Corporate Crap and Other Dubious Wisdom

Just checking in with everyone. 

Nothing too exciting going on right now other than us trying to dig out of the workload with my job and her new venture. The job is going well and Chris nearly has all the tweeks completed for her new photo site.

As a very proud Grandpa, I will share this with all of you.  Taken recently by her mom at her ballet recital   My daughter always wanted to be a ballerina when she was little, so I guess it's in the genes.  Everyone says she looks like me, but she's much cuter.

This has got to be the best part about getting older, watching your family grow up.

I hope everyone got to spend a wonderful Father's Day with their loved ones.

For those of my loyal readership who have had problems getting here for the past couple of weeks… my appologies. Apparently the web server I’m using has decided to take a decided dump and the result is that the site has been down more than up. Of course, if you can’t get here you won’t be able to read this. In any case, please be patient, we’re trying to get everything moved to a better place.

After a long period as a starving student/writer/artist, I am now gainfully employed once again. Since the position is with a Healthcare organization targeting children it is especially satisfying to be able to help out even if only over the summer. If I am going to share my dubious wisdom and expertise with someone I would just as soon it be with a group of people who are trying to make the world a better place for kids who need their help. It may or may not turn into a permanent position, but either way I am happy to be able to contribute.

The only downside to my new job is that I can’t keep up with all of you during the day. Partly because of the fact that I have very little time, and partly because blogging from work probably isn’t the best use of my time when I should be helping improve the technical abilities and resources of the organization. Never fear, I do check up on all of you in the evenings and weekends even if I don’t always have a chance to respond or post directly on your sites.

In other news, go over and visit B’Tude. She’s rolling out a new photo site for her professional pictures that is the cat’s pajamas!! Those of you who have followed her developing career as a photographer will appreciate the professionalism and expertise she has built into it.

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Weaving through the treetops in the dark didn’t seem nearly as good an idea as it had 30 minutes ago. Sobering up tends to do that to a person.

It all started innocently enough, just a few guys getting together in the hut on a Friday night tossing back some brew and cursing the military. Nothing we hadn’t done dozens of times before since I had been “in country”. One thing led to another, and damned if I didn’t have to open my big mouth again.

“Bill, you suppose we’ll get busted again if we take the chopper up one more time before I get outta this damned place?”

“The hell with all these assholes, damnit! We go out there every damned day getting our asses shot at while they sit in their air conditioned offices smokin shit. Last punk assed officer rode with me is still pickin shraphnel outta his butt. Hahaha, dumb sumbitch thought the extra flack jackets in the seats were too uncomfortable for his candy ass.” Not one to mince words, no, not the Captain who had shared his helicopter and his hooch with me for the past several months. He never did have much use for other officers, especially 2nd Lieutenants still wet behind the ears who arrived fresh from their Mommas back in the states.

It seemed we were kindred spirits from the start. My third day at the unit I met him wandering around the cleared zone around the compound with the rest of us looking for a snake. Some rookie had gotten himself bitten, but never saw the snake, so the medics didn’t know what anti-venom to give him. Sort of reminded me of pulling a water skier behind a boat in the Everglades trolling for alligators, but what did I know. Never did find the snake and it turned out the soldier probably snagged himself on a bamboo stake. A few days of antibiotics and he was back annoying everyone again.

(more Crap…)