Alright, I have a weakness for Joss Whedon but this video is actually by his brother Jed and stars the lovely Felicia Day. What does this have to do with Milblogging, why, nothing at all. From the people who brought you Dr. Horrible, enjoy.
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Shining
I'm having some problems with my writing of late, maybe I need to check out this remake of the masterpiece. (thanks Miriam!)
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Nighttime mayhem
Yesterday, while cleaning our room after KBR spread dust all over the place replacing our heater (thanks!). We fried our power cord, I guess the shop vacuum pulls to much wattage for the Iraqi brand cord that I had purchased from the local hajji mart and all of the smoke came out of the wires and it wouldn't work anymore.
So I wasn't able to plug my super loud alarm clock into the wall and we were forced to use a dinky travel alarm clock that my roommate brought with him. We went to bed and I woke suddenly and glanced out the window and saw light shining through the sandbags. Eek! I grabbed my watch (which I took off to take a shower) and put it on my wrist, it said 8:45, ack, I jumped out of bed, said to my roommate in a panicky voice "It's 8:45!" While trying to buckle my watch, the dumb thing wouldn't buckle right.
He glanced over at his watch and said....
"It's 2:15"
I had put on my watch upside down and the light shinning though the window was from light in the lobby.
No, I’m not a morning person and yes, I am a dork.
So I wasn't able to plug my super loud alarm clock into the wall and we were forced to use a dinky travel alarm clock that my roommate brought with him. We went to bed and I woke suddenly and glanced out the window and saw light shining through the sandbags. Eek! I grabbed my watch (which I took off to take a shower) and put it on my wrist, it said 8:45, ack, I jumped out of bed, said to my roommate in a panicky voice "It's 8:45!" While trying to buckle my watch, the dumb thing wouldn't buckle right.
He glanced over at his watch and said....
"It's 2:15"
I had put on my watch upside down and the light shinning though the window was from light in the lobby.
No, I’m not a morning person and yes, I am a dork.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Memory
It’s funny how memory works.
One of the guys I work with, I won’t mention names, was telling me a story about living out in the country. I guess where he lived, there where cats everywhere and these feral beasts got into everything. I didn’t realize that that city folk, when they got tired of their pets, would take them out to country and let them go and some how a fair number of the cat family took up resident around his house.
Back when he was 4, he was out playing in a small children’s pool, you know one of those blue round ones you see at Walmart? And in his young mind, an idea popped up. He started running around in circles in the pool, making a whorl pool in the center and tossed 4 of these cats in. He knew his dogs could swim but wanted to see how well the cats did. Using his hand as a paddle, he kept the water moving like a merry-go-round. He thought the cats were alright because they kept moving with the water going around in circles. He was still making them go around when his uncle found him and he realized that 4 cats were dead.
Go forward in time more then 2 decades, he’s grown up into a well adjusted, responsible adult that most people could never imagine hurting a fly. There’s a big reunion where he takes his wife and kids to meet the rest of the family. And making the rounds with his wife, what’s the statement that kept popping up without fail? How is Iraq? Navy? How is your family doing?
Nope.
“I remember when you were a kid and killed all of those cats”.
Once you earn the name cat killer, you’ll can never live that down.
One of the guys I work with, I won’t mention names, was telling me a story about living out in the country. I guess where he lived, there where cats everywhere and these feral beasts got into everything. I didn’t realize that that city folk, when they got tired of their pets, would take them out to country and let them go and some how a fair number of the cat family took up resident around his house.
Back when he was 4, he was out playing in a small children’s pool, you know one of those blue round ones you see at Walmart? And in his young mind, an idea popped up. He started running around in circles in the pool, making a whorl pool in the center and tossed 4 of these cats in. He knew his dogs could swim but wanted to see how well the cats did. Using his hand as a paddle, he kept the water moving like a merry-go-round. He thought the cats were alright because they kept moving with the water going around in circles. He was still making them go around when his uncle found him and he realized that 4 cats were dead.
Go forward in time more then 2 decades, he’s grown up into a well adjusted, responsible adult that most people could never imagine hurting a fly. There’s a big reunion where he takes his wife and kids to meet the rest of the family. And making the rounds with his wife, what’s the statement that kept popping up without fail? How is Iraq? Navy? How is your family doing?
Nope.
“I remember when you were a kid and killed all of those cats”.
Once you earn the name cat killer, you’ll can never live that down.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sprung like a steel trap
As a shop we do physical training at Oh-dark-thirty in the morning on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I’m the first one to admit that I’m not a morning person, if you want me to do something important in the morning it’s best to hand me a note so I’ll remember to do it later. It’s not unusual not to expect me to talk more then greetings before say 9 or so in the morning and a couple of cups of coffee warming my belly. Well this post isn’t about my morning habits.
Sunday nights I usually go though a routine of getting my uniforms ready, making sure everything is where I can find it before the morning. As usual, I went to bed at around 10 and something woke me up and I looked over at the clock. Oh no, I’m going to be late, the dumb alarm didn’t wake me up. It was 20 after.
I shot out of bed moving faster then I thought it was possible for my chucky old ass to move, grabbed my wallet and keys and threw my clothes on while running to the bathroom to run my toothbrush across my teeth a total of 3 times then I rushed through the garage and hopped into my truck and pulled out.
I was running my tongue over the toothpaste chunks that were between my teeth and offhandedly reached over and switched the rock station that was playing to NPR so I could listen to the news on the way to work and out came classical music.
Huh?
I looked at the time again, 12:23, I had driven a quarter mile so I turned around and was snoozing by the time the clock said 12:30.
Sheesh, I’m a dork.
It’s been two days and I’m still discombobulated over waking up like that, like something has been missing, I wonder what woke me up anyways? Feels like earthquake weather (if there is a big earthquake in the next few days, I told you so). At least my wife is back in all of her green loveliness. It’s great having her home.
Sunday nights I usually go though a routine of getting my uniforms ready, making sure everything is where I can find it before the morning. As usual, I went to bed at around 10 and something woke me up and I looked over at the clock. Oh no, I’m going to be late, the dumb alarm didn’t wake me up. It was 20 after.
I shot out of bed moving faster then I thought it was possible for my chucky old ass to move, grabbed my wallet and keys and threw my clothes on while running to the bathroom to run my toothbrush across my teeth a total of 3 times then I rushed through the garage and hopped into my truck and pulled out.
I was running my tongue over the toothpaste chunks that were between my teeth and offhandedly reached over and switched the rock station that was playing to NPR so I could listen to the news on the way to work and out came classical music.
Huh?
I looked at the time again, 12:23, I had driven a quarter mile so I turned around and was snoozing by the time the clock said 12:30.
Sheesh, I’m a dork.
It’s been two days and I’m still discombobulated over waking up like that, like something has been missing, I wonder what woke me up anyways? Feels like earthquake weather (if there is a big earthquake in the next few days, I told you so). At least my wife is back in all of her green loveliness. It’s great having her home.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream
Words can't do it justice.. by Peter Zottolo
I think it's time for some Ice Cream
I think it's time for some Ice Cream
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Mobil Phone GPS Tracking
You ever wonder where your friends are? Try out this mobile phone tracker, it's great! Using a satellite map it can track any connected mobile phone with coverage anywhere in the world! (that is if the phone has GPS)
Type the number in to:
http://www.sat-gps-locate.com
and see if it works on your cell phone. A stalkers dream come true, might as well use it before they start charging.
Type the number in to:
http://www.sat-gps-locate.com
and see if it works on your cell phone. A stalkers dream come true, might as well use it before they start charging.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
What people think of me
Back in the day, I used to be a crazy rock climber and cliff diver, known by my friends for some of my free climbs on normally protected routes and my willingness to jump off of anything into water. Not because I lacked fear but I was addicted to challenging it. Believe me, I know I wasn't an amazing rock climber and knew climbers and cliff divers who did stuff which I thought was crazy and spectacular. I just appeared that way to people who lived a sedate life.
But this week, I’ve had 3 different people send me this picture saying they saw that and thought of me. Well it’s nice to know people are thinking of me at least.
Oh yes, I grew up in Northern Arizona, myself and buddy Larry made it a point to jump to rocks such as this. Most of those days are in the past, I'm older, slower and 50 pounds heavier (not quite fat though). Hopefully one day I’ll take it up again, at least I make a good splash cliff diving now.
Thanks everyone for your Navy milbloggies vote, I'm in the lead and there's only two days left of voting and also thanks for the donations, 350 dollars!
I won't be around much the next two days because I'm trying to study for my advancement exam on Thursday, hopefully I get it. Take care!
But this week, I’ve had 3 different people send me this picture saying they saw that and thought of me. Well it’s nice to know people are thinking of me at least.
Oh yes, I grew up in Northern Arizona, myself and buddy Larry made it a point to jump to rocks such as this. Most of those days are in the past, I'm older, slower and 50 pounds heavier (not quite fat though). Hopefully one day I’ll take it up again, at least I make a good splash cliff diving now.
Thanks everyone for your Navy milbloggies vote, I'm in the lead and there's only two days left of voting and also thanks for the donations, 350 dollars!
I won't be around much the next two days because I'm trying to study for my advancement exam on Thursday, hopefully I get it. Take care!
Monday, February 12, 2007
R.I.P. FHM
Tonight I was tasked by my lovely wife to stop by the store and buy her some “products”. When I shop, I tend to shop in a holistic manner, meaning I wander around and looking at everything and saying to my self "oh, I need that".
Today, I just happened to meander by the magazine rack and saw that FHM was publishing their last issue. Woah, considering it was one of the top read magazines in Iraq, they probably have millions of military dollars, for them to shut down is quite an event. Of course I had to have a look and when I opened it up, the first page I looked at had this guy's picture in the “Who The Hell Are You” section
Today, I just happened to meander by the magazine rack and saw that FHM was publishing their last issue. Woah, considering it was one of the top read magazines in Iraq, they probably have millions of military dollars, for them to shut down is quite an event. Of course I had to have a look and when I opened it up, the first page I looked at had this guy's picture in the “Who The Hell Are You” section
I know this guy, he had a talent for timing his movements perfect to the second when the photographer was pressing the button, this guy was quick and smooth and his funny looking mug adorned many a photo of mine.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
I’ve found religion
What happens after you die? Why do disasters happen? What happens when someone steals God’s lunch?
You can find the answer at God, Inc.
You can find the answer at God, Inc.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Gear Adrift
There’s a new website poking fun at the Navy from the inside called GearAdrift. I guess you could say this is our version of the Air Forces Chairforce only most of the stuff isn’t written by a cranky Airman called Joe the Fat.
Check them out, I think the site has some good potential.
Plus check out their plans on refurbishing our carrier fleet!
Check them out, I think the site has some good potential.
Plus check out their plans on refurbishing our carrier fleet!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Marines Vs Camel Spiders
Or what Doc did in Iraq when he was bored.
My original post about this was called "When stress comes calling" I just couldn't edit the video in country because it was filmed in a Quicktime format. Enjoy!!
A little back story behind me and bugs, back in 6th grade I got the tar beat out of me by two girls named Dian and Lynn for throwing beetles on them. Needless to say, I didn't learn my lesson, that camel spider at the end eating the lizard was Tito who is gracing my bar encased in fiberglass. Poor poor Tito, you can read his story here. No camel spiders were hurt in the making of the video (the one I threw had been squished and left for dead by one of my pilots outside my door)
My original post about this was called "When stress comes calling" I just couldn't edit the video in country because it was filmed in a Quicktime format. Enjoy!!
A little back story behind me and bugs, back in 6th grade I got the tar beat out of me by two girls named Dian and Lynn for throwing beetles on them. Needless to say, I didn't learn my lesson, that camel spider at the end eating the lizard was Tito who is gracing my bar encased in fiberglass. Poor poor Tito, you can read his story here. No camel spiders were hurt in the making of the video (the one I threw had been squished and left for dead by one of my pilots outside my door)
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