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Jun. 13th, 2005 11:05 pmSo. First. Pictures, as promised.
(An XO is, I believe, an Executive Officer. So, really, their boss.)
Dave and I went down to Bidwell/Elmwood to check out this joint with "Mediterranean food", because we were both jonesing hardcore for schwarmas. (Schwarmae?)
Sahara Grill, it's called. Authentic? Not so much. Buncha white boy waiters had to phone up the chef at home to find out how to brew Turkish coffee, and they still made it too weak. But, they gave it to us free. And the whole meal with a buncha appetizers and some fatoush wound up being under $30.
Now we're both totally jittery and on edge from drinking a whole damn pot of free Turkish coffee. Woo. Hee. Eegh. Yah. I need gin. Lots of gin. Or perhaps a walk. Oh yes. A walk. And then I will come back. And post about the thing with the stuff. What? Oh yes. Dave. He's psyching himself up for an Interview on Monday. For which he is a shoo-in. He's wandering around all jittery talking about VOIP and game faces. And BCMs. And Nortel. And, he's all jittery. Yeah.
I need pants. I don't think I can go for a walk in the underpants I'm wearing. Though it's tempting. Pants are overrated.
(An XO is, I believe, an Executive Officer. So, really, their boss.)
Dave and I went down to Bidwell/Elmwood to check out this joint with "Mediterranean food", because we were both jonesing hardcore for schwarmas. (Schwarmae?)
Sahara Grill, it's called. Authentic? Not so much. Buncha white boy waiters had to phone up the chef at home to find out how to brew Turkish coffee, and they still made it too weak. But, they gave it to us free. And the whole meal with a buncha appetizers and some fatoush wound up being under $30.
Now we're both totally jittery and on edge from drinking a whole damn pot of free Turkish coffee. Woo. Hee. Eegh. Yah. I need gin. Lots of gin. Or perhaps a walk. Oh yes. A walk. And then I will come back. And post about the thing with the stuff. What? Oh yes. Dave. He's psyching himself up for an Interview on Monday. For which he is a shoo-in. He's wandering around all jittery talking about VOIP and game faces. And BCMs. And Nortel. And, he's all jittery. Yeah.
I need pants. I don't think I can go for a walk in the underpants I'm wearing. Though it's tempting. Pants are overrated.
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Date: 2005-06-14 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 03:50 am (UTC)This is seldom publicized, but the proportion of female soldiers in the Army has increased something like tenfold since the last Gulf War. It's a great career, particularly for low-income women without much hope of getting an education on their own-- one of the cashiers I liked at work recently joined up mostly for the money and the chance to get training and an education. Touchingly, she mostly was excited that she'd be able to afford to give her little daughter (born when she herself was sixteen) a top-notch education, which she herself had never had. (She was barely twenty and about the size of a matchstick.)
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Date: 2005-06-15 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-15 12:54 am (UTC)What just gets me is that they're perfectly willing to get babyface boys killed (many, many, many of the combat troops are under 20) or maimed but the moment it's a girl, it's suddenly too much. HellOOO. A life's a life, and it doesn't much matter whether it's somebody's son or somebody's daughter who just got all their limbs blown off by an IED-- it's still somebody's kid either way.
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Date: 2005-06-15 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 02:04 pm (UTC)Women + Guns + Actual military training to use them + Captain's bars = HAWTER THAN HAWT
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Date: 2005-06-14 02:38 pm (UTC)I kept laughing because Katy's so much taller than either of the other girls.
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Date: 2005-06-14 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-15 12:55 am (UTC)