Reminder that my BDE CSM in Iraq shot the clearing barrel SEVEN FUCKING TIMES.

DON’T THEY KNOW THE MOON IS HAUNTED?

It’s our anniversary today, at XO and Ginger’s House of Cats and Y Wings. I still regard getting married on April Fool’s Day as one of our greatest shenanigans ever.

JFC, these really are the dumbest motherfuckers ever.

There is no ethical consumption of HBO’s Harry Potter series

Let’s waste all the assets we need to deter China from invading Taiwan. #Indopacomtears

Put together these single signature booklets for my in person D&D group to facilitate notetaking. Covers are pages cut out of an old atlas.

Putin has been playing the long game.

Ginger asked me to apply my book binding skills to book repair. This was a childhood favorite of hers—it had a detached cover, barely any spine (like GOP levels of spineless), loose hinge on the other cover, & torn pages. Hinges have been repaired, book has been rebacked, & torn pages repaired.

I worked more on my ‘convert to built-in’s’ IKEA Billy bookshelf project today and as a result all my Marvel Omnibusses are front and center.

At best this will be in a couple of airports and will be an absolute shit show.

Corey is in deep shit.

This dumbass is going to show up on the Hill waving a printed out JKO online training certificate for SERE 100

Last night I dreamed I was back n OCS, except half my class were muppets.

Everything sucks, so here’s a picture of Snax as a little treat.

1. Maintenance. Lots and lots of maintenance. 2. Building ant colonies of specialized personnel who have very little concept of how their jobs are interdependent, making multi-domain ops a foreign concept to everyone except a few senior officers. 3. Brutal career Darwinism for its own sake.

In my job, we think a lot about reasonable expectation of privacy. That and probable cause drive search warrants. If as a society we reduce the parts of our lives where we have REP, we reduce our protections from warrantless search. NOT OK FOLKS.

What exactly does the Navy do, anyway?

Harp the cat just jumped up on my game table and looked for the most irreplaceable thing on it. He then preceded to puke on my hand bound, hand stitched, made with my own two hands campaign notebook.

We could have had electric transport fueled by wind and solar. But some shitbags had to make billions, instead.

And of course Snax lies down on my campaign notebook

Returning to in-person D&D after a 6 month break (Halloween Call of Cthulhu Campaign, Yuletide break, then me going to training for 2 months). I'm looking at the scenario and my campaign notes:

NEUROMANCER WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A GOAL.

Ah shit.

How fast will Corey dump Kristi’s ass?

One was a farmer who later owned an antique store. The other was killed in the breakout from St Lo. Major, Infantry, BN XO.

Clairification: there are no ‘America First’ NatSec experts.

Better not be some X Wing jockey hagiography. REMEMBER THE HEROES OF GOLD SQUADRON Remember Tiree, Dutch, and most of all, Davish ‘Pops’ Krail.

One of the greatest, Bruce Campbell, announcing he has cancer. Our hearts are with you Bruce, Hail to the King.

Compare Hegseth’s alcohol fueled ramblings to: ‘You will enter the continent of Europe and, in conjunction with the other United Nations, undertake operations aimed at the heart of Germany and the destruction of her armed forces.’

I was working on my pattern to make a replica M-1910 leather map case, but someone decided to intervene.

Operation Epic Furry?

Fantastic tradecraft here.

Someone is glad I am home.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my first day back in the office after spending 7 weeks at training. Thank you, weather gods!

There is an entire generation of intel officers who were told by O5s, O6s, and higher, ‘I don’t care what the reporting says, 2. I’ve got a good read on Shaykh al-Assholi. I’m trusting my gut.’ And we wondered why things spun out of control.

Bring back branch insignia in ACUs. NOW

The government travel card program is the biggest pain in the ass, purpose designed to just piss people off.

Lil goat skin pouch I made. You can’t have too many lil pouches.

I remember this scene from Silence of the Lambs.

My missing foster kitty is back home safe and sound!! After being missing outside for over a week during a polar vortex, I was finally able to trap this little girl! She has a full belly and lots of purrs!

Why do I hear the opening chords of Take on Me when I look at this?

Some Republicans may believe this. They are also incompetent dipshits who can’t plan, don’t have a strategy, and are too busy stabbing each other in the back to accomplish anything lasting.

Hell is too good for some people.

Please, someone tell me under what part of US law gives Jared Kushner extra protection?

I have given a ridiculous amount of thought to this problem. Silver jacketed hollow points. All the kinetic energy, minimal cost. Win win!

I have been at this training course for 5 weeks and I am fucking sick of it.

Lucy the Witch King