not quite in the spirit of things

zubkavich's work is fantastic. i joined the kid for a surprisingly decent meal. we spent a lot of time discussing mini-me. something's been nagging in the back of my mind, and on the way to the base i finally managed to grab hold of it: mini-me has exactly the same problem as private pile (full metal jacket, you're uneducated slime if you're not familiar).

aside from (obviously) renaming him here to gomer pile, we're going to need to find whatever it is that switches him on. punishments will be necessary, and problematic as i don't have official authority to f**k him up. but there is no lack of desire.

some girl at dinner commented: "all the guys on this base look the same."
well, yeah, ummm... no. somebody who can only see uniform colour? it's an offensive statement, anyway. especially seeing as i wasn't in uniform :B (or does the emoticon just have huge front teeth?)

:)B< (right. time for a holiday.)

i came back here, and have spent my time reading and sleeping. terry pratchett - men at arms is keeping me well occupied, and i had to finish reading from yesterday's link. there isn't any actual television due to it being the day of atonement and all...

so, so far at least, i've been fasting. it's the only thing i've done that's been in the spirit of the day. there's something about that that doesn't sit well with me.

every time i think "ah, sod it" (i've got permanent munchies, and i'm fantastizing about a bowl of kariot (that cereal i brought with to sa a couple of years ago...), i think about how embarrassing it will be to admit that i can't handle 25 hours without food. and it's not that i can't, it's that i don't really want to. yet it still feels wrong to not do it.

religion. huh.

they needed a better reason to steal phones?
funky
u in? 2 gud 2 b tru?
i'm sorry. i'm envisioning the scalpel turning around and around, floating off into space.
fascinating (no, i'm not being too sarcastic)
suicide hacking. sounds a bit silly, really.
guess who's back!