hob's online journal
Happy Birthday to Byron...on Tuesday!
June 28, 2004: Byron's birthday is actually on the 29th, so forgive me. But I can't update my site from work, and by the time I would get around to it on Tuesday, Byron would most likely be in bed. So Happy Birthday Byron! Sorry I can't take you out to dinner or something....remember when we all went to the Quinta de Martelo back in 2002 for your birthday? That place rocked! I hope that you have a good birthday with lots of cool presents and such.
So, here's something I've been meaning to post for a while, but kept forgetting about. When Sgt Jenny went on leave earlier this month (that nightmare seems like so long ago, the nightmare being the whole incident I ranted about earlier, which happened while she was gone), I gave her a list of questions to answer while she was on her long flight to Philadelphia. Here is the transcript of that question and answer session:
If these items were
in my hands, you’d get a heap of trouble, that’s what you’d
get. I’m not what you’d call “coordinated” or
“graceful”. Some would say that I’m not “smart”
either. Well I say BAH! Who effing cares what they think?! I can do a
double shot of Jack Daniels with no chaser and not make a face! I can
also pat my head and rub my belly at the same time! Who effing cares about
the price of beans in today’s economy, anyway? No one, that’s
Which one is cuter?
The one with the hundred dollar bill tied around his neck, that’s
which one. Also, if it’s owned by Hayden Christensen, then it’ll
win, hands-down. That’s the one I want to be.
I think it has something
to do with the ozone, and also sun spots.
What in the high hell are you talking about?! I don’t know nothin’ about no math. I’d take whatever would get me the most money. I’d probably have to hire one of those fancy money-people to figure it out for me, but what the hell, I just won $100,000,000. I think I can afford it.
Q4b: What would be the VERY FIRST THING you spend your money on? And I mean literally, the VERY FIRST THING?
Hmmmm….in all honesty, I’d probably buy a plane ticket and head out to Philly and get some mozzarella cheese fries. Then I’d hire some guy to move to Vegas and be my chef, and I’d eat cheese fries all day, every day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Nothing but cheese fries. Mmmmm…
Q4c: Who would you be willing to give money to if they asked, and who would you politely/rudely tell, sorry, no money for you?
give some money to those starving kids in that foreign country…you
know, Africa? They look like they could use it. I’d also give some
to the American Cancer Society, because cancer sucks. They could use it
to find a cure, then they’d have to name the cure after me. So all
these cancer people would be like “Oh no, I have cancer. I better
go get a shot of JennyJuice so that the cancer gets cured.” Wait….I
don’t think I want the cure to be named JennyJuice. That sounds
I tell him who my
crushes are now, so I don’t see why it would be any different at
my high school reunion. I’d be all, “Dude, I made out with
that guy in the 11th grade!” then slap high fives. He may not think
its funny, but I’m his ride home so he’ll have to just grin
and bear it.
I pick GI Joe, because
while Transformers are more than meets the eye, GI Joe has those cool
internet cartoons with the voice-overs. Transformers were never that cool.
Why would you make
me do something like that, you sadistic bastard? Why? That’s neither
fair nor funny. I hate this question. Go to hell, all of you.
I would ask him,
could he please stop licking the asses of other dogs in public because
not only is it gross, but it’s also embarrassing. Also, does my
ass look fat in these jeans.
say that Canada would be privately owned and would no longer be called
‘Canada’, but now ‘Jennsylvania’. And also, the
national flag would be green and red with a silhouette of Santa Claus
on it, because I’ve heard that he has a condo somewhere around there.
About as cool as
that guy from Road Trip~~you know, that one who ordered the French toast?
(Editor's Note - NOT FUNNY)
Well walking is out
of the question. Hmmm…the Amish don’t live that far east,
so I probably couldn’t hitch a ride on one of their buggies…
I’d probably go out on the street and start flipping gang signs
until someone either gave me a ride home or shot me.
Five. Six, if he
Well, I know that
you’re thinking that the obvious answer would be Schofield. But
you’d be wrong. Because, you see, if it’s 8:00, it’s
already ‘late’ in the morning and we would have already fielded
3 or 4 calls from him at that point. So I’ll guess….it’s
Capt Williams, calling to tell us how big our brains are.
I like candy.
That would be Major
Gerken. I don’t remember exactly why he said it…but I know
that he was making fun of me at the time.
Eh, I’ve been
to both places. I say Italy, because those guys are hot, and they’re
all in the mob. Also, their moms like to cook, so I’d never get
Well, aside from
the fact that it’s kind of dark out there, I’d say that the
lack of oxygen would probably be the kicker for me.
MAN!!! I still have
3 hours left on this flight. It’s effing packed. I’m tired,
I’m cranky, and I’m uncomfortable. I hate this.
Also, this is turning into the Sgt Jenny entry, so I also need to put
up a quote from her website that is absolutely hilarious:
I couldn't agree more. Thank you and goodnight.
I want to be in the School of Rock!
June 27, 2004: Well, before I get into that title, I have some pictures from the actual last going-away party for Jethro (he's had about 3 events total for his going-away, not even including his other pilot buddies' going aways for him). This one was at Judge's house out at Summerlin. Anyways, he's on his way to Tyndall, and we are without a boss for two months. Meaning, we all get to deal with the crap that comes up for the time being. Joy. So, here's the few pictures I took:
You know, I had all sorts of things to write about......it has been 6 days now. But now that I'm not really paying attention to what I'm typing and more to what's on TV (I'm watching Sunday night FOX stuff...Simpsons, Arrested Development, Malcolm - these shows are so damn funny). Well, let's see, I had lunch with my old UCLA roommate Rolondo this past week. I ran into him of course at the Nellis BX, where I seem to always run into someone from my Air Force past. Anyways, he's doing good. Wow, I'm really not paying attention to this. So, let's just get this done.
I also found some old pictures from the Azores that I had never downloaded before. Very cool. There's some from karaoke and some from when right before Jason left. You can also just go to the Azores page - I'm not done with it because I have a ton more pictures from them left to put up, but there are some good ones to see.
Oh, and about the School of Rock thing. I just watched it through the amazing thing called Entertainment on Demand over my Digital Cable. What a wonderful thing that is! Anyways, awesome movie. Jack Black is crazy hilarious fun. But the movie did give me some reinspiration to pursue my violin again. I can't exactly 'rock' with a violin, but just the whole playing a musical instrument vibe is back. So I'll have to give a violin instructor a call.
So now I'm done.
Spaceflight for the Masses
June 21, 2004: I'm finally done with the first of my classes back at the University of Phoenix. ORG 502 proved to be quite an interesting experience, what with team mates who went a tad crazy up to this very evening, when one of them DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP FOR THE FINAL PRESENTATION. Not even a call. I don't understand how people can be so unaccountable and irresponsible. I am relieved that I start up with a new learning team this next time. I hope that it ends up better.
Anyways, isn't it pretty cool that a private citizen pretty much drove himself into space today? Aided by a rocket-powered launch vehicle, he made his flight into space in what looks like a modified Learjet. Okay, I'm sure I could do better in the description dept, but whatever. It's a sign that perhaps space travel is going to make its way sooner rather than later to the common person. I think that's one thing I really really hope becomes somewhat reachable before I die. I'd love to see the Earth from space. Well, now that we've had that fascinating look into my mind, let's change the topic.
Well, actually, there's nothing else to talk about right now. I'm pretty
tired, and I should head to sleep. After all, it IS Tuesday tomorrow.
And you know how exciting Tuesdays can be, right? OH wait, that's right,
Robbie emailed me about something that sounds insanely cool, but also
daunting: a MARATHON VIEWING OF ALL THE TWIN PEAKS EPISODES! How freakin'
cool would that be? I haven't even seen the second season in years, because
I ended up selling my VHS copies when I had heard that they were going
to be released on DVD. Alas, only Season 1 was released (in a stellar
release, of course -- the picture was superb and had surround sound).
But fast forward two years, and STILL no Season 2. It's not right. So
the opportunity to finally see the whole thing again, with stars from
the show no less (Lucy and Ronette Pulaski, so far) is intriguing. It's
in Austin, so I'd have to venture out there, but I was planning on doing
that anyways. We'll just have to see what the schedules look like.
Happy Father's Day
June 20, 2004: Yep, today's Father's Day! I got to chat with Dad and leave a message with Harv. Other than that, I've been working on homework, watching lots of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 6 on DVD and finishing up the latest Stephen King book, Song of Susannah (which was in-freaking-credible! More on this book later). So it was pretty much a relaxing, uneventful Sunday. Yesterday was cool as I went over to "JoJo"'s house and played poker with a bunch of officer-types from work. It was great to lose $10 like that. Seriously. :-) But at least $10 lasted me for like 5 hours. Sweet. Also I went and played Blackjack at Sam's Town, winning $75 first, then going to the movies, and then giving that $75 right back. But it was nice to only lose winnings and not the initial investment. That's a first.
Anyways, I've started work on revising the movies section. Nothing groundbreaking,
as I plan to do with the DVD section, but it will make the movies section
easier to navigate.
Don't Let the Bastards Get You Down
June 17, 2004: Non Illegitamiti Carborundum - it means the title line above. It does not mean that you are illegitimate. So no cracks from the peanut gallery. It definitely is a motto that I need to adhere to, and I have this past week. And like I said yesterday, this week has been going good. Nothing major bad has happened, and it has allowed for a great week. So some thanks are in order: first, let me send a shout out to Michancy. She rocks. I miss her but it's great that we still talk. I never would have guessed it, but I honestly think she's going to be going far in the Air Force. Now, that wasn't a slam, the whole "I never would have guessed it", but I didn't think she wanted to stay in the Air Force. But some twists of fate have really put her in a great position and she's meeting a lot of great people (including me, of course, lucky her). I'm very impressed by her, namely for her unwillingness to let the shit destroy her will and selfworth. I am lucky to consider her still a friend. I also want to say thanks to Harv for helping keep me grounded. I know I said before that 2007 couldn't get here fast enough. But that's a sentiment I may back off of now because I always seem to forget that the 'other' side isn't always greener, and my great stepdad helped me remember that. Thank you guys for that. Byron, I swear I'm not avoiding you. Really!!!! But it's now 7:30 here and I don't want to chance waking up your young-un now. But to everyone out there, thanks for the support.
I also want to give warm fuzzies to the Eglin folks who are returning home tomorrow. Sgt Jenny and I had visitors for the past two weeks (fortunately not inspections!) and it really helped to get our spirits up. Lisa became my new queen. She rocks. Amn Fusco was surprisingly really funny. He got drafted into becoming the new slide-turner and flew out from Eglin after my little 'tirade' last week when I refused to let me or Jenny be the slide bitch. He had to do it, which I am sorry about. But we got an infrared keyboard finally and hopefully nobody else will have to do that crap anymore. But he persevered and during the limited time we interacted with him, he showed himself to be just as snarky and funny as me and Sgt Jenny are. Very nice. It was nice to have some other people to talk to who understood what the hell we were going through as comm troops. That was nice to have.
Okay, I'm feeling buzzed on a Thursday night after making two nice glasses
of diet coke and rum. A lot of rum. I'm such a lightweight. Till later,
Megan's going to DIE! -or- I'm not suicidal, people
June 16, 2004: Well, I'm back and I must say that I do appreciate the support that has been heaped upon me since my little nervous breakdown last week. Not my finest moment, I give you that. But I can honestly say that the first half of this year has been, for the most part, utter shit. Now, that is mainly the work aspect of things. My weekends I've been able to keep separate from the work feelings, for the most part. It has just been recently when it just got a little overwhelming. When reading what I wrote on the private page, yes, I was upset. And I still stand by what I said. But this past week has been showing signs of an upswing, even in the midst of our new conference center's inaugural voyage, which has gone stellar, thank you very much. I don't even think there's been one comm problem yet. KNOCK HEAVILY ON WOOD, POR FAVOR. And there hasn't been too much grief over anything. So it's made for a nice way to end each day lately, going home like I used to, thinking about what I should do tonight, as opposed to thinking what the hell am I going to do tomorrow morning to keep myself from killing someone. I think a lot of my upswing has been the frequent visits lately with family and friends. I've gotten to see quite a few people and it's done a lot to keeping me grounded. A lot of them have been very patient and willing to listen to me rant and rave, which I always appreciate. I'm a listener usually when people have problems, and it's nice to have someone else do the listening so I can vent. As Byron can attest to, once I vent out, I typically start on the road to getting better.
Anyways, I just wanted to reassure all of you that I won't be making a suicidal dive off the Stratosphere. If I gave that impression, I never meant to, and I apologize. I won't deny being upset or depressed, but never at a suicidal level.
So, this last weekend, Mom and Harv came up to Vegas with Auntie Helen and Uncle Steve to celebrate Helen's birthday. I saw them on Saturday night at Paris and Bally's (and lost $100 of my Mom's like That!), and then they all came over on Sunday to watch the LA Lakers get slaughtered by the Pistons on my wonderful widescreen TV. It was a lot of fun to host people over, and I can never hear enough about how nice my apartment is. Never enough. Below are some pictures that I took of the festivities, including Helen and her birthday pizza. I didn't have time to make a traditional Hobie cake - sorry Auntie Helen!
That definitely helped to see family! And like I said above, this week has been pretty okay. I hesitate to say it because I'll probably jinx it. But we'll see. As for those who've called me, I shall be returning your call shortly. I have been busy most of this week during the evening with school (our final presentation is this upcoming Monday - joy), and yesterday I just vegged after kickboxing (that helps get out aggression and stress too - pretending you're kicking or punching the shit out of those who need it) and missed quite a few phone calls that evening due to taking a really long Lake Mead-draining shower. Sorry.
Oh, and an explanation as to what the hell my headline is in reference
to: Well, Robbie was so kind to remind me of the AIA training videos for
almost all the subjects imaginable - the "Megan's going to DIE"
comes from Robbie's favorite video, which was for Privacy Act. A careless
and evil airman is going through medical records and finds a record for
Megan saying she has an incurable disease. He promptly goes and tells
everyone that Megan's going to die. Nice. My favorite though, is for Suicide
Awareness training. Robbie also quoted that in the guestbook, with one
of my all time favorite lines. You say this line after someone has started
talking to you and it is fairly obvious they are sad or depressed about
something and might want to talk about it. After they let you respond,
your response must be: "I'm really busy now. Can we talk about this
Monday?" I use it every chance I get. :-) Good times, those AIA videos.
The Folks are in town!
June 11, 2004: Well, I shall be seeing Mom and Harv this weekend as they are here in Las Vegas, as is my aunt Helen and uncle Steve. I look forward to seeing all of them! I'll have some pictures up hopefully soon once the weekend is over.
So I slept in till 10:30 this morning. It was fantastic. I hadn't done
that in a LONG time. It's cool to finally have to get out of bed because
you're sore from laying down too much. I then went and rewatched Harry
Potter 3. It got even better the second time around. Highly recommend
this movie! I also just watched the Die Hard DVD again. Is that movie
possibly the best action movie ever? Hans Gruber is the best, coolest
villain ever created. His final scene, with him falling out the window
and 40 stories down, is infamously amazing. Everything just works so perfectly
in this movie. And Bruce Willis rules. I am always entertained by Bruce
Willis, and he's turned out to be one of my favorite actors in Hollywood.
One of my favorites of his is Death Becomes Her, which unfortunately has
a horrible DVD version out. I'm holding out for a reissue of that one
before buying it.
June 10, 2004: I've just spent the past hour typing
up a very long blech passage about my take on what's been going on. I
honestly don't think it's appropriate to put up on the site in plain view,
as I never know who's actually reading it. My frankness could get me in
trouble with the military for insubordination or inappropriateness or
whatever. Anyways, click here
to be taken to the page. It will require you to have a username and password.
If you have access, it'll be your first name as your username and your
last name as your password. If you can't get in and want to, send me an
email and I'll get you your password and logon immediately. But make sure
to form a single file line, please.
From Vegas to Long Beach to Hanford and back again
June 8, 2004: Quote from May 31 entry: Do I HAVE to go back to work? <sigh> Don't really want to. End Quote. I really shouldn't have gone back. I did and Wednesday was a colossally fucked up day. Do I really want to write about it? Not yet. I think there's some resolution that still needs to occur, or at least some time so I can do some reflecting. Perhaps I will be able to talk about it objectively once all is said and done and things are different. As of now, I have reclaimed much of my sanity and can work there, although the balance I maintain is delicate indeed. If this all sounds cryptic, it needs to be. But all will be explained one day soon. And it will be great to get it out for others to judge and make opinions about. I just don't think the few of us involved can be purely crazy and deluded and way off base. In fact, I know we're not. It's just.....grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! The idiocy of it all. What it boils down to is I'm sick and tired of it and it's not worth being in the service if this is the kind of shit I have to deal with. 2007 can't get here fast enough. Seriously.
So how did I get my sanity back? My Dad and Pat came to California and I got to spend 4 days with them. That was the best thing that could have happened after Wednesday. Here's where you can read all about it, and see some pictures. Good stuff. I sure do miss seeing them.
Anyways, this past weekend was one of the last ones I was looking forward
to. I now need to plan some stuff to do so I can focus on positive stuff
and stay away from the negative shit. School sorta helps, but drama seems
to follow me around this month, as my learning team pretty much fell apart,
although we've gone a long way towards repairing it. I mean, seriously,
my career and education used to be so undramatic last year. I don't remember
bitching THIS MUCH about it before. What the fuck happened, mate? But
back to planning stuff. I need to get out and do something fun this weekend
again. But what....? I'll fill you in if I think of something, and it's
not just getting blitzed at the Hofbrauhaus, although that does sound
like a good time!
Shoot me an email if you want to. I may respond. (okay, you know I will - what else have I got to do?)