A string of unconnected mini-entries
Mar. 9th, 2006 01:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saint_monkey1) Our downstairs neighbor, Roger, has a shrine to Barbie out in the hallway in front of his apartment. He also has an action figure of "Mr Clean." He always has Barbie and Mr Clean arranged in some show of a sex act. Usually Barbie is in a position of gratifying Mr. Clean. Either blowing him, or offering herself up for rear entry. I can't see Barbie and Mr Clean enjoying that, day in and day out (so to speak,) every second of the day. So a few times I have re-arranged the figures as I pass, once arranging Barbie on Mr Clean's face, (turnabout is fair play) and that stayed for a little while, and once I took Barbie, zipped up her swimsuit, and put her on the back of the purple sequined elephant that also adorns the shrine, figuring that they deserve a holiday every now and again. This was changed immediately back to Barbie servicing Mr Clean. I felt very sad. Barbie has a poor existence. She strikes me as a sex slave. Sure, she doesn't have the best reputation, I mean, she's Barbie. But nobody deserves that. But at least the guy is clean.
2) We watched "Jarhead" last night. I thought it was a really good movie. Mystery read a lot of reviews when it first came out, where the reviewers were upset with the movie calling it a "war movie with no war." But that was a pretty good description of the first gulf war itself. A war with no war. I remember the gulf war, and how excited all my dorm-mates in the Air Force were. They were finally going to go to war. They played Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" and talked about how it was going to be as much fun as their old high school football days. Then they all got really drunk and played Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American" over and over while standing on a waterbed. Eventually the waterbed broke, flooding the dormitory with water. I was more terrified that night than I have ever been, because I thought there might be a chance that I would have to go and be killed, or to go and kill someone. (less about that than dying myself, let's be honest.) Eventually I came to realize that we were not expendable enough to send to Iraq, (We were operators in the control room for the global positioning system, we actually had quite a lot to do in the war, finding and uploading telemetry for the smart bombs, which consisted of playing a lot of Euchre and loading magnetic tapes onto tape drives for several hours at a time. Heck of a way to kill people in Iraq, loading tapes in colorado springs while trying to steal tricks.) So anyhow, Jarhead is dead-on, based on the testimony of friends that I met later who were in the first Iraq conflict.
3) Remember that whole "smuggling cocaine in puppies" thing that happened about a month ago? Well, I was thinking the other night, that it must be a miserable life, running around and seeing things like puppies and your thought is, "I bet I could put two kilos in that." Everything is an angle for smuggling drugs. I wonder what that those people think when they look at their kids, or at their mom? I think sometimes, that legalizing drugs would fix this. We would take away that motivation. But I also think that people like that, were drugs legalized tomorrow, would move to some other illicit way of making a lot of money. These people deal drugs cause it is the quickest way to make an obscene amount of money, and they are sick with greed. Were drugs not available, they'd move on to something else that is interdicted and illegal I think, like sex slaves.
2) We watched "Jarhead" last night. I thought it was a really good movie. Mystery read a lot of reviews when it first came out, where the reviewers were upset with the movie calling it a "war movie with no war." But that was a pretty good description of the first gulf war itself. A war with no war. I remember the gulf war, and how excited all my dorm-mates in the Air Force were. They were finally going to go to war. They played Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" and talked about how it was going to be as much fun as their old high school football days. Then they all got really drunk and played Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American" over and over while standing on a waterbed. Eventually the waterbed broke, flooding the dormitory with water. I was more terrified that night than I have ever been, because I thought there might be a chance that I would have to go and be killed, or to go and kill someone. (less about that than dying myself, let's be honest.) Eventually I came to realize that we were not expendable enough to send to Iraq, (We were operators in the control room for the global positioning system, we actually had quite a lot to do in the war, finding and uploading telemetry for the smart bombs, which consisted of playing a lot of Euchre and loading magnetic tapes onto tape drives for several hours at a time. Heck of a way to kill people in Iraq, loading tapes in colorado springs while trying to steal tricks.) So anyhow, Jarhead is dead-on, based on the testimony of friends that I met later who were in the first Iraq conflict.
3) Remember that whole "smuggling cocaine in puppies" thing that happened about a month ago? Well, I was thinking the other night, that it must be a miserable life, running around and seeing things like puppies and your thought is, "I bet I could put two kilos in that." Everything is an angle for smuggling drugs. I wonder what that those people think when they look at their kids, or at their mom? I think sometimes, that legalizing drugs would fix this. We would take away that motivation. But I also think that people like that, were drugs legalized tomorrow, would move to some other illicit way of making a lot of money. These people deal drugs cause it is the quickest way to make an obscene amount of money, and they are sick with greed. Were drugs not available, they'd move on to something else that is interdicted and illegal I think, like sex slaves.
