Lenin64

Went fishing after school with some mates (yes, the same as from my Confessions post). Didn't catch anything, we never do. But we have fun while there. I nearly burned down the forest around us. Not really, but I did start a sizeable and questionably legal fire.

I've pulled one the biggest [bleep] moves I possily can on one of my best friends. Here's how: So this fella, I've known him about 2 years. We're pretty tight. Let's call him Starbuck. When I was made commander of my JROTC unit's air rifle team last year, I made him my 2nd in command. For most of this year, he pretty much had my position in the bag for next year (I'm graduating, but he's not a senior). Everyone knew it; I did, he did, the team did, even our instructor would talk to him pretty straight forward about the prospects of next year's team (this was all around November-December, so it was pretty solid). So all year Starbuck and I were discussing the thing's he'd be doing to improve next year, training newbies, etc. We still do. Enter Stubb. Now, Stubb's the same age as Starbuck, but a year 1 cadet this year. They've also known each other about 6 years, and Starbuck is pretty much the reason he's in ROTC now. I'm pretty close with him, too, but not quite as much as I am with Starbuck. Stubb's on the air rifle team, of course, and he's pretty good at it; we managed to make it to the State competition and he was part of our 4-man team, along with Starbuck, me, and another fella irrelevant to this story. The thing aboutStarbuck, though, is that he's kind of a cocky sono[bleep]un, especially when it comes to his place of leadership for next year. So pne day around Mid-March Stubb gets fed up with his boastful and mentions to me, as somewhat of a joke/blowing off steam, "Y'know, I should put in for air rifle commander next year, just to piss him off". Then Lenin got an idea. An awful idea. Lenin got a wonderful, awful idea. I said to him, "You know what? You should. I'll support you 100% with it". No real reason for it, just kind of to see if I could pull it off. So I did. Jobs in JROTC are assigned according to whoever puts in a request for a particular job. Billet requests were due around April 20th, and after some prodding I actually managed to convince Stubb that he should put it for it. Part of the form is giving the reasons why you want the job. I can't really take credit for this part, but apparantly Stubb wrote quite the awesome essay for it. Starbuck had turned his in thinking that he had it in the bag, so it wasn't as great as it could have been. So now at this point it's kind of a toss-up, as both our current Battalion Commander and our instructor are starting to like Stubb as a candidate. He's got kind of a leg up on Starbuck, too; grades are fairly important for an officer position, and Starbuck's were (and still are) pretty much in the [cabbage]ter, while Stubb has kept his up all year. So at this point, it's kind of a tie between them, but then last week I essentially made the decision. Being the current commander, I have great weight in deciding the one to succeed me. We were on our way to the State competition, with myself and the irrelevancy riding with the instructor and Starbuck and Stubb both riding in another car with Starbuck's dad (who, by the way, is just as into this stuff as the actual cadets. Not the shooting really, but just the unit as a whole.) This was when I made my move. "Captain," I told him. "I think we should make Stubb commander for next year." I certainly did have some reasons, pretty good ones I suppose, on maturity, grades, leadership initiative. So he tells me, "I will take your recommendation into heavy consideration when the decision is made." I knew I had it all wrapped up. So now the talk starts to change. Instead of Starbuck, the buzz for next year is about Stubb. Here's the gold, though: Starbuck still thinks he's got it guaranteed. He's laughed off what people have told him, still as [rooster]-sure as ever. And I have made no effort to stop that. I've laughed with him about it, about how ridiculous it would be for Stubb to get the position. About how Stubb's just been kissing my [wagon] for a while to try and influence me. Talking about the things we'd do at the Change of Command ceremony this month, the thing's he'll do for next year's air rifle team. On the other side, I've been joking with Stubb about how Starbuck still think's he's getting it. The official list of next year's unit staff is released next Monday. I plan on being right there with him as he reads not his name, but the name of his best friend for 6 years, suddenly thrusting him aside from any importance. Because you see, Starbuck, being so sure of himself, didn't apply for any other billets. Air rifle is all he has. And all for no real reason but to be an [wagon] and play the role of puppetmaster. I do think Stubb will do an excellent job as commander, though, however little he may really deserve it.

Rude am I in my speech, but yes, a source was my only request. My previous comment was not implying anyone to be slow, but was a response to the image Das posted of the rotund fellow with the M16.

^Ha, it's funny because he's fat. How often do you see fat kids playing a sport that requires a lot of running. Correlation not causation. A fallacy that most people fall into over and over, and yet make surprisingly little effort to avoid. Y'see, 'round these parts, if you're going to claim the fish was this big, you need a picture of the fish before anyone will believe you.

I think, under the official definition, that person would also be a terrorist. Maybe.

Is it bad that I knew about the suicide bombers in Moscow back in March, but not this? I'm not even sure how that happened.

That's pretty amazing. I found the one that goes back and forth between Cthulhu-Jesus and the actual Jesus picture. Hilarity ensued.

Or if you've been sharing needles for the AIDS bonus. But I'm just going to hazard a guess and say that isn't a problem, either.

ou should be one of those guys that tells other guys to press the big red button to not shock the puppy, but the red button actually shocks the puppy. Then see if they do it again. For science.

This affects the military only in terms of the draft, I would think. The people that do actually want to join the military, in my experience, take care of themselves pretty well physically. Sure, they'll still eat fast food and whatnot but they exercise regularly and all that good stuff.

Had some amazing luck today. 2 EMPs from care packages, and then 2 AC-130s from packages in a single match.

I think the better confession is that you have that song to begin with.

And not only the dark ages (not having seen stargate I assume you mean the medieval dark ages), but also the multiple extinction level events in Earth's history, the most recent occuring 65 million years ago. Think about how we could be now if we weren't set back by 65 million years. So really, if you think about it, the odds are better that if a planet has had fewer incidents that wipe out nearly all but the simplist life, they could very well be more advanced than us by a longshot, for at least some alien populations. Others may have had more, ergo they may be less advanced.

Ha, similarly, I keep my ASVAB scores in my bag in case anyone questions my 97 AFQT score.

Actually, these guys aren't snipers, they're just clever. They have a sniper rifle as their primary weapon so they can utilize the camouflage that comes with it, then just use a powerful secondary to make up for their lack of primary. This way they're harder to spot and are still effective at close range.

Well, I'm sure that were he to have to go to the bathroom still asleep, the not waking up to do so would create a state of some discomfort, cause awakenedness :P She's saying he would drown in his own urine and vomit. Don't know why the vomit, but he would. First; I don't understand where the vomit came from and second; what possible reason is there for him not being able to wake up? Save for falling into some kind of a coma, your brain will wake you up.. :-? Rachael, stop confusing everyone :P It's too late-the urine, it's everywhere...fills the room...no place to breathe...can't escape...the window....stuck...door closed...oh the humanity aaaaaannnddd....*gurgle*. Ok, so he wakes up, but not for long.

Just put it in a paper sack and drink straight from the bottle. Don't share.

I take exception from that. I can get dressed in about 5 minutes. I don't do any make up or crap like that, the most I do with my hair is brush it. I'm honestly not trying to be an [wagon] here, but that's not really all that surprising. Well, technically most people prefer this character trait in everyone, not just the opposite sex. Oh, I disagree. The bat-[cabbage] insane girls are always the most fun to hang around with.

Well, I'm sure that were he to have to go to the bathroom still asleep, the not waking up to do so would create a state of some discomfort, cause awakenedness :P She's saying he would drown in his own urine and vomit. Don't know why the vomit, but he would.

Hey, you're the guy with the skirts, right? I 'member you.

Yea, I so need one of those. http://www.gizmag.com/go/6959/ I don't know what it is with OT and that alarm clock, I swear it's been mentioned at least 3 times... Yup, by me. That alarm clock is the only clock known to ever wake me up. It doesn't even matter that it has wheels; I am afraid to hit snooze, even after 2 years of use. That thing sounds like an alien abduction nightmare on LSD.

I was at the local dairy bar (shut up, that place is delicious), but it was 2 minutes until closing and I was having trouble deciding what typeof shake to order. All the flavors were suddenly highly unorthodox; there was fascist, anarchoterrorist (?) and yes, even Communist (which was a yellow, pineapple-y flavor) as well as Killer and Murder. I tried ordering a murder shake, which was bits of baby seal with strawberry, but what with it being 2 minutes until closing the only ingredients they had in the whole place was two long avocados and a california roll. So I took it. he shake definitely tasted like sushi. I was a little disappointed, both in-dream and in reality, that I didn't get to taste baby seal.

^That's what they all say. The spawn system in this game is 16 different kinds of [bleep]ed up. Multiple times I've spawned about 3 feet from the point where I had just died, only to be killed seconds later by the same guy. One time on highrise I even spawn directly in front of an enemy claymore pointed straight at me, not even angled or anything, but right there as if to say, "Gotcha!". If I hadn't had Sitrep on I probably would have ran straight into it and died again.

Hint: do not get corframs. Shine your own shoes. They will look so much better, and you'll be a better man for it.

I started playing hardcore TD today...I don't know why I never played it before. So much of the [cabbage] is eliminated.