You're so evil, you belong in an evil petting zoo. It's time design your villain outfit, form an evil organization, and declare open war on the superhero of your choice.

Also, you're probably lots of fun to be around. Supervillains always are. They have style.

But....you all knew that already......

"10 MILLION Dollars......"Dr Evil

To my friend, Joel.....Happy Birthday!

A group of us went to the Turnign Stone Casino last night to throw away some cash and to see Lewis Black live. I had a blast. I am now a lover of the Carribbean Stud game. Its easy and the only guy I have to beat.....is the damned Dealer, curse his monkey ass. I was up near $200 at one point but ....due to the damned surity that the "next hand" would go better I came home lighter than I went.

Now....Lewis Black.......This guy is a fucking Genius!

I haven't laughed so hard in years...yes....years. Best line of the night? He was tellling a story about being in Salt Lake shooting a movie for several months and he decied to go on the tour of the Mormon Temple there. In the last room they have a 12 foot tall animitronic Jesus who will talk to you and try and help you re-evaluate the course of your life. He said " I stopped taking drugs years ago......but I stayed there in that room all afternoon because it was the closest I have ever come to halicinations on that scale.....I don't care what faith you are...Jew, Christian, Muslim, hell...Viking.....When a 12 foot tall Jesus standing in a desert is telling you what he thinks.....you believe every goddam word that comes out of his mouth".

There were more but that was damned funny.......my delievery in text leaves a lot to be desired but I'm telling you......I was dying.

Later we went to the Family Camp and while channel surfing we happened upon the William Shatner Roast. In a room full of supposed Comics and funny people, George Takei was the funniest guy there. He blew people out of the water......No one expected it which made their responses even more priceless.

Oh...Andy Dick? You are Gay as the day is long, son.......admit it and move on....... the outrage only made you look more like a Queen than ever. When you are a Roaster....you better damned sure plan on becoming a Roastee.

Anyway....Happy Birthday to Joel

I'll post later about where to send all the skirts for the Frenchman.

How have the French survived with No Spine and No Intestinal Fortitude?

For that matter....how have they continued to reproduce when they seems to have no Balls either?

The Iranian response was "ambiguous"?!?
How about...."They told us to go screw ourselves with a stick of French Bread"?

And Lebenon.....
Only when the yellow stripe that runs down the collective National Spine in France was seen to be wrapping around to the belly button did they step up and commit troops to a plan THEY brokered in the first place.

I swear to God I'm going to start a clothing drive to send skirts to every male in France so he can dress like he acts.

Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son.
-Dean Vernon Wormer
-Animal House

For absolute Clarity.....

If you did not hear the words come from my mouth yourself.....

Then its Bull Shit.....

Period.

Why I can be closer to the guys I went to War with for 18 months than people I have known for years.....

I've been thinking about it a lot the last week or so and I think I can sort of explain it. Its kind of like being in a fraternity or a sorority. You live with them, eat with them, share a room with them but its more.....you work with them and its not flipping burgers or selling t-shirts.......its getting shot at daily and having people try to blow you up 3 or 4 times a week. Its agonizing while listening to a fire fight on the radio, wishing you were there because Joes you know are in the shit. Its knowing that if you get hurt, they WILL come for you....try to save you....or at the very least, they will bring you home. Knowing this.....not thinking it, not saying it like a platitude but doing it. You don't think you trust these guys with your life, you don't say you trust them with your life....you just DO.

Now....I have friends back here. We eat dinner together from time to time. We hang out....watch movies, play games.....you know....'normal' stuff. Some of them are more like family to me than my blood family. Are any of them as close to me as the guy I was borderline hating in my platoon? No....and its not due to any failings on their part.....its the difference between absolute certainty tested again and again under fire and an absence of that same certainty based on daily life back here in the 'real world'.

I was at a Scottish games this weekend. At the closing Massed Bands they played Amazing Grace for almost 5 minutes. My thoughts drifted to those I served with who fell and those who have fallen since and I was wiping away tears for Brothers I have never met. Had they played Taps I think I would have wept openly.

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Henry V by William Shakespeare

I planned to go the the Ren Faire's close ceremonies today but when I came home after a very late breakfast with a friend from out of town, I laid down to take a little nap.....and set by clock to get up so I could go and be there for about 4 hours. Note to self.....pay attention to the AM / PM indicator on the alarm setting when you are tired. Mine was off by 12 hours.......so.......once I figured I'd have about an hour on the ground there to enjoy what was left od the day...I said, screw it.

On the up side.....I tripled my sleep for the weekend by missing out on this. YAY!