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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Bucket List IV

Via Fancy and Shmancy
(The new additions are at the bottom under the line.)
  • Spend New Year's Eve in Times Square
  • Scuba dive
  • Stargaze under the biggest sky on the darkest night
  • Attend ComicCon
  • Roadtrip to Maine and/or Canada
  • Have a restaurant give me food for singing
  • Be on the radio, sometime, somehow 
  • Be in a choreographed performance of "Beat It"
  • Get myself a motorcycle license.
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  • Host a huge blanket fort slumber party a la Troy and Abed in Community (Season 2, Episode 9).  It will be complete with pillow fights, hide and seek, sodas and popcorn, card games, and some great movie like Lion King.  You are totally invited.
  • Audition and be cast in a community theatre show.  Preferably more than as an extra. 
  • Be a camp counselor.  For real.  This has been one of my desires for years.  I was given a pair of the Chacos for Christmas (thanks, you two), and now I have no excuse.  I really, really, really want to be a camp counselor.  So bad.
  • So.  Bad.
Abed: We're too big for this, aren't we?
Troy: Yeah...  But if we went two pillows higher in the corner we could vault the ceiling!
Please watch this clip.  It's so worth it.
Season 2, Episode 9 "Conspiracy Theories and Soft Defenses"


Human Moment #68

This one's just a mini moment, but it made both of us smile.

I was calling my insurance to cancel my policy, and the lady on the other end was, as expected, very routine about the whole deal.  "And what is your policy number?"
"[..] Four, six, and... um, "v" as in... vulcan."
"Haha.  Never heard that one before."
We continued with everything else as normal as you please, but I felt a special unspoken connection with her the whole 6 and a half minutes.

"Vulcan" was the only V word I could think of, honest.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Beautiful Things!

Guys!  Guys!  Mr. Gene and his wife totally love me!  And!  I love them back!  It's so cool to go to over to their house and to feel completely welcomed and appreciated.  Very sweet indeed.  The first time I went over for editing, he greeted me happily and asked if I wanted anything to eat or to drink.  I denied at first, but, after thinking a bit more, I asked for a glass of water.  He brought the drink over to me and said, "I put a bit of vodka in there, too."  Just for kicks!  What a hilarious dude!

An hour or so later, when we were in the throes of our editing, he asked again.  "You sure you don't want some hard candy?"  No, no thank you. He pops one into his mouth.  "Keeps me sweet... while I'm turning to a hard maniac." (He hasn't struck me as the maniac type yet.)

Today we finished all the editing of his Vietnam tablets.  I'm also going to be typing up two other short stories and an introduction for him as well as editing a series of stories about his father!  This is the super-super cool part.  Get this!  His father... was a hobo!  for real!  From 12 to 17, his dad was a hobo!  I've gotten to read two of the stories so far, and I am in love with them.  I can't wait to share a couple with you!

First, though, here's the conclusion to the one posted from before.

(Bart, continued)
Even though only a week had passed since the division had arrived, already hovels were springing up, roads were being cut and the pattern for this small city that would eventually arise was well established.  It was nicknamed the “Golf Course” in memory of better times in more pleasant places.  No golf would be played here; only more serious games.

The first lift was on its way.  They were scheduled to arrive at the LZ’s precisely two minutes after Bart and his aerial artillery had prepared the LZ’s.  The crackle of commands crowded the radio frequencies and everything was going as scheduled.

Bart made contact with the C and C (Command and Control) chopper and at 0812 began the preparatory fire.

While the 2nd Platoon prepared the LZ’s, firing around the edges of the tree lined LZ’s, Bart and Sam took aim on the suspected machine gun position.

 Sam was flying, relieving Bart for his command function.  He began his run at 1,500 feet above ground level (AGL) and dove pointing the gunship at the exact coordinates given to them by S2.

At 1,200 feet AGL he released the first pair of rockets.  Slightly left of target, he adjusted accordingly.  Strange orange-green baseballs were flying by him on all sides.  He didn’t have time to analyze what these unfamiliar objects were as his mind was totally immersed in bringing his rockets to bear on his target.

Each pair was closer to his intended target until finally he was dead on.  He switched the selector switch to four pair and again pressed the red fire button on the cyclic control.

            The right rocket streaked towards the target and exploded in a fiery frenzy exactly where Sam had intended.  The orange baseballs stopped.

“Bullseye!” said  Sam, justifiably proud of his gunnery as he began his break.
“Not bad, pad’nah.  Not bad a’tall—especially under fire,” answered Bart coolly.

“What fire?” questioned Sam.

“Pad’nah, those orange-green things flying by were tracers from a 14.5, and I got to hand it to you, Sam, you just held it steady as a rock.  Cool Hand Luke.”  Bart laughed.

  “Damn! You mean those bastards were shooting back?  Sure as hell ain’t like Benning.”   Sam, suddenly relieved, laughed with Bart.

Meanwhile, the first lift was dropping its load of infantry into the landing zone.  “Armed Falcon 66 this is Skyhawk 6 – over.”  This was the Brigade Commander in the C.C shopper.

“This is Armed Falon 66 – over.”

“Roger.  We’ve got a hot LZ here.  Recommend you bounce another section or two until we get things settled down.”

“Wilco.”  On Battalion frequency, Bart bounced the 1st Platoon and then called the 2nd Platoon leader who was above the LZ.

“64 this is 66, status please.”

“Roger, 66, we’ve still got about twelve rockets each, but, at the rate we’re going, we’ll be dry soon.”

“Ok 64, help is on the way.”

“66 and 64, this is 64 Alpha, over.”  This was the call sign of the 1st section leader of 2nd Platoon.  Both Bart and his 2nd platoon leader acknowledged.

“Got a small problem here.  Took some fire on the second pass and my controls seem to be getting a bit stiffer.”

Six four Alpha was Capt. Pete Brokaw former Syracuse right guard and his copilot was Capt. Steve Stumpf who wrestled varsity at West Point.  If the controls were stiff for those two…

“64 Alpha this is 66.  Try your auxiliary hydraulics.”

“Roger, we’ve already tried.  Doesn’t seem to help much.”

“Ok, turn heading 180°.  We’ll be there in a minute.”

A dirt road ran north/south in the middle of Happy Valley.  A small stream roughly paralleled the road and crossed its path several times.  At these crossings, the bridge had been destroyed so the road would dip five or six feet to ford the stream before rising back to the mean valley level.  Refugees were already streaming down the road fleeing the fighting a few miles north.

“64 Alpha, 66.  How are things holding up?”

“Not too good, 66.  Seems to be getting progressively worse.”  There was no panic in the voice, only concern.

“Roger.  We’re going down to clear the folks off the road and I want you to make a running landing.  We’ll pick you up and carry you home.  Skyhawk 6 have you been monitoring?”

“Roger, Armed Falcon 66.  We’ll get a platoon over there to protect your bird until you can get a crane to lift it out.”

“Thanks, 6.”

Bart and Sam buzzed the road sending refugees scattering.  They landed nearby and by wild gesturing got the remaining refugees off the dirt roadway as 64 Alpha began their shallow approach.  Bart and Sam stood together beside their still running ship and watched.  Both were still attached to the radio by the communication cord of their helmets.

“Bart, I think they’re going to land short in that dip,” Sam observed.

“I’m afraid you’re right, Sam,” said Bart watching the wounded gunship only about ten feet off the ground now headed toward the arroyo-like dip.  Suddenly the gunship lurched as the pilots fought to keep it out of the hazard.  Their flight now dangerously slow, the tail swung right and into a lovely palm.  The entire tail section became detached dropping crazily to the ground.

Now in a wild flight, the helicopter began to spin.  The door gunner came flying out the door but, tethered by a crew chief harness, was soon lurched back inside like a human yoyo.  Bart and Sam stood frozen with their mouths agape.  They watched as the spinning helicopter flew overhead and, with its nose pointed straight earthward, disappeared over a hill.

“Let’s go, Sam!” shouted Bart jumping back into his seat.  And, with Sam beside him, both convinced that they’d be picking up remains in a helmet, they flew over the small hill behind which the crash had surely taken place.

And there beside the foreshortened Huey stood two angrily cursing captains, a shaking crew chief, and an infantryman as pale as a ghost.

“Well I’ll be…” said Sam as they landed beside the wreck.

“Skyhawk 6, this is Armed Falcon 66.  Save your platoon, 64 Alpha didn’t leave enough aircraft to save so we’re going to destroy it here.  I’ll take them to base and be back ASAP.”

“Roger, 66.  Is the crew alright?”

“Everybody’s A-OK.  Somebody up there must have been watchin’ out awful close.  Out.”

The rain had stopped, and the sky began to clear.  The first operation, despite its hairy moments, had been successful and a Special Forces Camp was established in Happy Valley.  Capts. Brokaw and Stumpf were awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross though both knew that they had not a damn thing to do with landing that bird.  No, someone or something else had taken the controls.

"Needless to say the rainy season sucked at the Golf Course ....
RVN September 1965 (An Khe) Image courtesy of Ed Lemp"
Via:  VHPA Museum

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 Aaaand...
Look!  I've found beautiful things to share!

A list of happy December things.

I must paint my walls like this before I die.

Gotta love ninjas.  (Or else they'll kill you in your sleep.)  (I kid, I kid.)  (No really, look behind you.)

Millie and I saw this wallet at Blue Skies in Chattanooga.  I instantly fell for it.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Bucket List III + Links

Bucket List developments.
(The new additions are at the bottom under the line.)
  • Spend New Year's Eve in Times Square
  • Scuba dive
  • Stargaze under the biggest sky on the darkest night
  • Attend ComicCon
  • Roadtrip to Maine and/or Canada
  • Have a restaurant give me food for singing
  • Be on the radio, sometime, somehow 
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  • Be in a choreographed performance of "Beat It," just for the heck of it, and because my small dance group only did lyrical choreography to contemporary Christian music instead of getting to perform "Thriller" like previous groups
  • Get myself a motorcycle license.
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Family dinners bring the best quotes.
All four of us got to have dinner together this evening.  This means that we got to laugh our heads off for a while over food.  The most memorable episode began when Dad pretended to be frustrated with whatever we girls were jabbering about.  "I'm going to my happy place now," he says.  He closes his eyes, and tilts his head as he pretends to imagine breezy palm trees and tasty desserts.  My sister and I immediately begin to question him about his happy place.  Where is it?  What's it look like?  Can we come?
"No, you can't come to my happy place.  You can't get in."
"What, do you have a bouncer?"
 "Yes."
"What's he like?"
"He's mean and angry."
"Will he let us in because we're cute?"
This pestering doesn't get us anywhere far, so I pretend to go to my own happy place.  Taylor gets real quiet, too.  Finally, Mom pipes in:  "This is my happy place, when I stay here and all of you go to your own happy place."
Zinger.
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Have you ever wondered how globes are made?
Okay, Harry Potter fans, here are two fun things that should make you smile.  A Wand TV Remote and a Wand Activated Candle.
This is a lady's sweet response when asked what one thing she would save if her house was on fire.
Happy photo by Rich Anderson