Me: "Remember that shit I was saying about the wind? Fuck the wind. The wind blows."
Co-worker: "Talking about the flag?"
Me: "Yeah, the flag. And putting it up in the fucking wind."
Co-worker: "What was the problem?"
Me: "It was up too high. Apparently 'half mast' is meant to be taken literally."
Co-worker: "So did you fix it?"
Me: "That's why I went back out there."
Co-worker: "Okay, so you fixed it?"
Me: "Yes. That's my job. I put up the flag and try not to fuck it up. If I fuck it up, I fix it. I fucked up. I fixed it."
Co-worker: "So what was the problem?"
Me: "I just told you: it was too high."
Co-worker: "I know you said that; what I mean is how did you fix it?"
Me: "But that's not what you asked."
Co-worker: "I know that's not what I asked, but I want to know how you fixed it?"
Me: "How did I fix it?"
Co-worker: "Yeah."
Me: "How did I fix the problem? The problem where the flag was up too high?"
Co-worker: "That's what I want to know."
Me: "I lowered it."
Co-worker: "What?"
Me: "The flag. I lowered the flag."
Co-worker: "You know, you're a real asshole. You don't have to be such a fucking asshole when I ask you a simple question. I really want to punch you in the face right now."


This short fuse is my new hobby. I didn't even know that I needed him, but now I do. Now I believe in destiny.







I'll start work on the PCL-R tomorrow.

I'm eating tater tots out of a dog bowl, but my water bill has never been lower!

Somebody needs to take After Effects away from me.



So I have a month and a half left in Charleston, and then I'm Kerouacking it back California. It feels weird, like it's all suddenly upon me, but I've been anticipating this moment for a year now. It's sad, though, because now I have no idea what to do. There are some things that need to be taken care of, plenty of appointments to make, and tons of shit to sell. I need to get off my ass and either start putting things up on Craigslist or at least sorting out the things that will not be going to California with me.

I also have to start planning the trip itself, and while I have a few monuments to behold and people to visit, the two months alloted are mostly barren of direction. So that, too, needs working on.

Alas, I am distracted, what with my current cravings for a new camera (it's not a 5D MK II, though I can afford that model, but I really must abstain) and what it's capable of. Also, playing around with After Effects is a huge time sink. Knock it off, me.

I'm starting to enjoy this.

Blog updates will be here from now on. You know that you want to bookmark it.

I had a dream where I was in Sabotage and woke up like this.

I'm not feeling garrulous, but I am in a good mood. I just wrapped up a great four-day weekend with my sister and now I'm looking forward to bringing an uneventful three-year career in the Navy to a close. That's right: I'm getting out.

I want to travel now. That would be nice.

Three months to go.

Well, well, well, look at what the cute patrol dragged in.

Regrettably, my weekend was not this productive.