1100.
I haven’t bloged in nine days but not much happened here besides go to work, run, twiddle thumbs, have day ruined by some other idiot’s poor performance of duty, go home, do it all over again. Evan and I figured out that if we were allowed to shoot all the idiots, the Marine Corps would be dangerously under-strength.
I didn’t have any cool nightmares recently although mobsters were coming dangerously close to killing me the other night and I kept waking up. Part of me knew that I could change the outcome by giving myself a weapon but I didn’t seem to have enough control on the dream to do that. I think the setting – my grandpa’s vacation home – isn’t a place where I am likely to be packing and so my brain was refusing to bend that rule.
Mr. Bush will be giving a speech at Fort Bragg tonight in an attempt to shore up waning support for the war. Recent polls indicate that the American public may be regretting choices it made nine months ago. This does not indicate a moral awakening of my fellow citizens. This change in opinion is akin to switching team after half time because home team can’t win and you don’t want to be on the losing side. Call me cynical.
On unrelated business I went rock climbing today. I am getting quite comfortable with soloing although I need to add that no later than last week my tush got stuck halfway up a climb with no way of going down or up. I had just fed the rope through my reverso when I realized that the next move was going to require a better climber than me. I spent the next 15 minutes balancing on my left foot, trying to get some slack in the rope so that I could switch carabineers and rappel down. Hence my decision today, to rappel down when I was still ahead. I also attempted a couple bouldering problems. Rocky Butte is not a good spot for that. There are several large pointy rocks waiting to break your back under the overhang.
(whispers) “Slip. Your left hand isn’t going to hang on to that corner…”
(thoughts) “I can do it. I just need to get a little higher. Push on my feet. Ooooh shiiiiiit.”
posted by Sgt. B. at 2:35 PM
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Dont fall!
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