I'm still alive

It's been a while, I know. Things are hectic, with all the getting out of the Army and stuff. Regular posts should resume in March, I think. I'll be glad to be out of the desert after 3.5 years.

Thomas Paine

I promised much more than this but here are a few scraps, straight from the subject:

To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.

What. A. Week.

I feel awful. Swamped at work, can't get to sleep, and addicted to Age Of Empires III in my spare time. The game isn't really that great, but it can swallow a day or a week. I plan to get it all out of my system this weekend. Maybe take some pictures, maybe fly a kite if the temperature falls below 100 degrees. Definitely try to sleep. The whole rest of this month is going to be hectic.My resume should be getting finalized this month. Then the job search begins in ernest. Only about 290 days left in the Army. WooHoo!

Friday's Marmaduke

Marmaduke is dead.

Thursday's Marmaduke

Marmaduke has escalated his sexual harrassment. His owner-lady is understandably nervous because he's FUCKING HUGE.

Wednesday's Marmaduke

Marmaduke's owner-man is still on acid; that's why his face is so fucked up. Meanwhile, "Marm" insists on non-consensual oral sex with a stranger.

basketcase is funny

Everyone patronize the website.

Tuesday's Marmaduke

Marmaduke is dying. Again. These sociopathic little owner-kids don't care. Again.

(For older attempts to explain Marmaduke, click on the "joe mathlete" label below.)

Monday's Marmaduke

Marmaduke's ignorance of traffic law is supposed to amuse us. His face is disfigured because:

A. He spent too much time with his head out the window.

B. He has developed tragic facial tumors.

C. His owner-man is on acid.

D. Brad Anderson is a tired old man.

You decide. Post any further suggestions in the comments section.

Fort Irwin, CA

This is the view from my balcony: