posted @ 05:41...

I was recently posting on fark, and realized that I could be a lazy bastard and use that post as an entry in my blog. Rarely does the readership of one read the other anyway, and I plan on writing more actual blog entries now that the wife is going to Texas for 2 months... so here it is:

Regarding Christian radio: 99% is sappy Nashville crap. The other one percent are student stations at Christian colleges, and are therefore not owned by the CCM (Christian Corporate Machine). I've always said that judging Christian music by what you hear on the radio is like stepping rght up to a big mural and viewing it with binoculars. You're missing all the good music in search of spiritual content.

There are creative, artistic Christians who don't fall under the obnoxious procetylizing(sp?) Ned Flanders stereotype. But because we're not making a bunch of noise, it's those dorky ones who seem to get the press.

On behalf of my brethren, I apologize for all the crap. Here's hoping we can see the real Jesus in spite of it.

posted @ 19:24...

Mom came through the procedure okay, and they're telling me she woke up just fine, and that the fluid is subsiding. Thank God for that.

Valentine's Day is just two hours away, and unlike last year, I actually get to spend it with my wife. I was at basic training, and she was stuck alone in Austin. This year's a happy one indeed. The festivities started today as we waited for the FedEx guy to deliver roses from Walmart. Yeah, Walmart. Incredibly enough, they were a decent price, arrived when expected, and were in great condition. Not exactly what I've come to expect from Walmart products... but then again, I wasn't dealing with the underpaid white trash retail employees at their stores.

The festivities continue tomorrow morning as we drive to Kingston, Ontario. It's a cool college town, which is not what we'd originally expected from Canadians back when we first visited in October.

posted @ 11:58...

Here I sit at the courthouse, waiting for a trial to begin. It's the afternoon, and my buddy & I have been waiting since the early morning. It's a relatively big case (compared to others we work on), so the attorneys take their time wheeling & dealing. It could go to midnight, they're saying, and probably start up again tomorrow. Meanwhile, I've gotta find a way to get to school.

Mom's going to Denver for a procedure this week. Her liver disease makes it so she retains fluid, so much fluid that it makes her look pregnant. I'm pretty worried, because it's a surgical procedure, in which they'll knock her out, and with the last few surgeries she's had, she's taken a long time to wake up. I really pray everything goes okay.

posted @ 05:32...

Here's a ridiculous story. A girl working the Taco Bell drive-thru was cold, so she put on her own coat instead of one with the company logo. She was then fired because of it. Worse yet, this was part of a co-op/workstudy program through her high school. Aren't these programs designed to give students real life experience? "You're going to need these valuable skills in the wonderful world of fast food once you graduate high school. And since your career at Taco Bell could keep you too busy to study, you won't even have to graduate high school! And that's quite alright: The fast food industry doesn't discriminate based on education credentials! You can be a junior high drop-out, and they'll gladly give you a job."

But back to the coat. As a customer, I care more that they get my order right than what kind of jacket they're wearing. This, of course, goes for all fast food places. They're all willing to employ idiots. The great thing about northern New York, though, is that they all speak English (even if they can't formulate complete sentences)!

posted @ 12:57...

I got a haircut today at the PX, which I don't normally do. In an effort to save $4.50 every two weeks, I either cut it myself or have my wife do it. Four fifty seems like a trifle, yet a low-ranking soldier with a pregnant spouse needs to cut costs wherever possible.

Funny people, Asian haircutters. Now, I'm not anti-asian, nor am I anti-barber. A buddy and I got the exact same haircut. Our respective barberesses(?) started at the same time, chatted happily in some Asian language the whole time, and then my buddy's haircut was finished. Mine, however, lasted another ten minutes. I can't figure out why.

Then, as she was brushing me off with that little whisk, she spent extra time on the ear. Her exact words were, "Sometime I wish I can take off ear, brush, then put back on." Maybe she has some sort of Van Gogh fetish.