Так мое слово становится камнем

Board out of my mind

There may be some value to seeing how much composure a soldier maintains while saying "Sergeant, I do not know the answer at this time" for the tenth time in a row, but I'm not sure what it would be. I honestly don't believe trivia questions help assess anyone's fitness to do anything except memorize and recite trivia, and frankly, we could do with a whole lot less of that in the Army. (I had a friend in junior high and high school who could rattle off the first hundred digits of pi. He was capable of a lot of amazing and useful things, but that was not one of them.)

Twice denied

As with last year, they somehow are going to try to cope with the disaster without my help. Last time, it was because our unit was too far down on the list to be of use.

This time, they called up my unit, had us wait around all day long, and then pulled out most of the people already on orders. Because I'm already on full time orders for the state, to put me on State Active Duty (SAD) orders would jeopardize my housing allowance and other regular benefits I get. The organization I work for doesn't want to give us up to help out the state emergency because they're paying our bills. So basically, I don't get to help out because there would be too much paperwork involved.

Today was entirely wasted, my unit is having fun without me, and I have to go back in tomorrow to write reports that no one will read. And I have drill this weekend, during which I'll probably be stuck doing more of the same.

This is what the Guard does; due to bureaucratic nonsense, I don't get to participate. I'm entirely unsatisfied with this outcome. If I weren't looking for a different source of work already, I would be now.

Sig

Damage control is also our business.

I received the call, and I'm taking a break from packing my cold weather gear to check the news. The governor has authorized up to 200 guardsmen to mobilize to help out Spokane, which is probably not coincidental.

Cold? Check. Rainy? Check. Miserable? Check. Better than going to the office and writing a report no one will read? Check.

The only thing that would make this better is if we got diverted to put down peace riots at The Evergreen State College.

Sig

He just looks good in hats.

He just looks good in hats.

I can't think of anything pithy to say about this picture. I swear, he has smiled more in the last 10 months than I have in the last 30 years. Every hour I spend with him, I feel like I'm being let in on the joke just a little more.

Sig

Killing is our business.

1. Kill people.
2. Break stuff.
3. ???
4. Pension!

Giddyap.

Giddyap.

This picture is so cute it actually induces vomiting in some clinical trials.

Sig

Siglet in a box

Siglet in a box

Somebody's Christmas present is going to be ruined, but here's one of the four poses we kept from Ian's insanely expensive portraits. (Hint: "fund raiser" is never going to equal "good deal.") (Who does portraits for fund raisers, anyway?)

Ivan Sigovich is ridiculously cute. If you deny it, you should probably seek medication.

Sig

Don't go into the light!

So, of course I immediately started wondering if I was doing irreparable harm to his developing young brain, since that's the sort of things that new parents think all of the time. [If you're a new parent and you don't think that all of the time, you will now obsess over your past failure to do so and how you're a rotten negligent parent for not even worrying about your child's brain being turned to tapioca pudding by shiny music visualizations or C-SPAN or what have you.]

Mulling it over

We've heard of mulled wine, of course, and there are lots of other traditional holiday/cold-weather beverages, and by "traditional" I mean "things we've heard of from Christmas songs, usually those sung by animated characters in holiday specials on television shows." (Wassail, we're looking at you.)

Apparently, Fort Lewis doesn't have a single ice-scraper truck.

Really, it's not even the snow--it's the other people. That was the reason I went in early on Wednesday; there were only a few inches of snow, but there was at least half a foot of stupid.

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