Where did I leave the frickin' blender again?
Okay, I'm not that clever, I stole it from a cartoon I saw at the bookstore.
I'm home on leave for a couple of weeks, so I'm kinda sorta blogging again. So I can get it all out of the way at once, Iraq. You wanna know what it's like? Go outside (you'll need a friend.) Find an overfilled portajohn and stand next to it. Get your friend to put a blowdrier in your face on high. Have him throw sand in your face occasionally. Periodically pick up 80 lb weights and put them down after a while. Have someone randomly set off firecrackers . Stop having sex for about six months at a time. Don't sleep. Ever. You won't know what Iraq's like, but you'll be getting closer.
In short, it's hot, mortars are LOUD (although they don't seem to do much else), and IEDs suck donkey balls. I've been back about a week. Traveled around Washington some, visited some friends. Knit two hats, one for me, and one for my wife. Went to the top of the Space Needle in Seattle. Played Stairway on the theremin. Yeah. That's right. A freakin' theremin. Link {Zepplin rules!} Haven't run an inch since I've been home.......sigh. Sex, sex, sex, and then more sex......contented sigh.
I'll write more later, I've got plenty of material. I'm just too tired now to be properly funny and such.
P.S. I learned to play guitar while I was over there. That's right, I'm absorbing your powers one by one. Dharma's knitting, Ted's guitar, Whip's nuclear flaming.....still workin' on that one. hmmmmmm.....Peace out. I'm taking a hot bath. (God, I missed those.)