While working the old Ear magic at a little Springs bar last night, I became that much more sure that I need to get that MSW. And if that doesn't work oot, I'll tend bar. [Working that magic is even easier when your clients are drunk.]

Some people might blame PTSD. But I think it's the neverending stupidity that makes me want to kick the living shit out of one of my bosses.

In case you ever get deployed, do not leave your backpack unattended outside the chow hall. It could be stolen or... blown up by EOD.

Today I pooed in a portaloo.

I thought John Ashcroft had pretty well hit rock bottom when he lost an election to a dead man. However, yesterday while eating my lunch I saw him being criticized by John Dean [who lumped him in as one of his "Conservatives Without Conscience"]. Now I'm not sure which is worse.

Discuss.

I don't need drugs. I have John Fahey.

"In the end, I would rather be Cole Porter than God."

It's official. Neko Case is on my list.

Yesterday I worked with a very good-looking young man. Sparks definitely flew.

In other news, I also learned never to assume that the dumbass private I'm working with has properly disconnected the batteries of the vehicle we're working on.

One thing I don't miss about E.L. is the sight of Johnny Spirit in a diaper on Valentine's Day.