The comfort of milk and cereal

"just let me throw one more dice; i know that i can win.
i'm waiting for my real life to begin"
-colin hay, "waiting for my real life to begin"

1:42 in the AM here in Killeen, Tejas. In about 6 hours I have a briefing on "Hostage videos". To what end? I will have to wait and see. In the meantime I sit disturbed by American popular culture. Only the comfort of milk and cereal will save me now. Tonight's menu: Honey Nut Cheerios.

How have we come to the point where Flavor Flav can entertain America for a half hour at a time with his romantic exploits? It's just damn embarrassing to see grown women losing their dignity as they literally spit on one another, curse one another and assault one another with TV studio furniture for the false affections of a man who is famously known for wearing a giant clock around his neck? Do not watch Vh1 if you value your sense of reality, for this network will warp you into a world where the significance of the subject matter is the voyeurism of the insignificant! (see Flavor Flav) In other words, stick with ESPN.

Got my new army uniforms, seen here. They are digitized camouflage, but if you ask me, they look like pajamas. In the Army, you no longer sew anything onto your fatigues. Instead, they use velcro for everything from your nametag to the American flag. This provided my roommate Steve and I with the opportunity to play with the uniform as if it were Mr. Potatohead himself. Velcro. Ridiculous.

8 days and counting till lift off. Next weekend in Milwaukee with the family. Caitlin and I will be making puppy chow, John Santore will be worrying, and i will be basking in the love of the parental units.

Godspeed