OK, nights gets a little mundane and boring if and when it ever gets quiet here. All sorts of things going, but there is one thing I can count: the recurring war between my commo NCO and his computer. It never fails that when things need to be taken care of, the computer routinely decides to take its time, much to the chagrin of my NCO. It seems that, literally, every 3 minutes there is an outburst of somesorts, usually condemning the computer and the marital status of the computer's mother. Its pretty good. And then, after the intitial out burst, he usually insinuates that there is now a relationship between the computer and the computer's mother. Which, of course, brings guffaws from us. Like just now, since he is complaining about it operating by itself, and has referred to male prison relationships at San Quentin. He has to ask,"You're not using my name, are you?" And I said no, all the good porn names have neen used, so your SOL. he has since told me, refering to the old adage of your pet's first name and the first street you have lived on, it would be Butch G. Mine would be Gus Curlew, my Ops NCO would be Buddha Briar, and there is a Corky McKeon, Blue Park, Lucifer Jarvis. Yes, sometimes we do have to kill some time, and like the old saying goes, idle hands are the devil's playground.

Got my hooch officially set up. And it is darker than a well diggers a-hole in their, but I have it screened off so I have about 1/3 of the tent. Hold on, I swear half tis shift has Turrette's and ADD. Its a madhouse, and it is so easy to get people off subject. Take, for example, last night. We have the best coffee now ( thanks dad, I have Dix and Annie sending more. We gotta have an addicition since there is no alcohol allowed in theater. A BIG NO NO!!!) So we switch to the legal stuff. Any how, I grind up a pot last night and am patiently waiting for it to brew. We are burning the old one out so we can use the new one. So I sit my big behind down and I am doing whatever it is I do here. So I hear my coms guy go, "Hey sir, where do you keep thgrinder at?" And Im like why? He says, "Because I need to make coffee." Im like dude, I just made some. He says no ya didnt, sir. Im like look, goofy, I just finished and it should be brewing. He looks at me and says, "Sir, the pot is empty and the grounds are wet." Trying to keep from killing this fine NCO that he is, I walk over and show him how the water reservoir is FULL on the coffee pot. "But, sir. There is no water in the pot and the coffe grounds are wet." Im like noshit, ya think maybe it was starting? So he throws his hands up. " Thats it. I'm done. i'm banishing myself from the coffee pot." I said good cuz Im tired of drinking that bilge water anyhow. SO now he is up to speed on how make coffee with out messing it up. Trust me. Its the little things that keep you going...

Sl'ainte