Thursday, October 12, 2006

I refuse to update.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Metallica + S&M (The Ecstasy of Gold + The Call of Ktulu + Master of Puppets) x Baddass Orchestra + Logitech Surround Sound(7.1) + BIG ASS SUBWOOFER = Pissing Off The Neighbors

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

On Tuesday the 25th of July, not just the U.S. Navy, but the United States of America mourned the loss of one of its precious own…

RICHMOND, Virginia - Carl M. Brashear, the first black U.S. Navy diver, who was portrayed by Cuba Gooding Jr. in the 2000 film "Men of Honor", died Tuesday. He was 75.
Brashear died at the Naval Medical Center Portsmouth of respiratory and heart failure, the medical center said.
Brashear retired from the Navy in 1979 after more than 30 years of service. He was the first Navy diver to be restored to full active duty as an amputee, the result of a leg injury he sustained during a salvage operation.
"The African-American community lost a great leader today in Carl Brashear," Gooding said of the man he played alongside Robert DeNiro, who was Brashear's roughneck training officer in "Men of Honor". "His impact to us as a people and all races will be felt for many decades to come."
In 1966, Brashear was assigned to recover a hydrogen bomb that dropped into waters off of Spain when two U.S. Air Force planes collided. During the mission, Brashear was struck below his left knee by a pipe that the crew was using to hoist the bomb out of the water. Brashear was airlifted to a naval hospital where the bottom of his left leg was amputated to avoid gangrene. It later was replaced with a prosthetic leg.
The Navy was ready to retire Brashear from active duty, but he soon began a grueling training program that included diving, running and calisthenics.
"Sometimes I would come back from a run, and my artificial leg would have a puddle of blood from my stump. I wouldn't go to sick bay because they would have taken me out of the program," Brashear said in 2002 when he was inducted into the Gallery of Great Black Kentuckians. "Instead I'd go hide somewhere and soak my leg in a bucket of hot water with salt in it - that's an old remedy I learned growing up."
Brashear faced an uphill battle when he joined the Navy in 1948 at the age of 17, not long after the U.S. military desegregated.
"I went to the Army office, and they weren't too friendly," Brashear said in 2002. "But the Navy recruiter was a lot nicer. Looking back, I was placed in my calling."
Brashear, the son of poor sharecroppers in Sonora, Kentucky, quickly decided after boot camp that he wanted to become a deep-sea diver.
"Growing up on a farm in Kentucky, I always dreamed of doing something challenging," he said. "When I saw the divers for the first time, I knew it was just what I wanted."
In 1954, he was accepted and graduated from the diving program, despite daily battles with discrimination, including having hate notes left on his bunk.
He went on to train for advanced diving programs before his 1966 incident.
"He kept to himself personally, but his military life was an open book," said Junetta Brashear, his first wife, who lives in Portsmouth, near Brashear's home in Virginia Beach.
She said Brashear's health started to deteriorate about three years ago, but that he had experienced problems ever since the amputation.
Brashear married childhood friend Junetta Wilcox in 1952, and had four children - Shazanta, DaWayne, Phillip and Patrick - before their divorce in 1978. He later married Hattie R. Elam and Jeanette A. Brundage.
The family has not yet made funeral arrangements.
Sound Off...

“Hand... Salute!”
Today we salute a Man of Honor, the type of man that is far, far too scarce in today’s world. The type of man that the world needs at this time of strife. May his soul find endless peace in the Great Sea that he is undoubtedly diving through.
“Ready… Two!”

Monday, June 05, 2006

I HAVE NO BAR!!!

I'm serious, there is no bar over my text box... all I have is the font, font size, bold, itallics, color, link, justifications, numbering, bullets, quotes, spell check, images, and formatting.

there is no bar!

god damn blogger bull-shit!

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

The best song EVER: (especially for short people)

And no I'm not a lyricist, so dont bust my ass cause I dont know how to write lyrics.

Randy Newman - Short People:

Short people got, no reason
Short people got, no reason
Short people got, no reason
To liiiive

They got,
Little hands
Little eyes

They walk around
Tellin big big lies

They got,
Little noses
Tiny little teeth

They wear,
Platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well I
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people,
'Round here

Short people are just the same as you and I

Not for fools such as I

All men are brothers until they day they die

Thats a wonderful world

Short people got, nobody
Short people got, nobody
Short people got, nobody
To love

They got
Little bearly legs
They stand so low

You gotta
Pick them up
Just to say 'hello'

They got
Little cars that go "beep beep beep"

They got
Little voices goin "deep deep deep"

They got
Grubby little fingers
Dirty little minds

They gonna get you
Every time

Well I
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people,
'Round me
This God-damned thing won't let me post titles!

Thursday, May 18, 2006

It really pisses me off how even a portion of the American public can protest against this war. I know that everyone is entitled to their own opinion but it still pisses me the fuck off. I don't like the war, but I'm sitting here waiting for an IA (Individual Augmentation) to come my way and order me off to the land of the sand people.

It isn't your (or 'our' for that matter) choice whether or not we go to war, the best we can do is suck it up and support the ones that have to deal with the bull shit.

I myself can't wait to get home and get into a conversation with somebody that says they would protest, or have protested, against this war. They will walk away with a very broken nose.

When I was back home I didn't think it mattered to the ones that were off and away what was said back in the states. I always thought they were too far away to really care. Now that I'm here and I've seen the effect it can have on the ones here with me, I have come to appreciate what just a little bit of support from home can do. And how much damage even the smallest bit of dissent can cause.

I sit in the galley eating the shitty food and on the TV I see a list of fallen Marines, Soldiers, Airmen, and Seamen scroll down the screen. So I look over the names and then when the screen changes I see a CNN bulletin or some shit saying there has been another protest against the war or some other shit like that.

How do you people think that makes me feel?

How about the people over there already that will watch the same thing after it has been recorded and sent over.

We have no choice. We don't have to like it, we are here regardless. And I don't wanna see a comment attached to this telling me I never should have raised my hand in the first place. I am DAMN proud of what I do, what I have done, and what I have yet to do for my country.

So America, to those of you that are behind us, Hoo-Rah.

To those of you that are in front of us, Fuck You.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

I have decided that I now hate Green Day's "Wake Me Up When September Ends". And my Ipod. It seems that every time I turn the God-Damned thing on, that song is always played within the first 10 minutes.

And of course me being in the military means that whenever I hear it I am reminded of home and all the things I wish I had done or done differently.

Fuck you Green Day.

Fuck you Ipod.

..... God damnit.