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|Monday, December 17th, 2012|
|I have returned!
Oy! Wow. Two years this time since I've posted last. So much, and so little, has happened. For those of you who were wondering where I had gone, the answer was...nowhere, I'm still in the 'Burg. Been wanting to get back to Iraq, or out to Afghanistan, but it doesn't look like that's like to happen.
So, changes...I've been dating this girl for almost fifteen months. She's...as close to perfection as I can stand to get. Smart, geeky, gorgeous, cuddly...Honestly, I would not ask for more. My sweetie of over a year, when my past relationships were measured in weeks! That's like a silver anniversary for me.
I'm a security Supervisor at Bok Homa Casino, been there since November of 2010. Been looking for a change. Still looking.
Not been to church regularly in nearly a year, because I now have to work Sundays. I got out of the habit of Wednesday services, at first because I would be busy or out of town...now it's just easier not to go. Too easy. I hate it. I need to get back.
That's all, kiddies, just a short update and going to bed.Miss you all. Be good.
|Saturday, September 4th, 2010|
|A Trip to the Movies
So, I decided to go see "Vampires Suck." There were a couple of chuckles, but the movie was largely apathetic and unfunny. The bright spots in the movie are when Becca's father Frank speculates that the Kardashians are responsible for the fisherman's murder, and when Becca's new friends at the lunch table speculate that maybe the Sullen family eat human flesh and sleep in coffins because they're Canadian.Overall, however, this film fails to deliver the laughs. It seems as though the writers aren't even trying. The first two movies in the series are much funnier than this movie. I can make a better movie than this one; don't waste your time.
|Friday, May 28th, 2010|
Serious Jews are a lot like modern scientists. They spend so much time and energy studying God that they sometimes get sidetracked by an interesting anomaly, and come up with a wildly inaccurate explanation for the way some things are, to which they will stick as obstinately as possible.
But I love this thought by Rabby Tzvi Freeman.
"G-d In Exile"
They have banished G-d into exile.
They have decreed He is too holy,
too transcendent to belong in our world.
They have determined He does not belong within the ordinary, in the daily run of things.
And so they have driven Him out of His garden, to the realm of prayer and meditation, to the sanctuaries and the secluded places of hermits. They have sentenced the Creator to exile and His creation they have locked in a dark, cold prison.
And He pleads, "Let me come back to my garden, to the place in which I found delight when it all began."
|Thursday, May 27th, 2010|
|Night of Strange Dreams...
This morning I had a dream, most disturbing because I did not know I was dreaming. I had come home at night to an empty house. Nothing unusual about that, but while I was in my room, I noticed that the floor seemed it had tilted. "Is my floor tilted?" I wondered. No, I thought, I'm just very tired and imagining things. Suddenly, the house creaks and tilts even more violently, as if someone is lifting the back end of the house. I'm going all through the house then, and I see that I'm alone. I also see that the door is unlocked, and I berate myself for having left it so. I've got one of my swords in my hand, and I return to the side of the house where the bedrooms are. I feel an evil Presence in the house, and I'm scared, but I'm determined that I'm going to fight whatever it is and ruin its day, so I shout, "Reveal yourself!" loud enough that I wake up in my own bed. I was grateful that I slept with the lights on.
I went back to bed, and had more dreams, but the only one I remember is that I and my roommates are sorting out our DVD's, and I'm watching a musical documentary titled "What Do You Owe Me?" it's supposed to be about Eric Clapton, but the only part I remember features Led Zeppelin being interviewed on Good Morning America, and Jimmy Page plays a lovely arrangement of Dazed and Confused on bass, while Grace Slick of Jefferson Airplane does the vocals and John Bonham and John Paul Jones harmonize on something else. I get woken up by my phone, but the credits had begun to roll by then anyway.
|Saturday, May 22nd, 2010|
Well, I've not updated in forever. Nothing's really changed. Just waiting for Annual Training, so I can get out and make a buck. It's really nice, coming home and not having to do anything except be here and catch up with the people I've missed so much. I'm stuck wondering where do I go from here, though, and I'm coming up blank. Well, I'm not in a hurry.
Found a new series, "Better Off Ted," that is just hilarious. Ted is the head of Research and Development at Veridian Dynamics, one of the most powerful corporations in existence. His boss a beautiful, bloodthirsty, driven woman--not really evil, just very, very focused. I like her; she doesn't pretend to be anything other than who she is. Sample quote, "I'm different from other women, Ted; and by different, I mean better."
In one episode, Ted drops his daughter by the company day care, where they propose to have her paint the lines in the parking lot. The day care also has a pilot janitorial program, where the kids work for the janitors. Ted thanks one kid for emptying his waste basket, and the kid responds, "I'm learning a life skill!" At one point, what looks like a human body falls past a window. A human resources clerk remarks, "That's going to be some paperwork!" I swear, this is the kind of company I really want to run!
In other news, I have decided that love is the ultimate form of masochism.
|Writer's Block: Goodness gracious
Have you even had a moment, an hour, or a day that renewed your faith in the fundamental goodness of humankind?
I used to feel that way, every time I saw "Superman: The Movie" and heard Marlon Brando say, "They can be a good people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason, above all others, their capacity for good, I have sent them you, my only son."
Not so much anymore, though, but it's still a great movie.
|Saturday, April 24th, 2010|
|I'm back! And other stuff!
Hey, peoples. I'm back in the good old U.S. of A, Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and I'm lovin' it! Totally digging life. It's good to be back in the land of running water, Roman alphabets, road trips, and good friends and family. I've contacted almost everyone I've missed this past year, and it's good to see everyone.
I've been thinking over some of my political stances, and considering a change. A few changes, actually. The first change I'm considering is concerning my stance on marijuana legislation. You see, I hate marijuana--it's a weedy embodiment for much that I stand against. I don't buy into its supposed "medical" benefits, nor do I consider it proper for religious rites. Basically, it's a mind-altering substance that you won't die without; therefore, there is no legitimate reason to use it. It promotes moral cowardice--basically, the entire hippie movement of the '60's and '70's was, "I don't want to serve my country where it's hot and uncomfortable and I might get killed, so I'm going to throw a tantrum and pretend that I'm being virtuous by promoting "peace" while I'm selling out my country to people who want to kill us," and that cowardice was fueled by marijuana. I don't believe that the pot lobby deserve to have their drug legalized, because they haven't demonstrated that they seriously want it. When alcohol was banned during prohibition, alcoholics dressed in snappy suits, drove fancy cars, and shot each other in the streets. So much blood was spilled over liquor, and now it's legal today. When pot was banned, the tokers grew dreadlocks, wore tie-dye, and complained about "the system." And that's all they ever did. Not so much as a single gunshot from that crowd. I don't want a drug in my populace that convinces people to stay home and whine! I want people to be on drugs that make them irritable and annoyed enough to form a gang and shoot people! Because that's the kind of people who built our nation--the attitude our country was built on! If marijuana cultivation was really as widespread as the potheads say it was--if Washington and Jefferson really smoked weed and grew vast fields of pot, we would not have a country today. No one would have taken arms against the British. We would all be speaking English in this country!
So why am I considering supporting legalization? Simply because I'm sick and tired of hearing how this foul-smelling weed is going to cure cancer while stopping blindness and usher in a new era of peace and understanding and get us all closer to God, or the Universe, or whatever; if only it were legal! It would topple the evil tobacco and paper companies, and the resultant tax revenue would blah blah blah, I'm sick of the whole rigmarole!
Do you know what pot legalization will really do? It will tank most of the population. It is an effective tool for societal retardation. There is already a great apathy among the American public. Legal weed will only aggravate that problem. And when the government finally decides to revoke the Constitution completely, those of us who are still paying attention will be unable to mobilize the rest of the population. They will be too worried about losing the spare time to stay home and toke up to offer any real resistance. Only about 125 million people in this country actually voted, leaving about 184 million who stayed home. Of those who voted, only 53% voted for President Obama--66 million. That's less than 25% of the total population. We can't even get sober, straight-thinking people out to vote! How are we going to get tokers to the voting booths? If we're not ripe for a takeover now, legalized pot will certainly do the trick.
So, is it really that annoying to hear the pro-pot lobby go on and on about the supposed virtues of this stinkweed that I'm willing to court the destruction of my country to hear it stop? Well...yes. Yes it is. So that's my deal. I will support the legalization of marijuana if everyone will just shut up about how great it is. Besides, it's not like we can't prohibit it later, after the ill effects of this social retardant become obvious. After all, what are the stoners going to do, start up a gang and take up arms to get it re-legalized?
Yeah. Didn't think so.
|Sunday, February 21st, 2010|
Well, been awhile, hasn't it? Well, there's really been very little update-worthy since I came back from Britain. Had a smashing good time there, but this place has been dullsville. Not that I'm complaining...the last thing I want in a war zone is excitement.
Well, guys, there's not much to tell you. I mainly communicate on Facebook, though the admins there can't seem to keep from screwing with the format. I miss you all. Be good.
|Thursday, January 7th, 2010|
|Writer's Block: Do (political) opposites attract?
Are there any political issues, such as abortion or capital punishment, that are so fundamental to your core values that you could not respect and/or trust someone who held a contrary view?
No. People have a right to be wrong...I've been wrong before. It's a learning process, and we never know what will change their minds. Just because you believe something I don't doesn't make you a bad person, or untrustworthy.
|Thursday, December 31st, 2009|
Hidey-ho, Kiddley-diddleys! This is your Uncle Lane reporting live from Taji, Iraq! It is the thirty first of December, the last day of the year. I've spent the bulk of this year far from the bosom of family and friends. Nothing is going on here, and I'm glad of that. I will be home soon, and I'm even gladder of that. I can't wait to get this day over with and start on the new year. I miss you all, and will see you soon.
|Thursday, December 10th, 2009|
|Writer's Block: Role model
Is there any character from a novel or film that serves as a role model to you? What kind of advice do you think she or he would give you regarding any major issues you're facing right now?
Duke Leto Atreides was the kind of husband and father that I'd like to be remembered as. I don't really have any situations going on that would require his guidance, though...if I had to change my lands because of Imperial edict, though, he'd be the first one on my speed dial.
|Saturday, November 21st, 2009|
|In response to smilerla
Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
* I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity.
* Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
* Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.
1.) Have you ever regretted joining the Guard?
Absolutely not. Even though it takes me away from the people I love, and is attendant with hundreds of little annoyances, I really love this job.
2.) What's the one thing you want out of life?
To be remembered as a good husband and father, and a better than average guitarist.
3.) What's your favorite food? Be specific.
Sushi. Specifically, a sushi lunch or dinner from Sakura. Surprised you had to ask.
4.) Who, if anyone, would you go gay for?
5.) If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?
I would want the girl I'm in love with to quit fartin' around and wasting our time and get together with me!
|Wednesday, November 11th, 2009|
|Saturday, November 7th, 2009|
|Tuesday, October 27th, 2009|
Hey, kids! Well, absolutely nothing going on worth mentioning, I just wanted to update and let everyone know I was still alive. I'll be heading to Britain in a couple of days for a short vacation, and I'll be back here in the dust bowl. Looking forward to seeing a place I've never seen, should make up for not being able to go off base and sample the local food. I'll let you all know how it's going.
|Wednesday, October 21st, 2009|
|Sunday, October 11th, 2009|
|And the Award Goes To...
So, congratulations to President Obama on winning the Nobel Peace Prize. But I'm curious to know who Kanye West thinks should have won it.
|Monday, September 28th, 2009|
|Roman Freakin' Polanski; or, Why I Don't Like the French Right Now.
Not many know this once famous director of Rosemary's Baby. His wife, starlet Sharon Tate, was murdered by Charles Manson's "family" while pregnant with his child. Dude's seen some hard times. Of course, that's no excuse for drugging and raping a 13-year-old girl, which he did in 1977. He plead guilty to unlawful sex with a minor as part of a plea deal. So far, so good, right? But when he believed the judge was going to renege on the deal, he fled to France, where he continued his filmmaking career.
So now, he's finally arrested for skipping out...and what's the reaction of the French? "Come on! Sure, he drugged and anally raped a 13-year-old girl...But that was YEARS ago!!! She got over it! Why are you making such a big deal about it? It was so long ago! You Americans are too uptight! You need to loosen up! What's a little statutory rape between friends?"
Gods and fishes, how can they sleep at night?
|Sunday, September 27th, 2009|
|Writer's Block: Most memorable concert
What was the most memorable concert you ever attended? What made it so magical?
Pink Floyd in New Orleans 1994. It was my first concert, and Pink Floyd at the time were my absolute favorite band.
|Friday, September 25th, 2009|
Hey, everybody. Just wanted to let you all know I was still alive. It's been slow here, and that's how I like it. The air is turning cool and gentle--I didn't think that kind of thing happened here. I wish I could have an opportunity to explore the country, but it's just too dangerous.
I wanted to give a shout-out to someone in Nevada who was kind enough to send me a postcard, but left me no name or return address, which makes it kinda difficult to respond. Dude, thank you for your kind words and encouragement. Give me an address next time, and I can thank you directly.
I've been hit unexpectedly by homesickness on an unprecedented scale. This isn't my first deployment--I've deployed twice with the Navy, both times to the Mediterranean. In those days, though, I didn't really have close friends that weren't on my ship. I had no roots in Jacksonville, so when we weighed anchor and cast off, it was almost like a massive RV road trip. I hated my job, but at least all my friends were with me. Now, it's the polar opposite--here I have only co-workers and colleagues. My family, friends, everyone who matters to me is in the States, eight thousand miles away. Also, a Navy deployment is typically six months. I'm away almost a year. I miss my people badly.
Guys, I think of you every day. I miss you, and I'm literally counting the days until I can come home again. You guys give my life meaning, you put me in context. I can't wait to see you all again.