The worst thing, the absolute worst thing when reading a book on military history is the lack of maps. That is just fucken incomprehensible. I have always fucken hated that ever since I started reading about and got interested in military history when I was 10. How the fuck can you npot have maps that are fucken clear with cities that the text ( Read more... )

You come on down the stairs and see the multitude of shadows clad in funereal wear and you realize looking over the sea of black haired heads as intimidating as spikes on Huns' helmets that you are one of them. You are drawn, inexorably, like a ship down into a maelstrom that you too are being sucked down into that killing mass; killing of freedom ( Read more... )

Evaporation of stress.

For now.

I have to get used to not being stressed.

I hope.

So I got drunk last night after wife and child went to sleep last night. I looked at all my boardgames and realized I'll never play them. I don't have anyone to play with. That's ok. I'd rather play them solitaire than stoop to play with unreliable people who's only connection between us is things we do.

Bitch, bitch, whine, whine, complain, complain.

Man...

Disappointment.

I just finished a book I've been waiting sixteen years to read and man was it disappointing. The kicker probably is though that if I had read it sixteen years ago I wouldn't have understood it like I, obviously, understand it now.

Parzival, where was your great truth?

You can only read so much before you surf and you can only surf so much before you go to sleep. After, repeat cycle.

I love this 'job'!

I get it! I get it now! I'm NOT here to teach. Nope, am not! I'm here to be the 'foreign color'. That's it. I get it now!

It's a New Year. Yay!

In other news, a hernia in the neck is scary.

I have a great fear for our child. This fear, really, keeps me up at nights and roils in my gut. After teaching kids, this fear is magnified ( Read more... )

Add to the dumbness file ( Read more... )