After months of planning and extensive work, this is the result. Not much to look at or even a very good skin.
But you gotta admit. Its pretty awesome.
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Saturday, October 07, 2006
They always said the army would give me a hard life. Away from home. Marching alongside psychotic officers. Especially Lieutenant James. "Alright men, listen up. There's two ways for you to fight this battle. One way is by Highway 34 up that way. The other is my way, which I shall not reveal to you unless you specifically ask. So which do you prefer? Private Jay what's your choice?" He always was in a happy mood. "Your way, sir." Jay always was the curious type. I was no different. "Alright. *pulls out pistol from holster, cocks gun, points to Jay's forehead* The highway seems much better from your point of view now, right?" Sweat trickled down Jay's face. "Yes, sir!" He stumbled on his words. "Well, too bad, you had your chance. *pulls trigger* Anyone else prefers my way?" Well, as I said, James was always happy. Trigger-happy.
Ignore that if you don't get it or you don't understand the rationale behind it, I'll tell you about it some other time or if you ask. My day is starting to blow. As in really blow. I'm worried about my results. First time I'm worried in 10 years. There's a first time for everything I suppose.
The haze situation is or was PSI 150. Creepy if you think about it. First killer stingrays now killer Indonesian farmers. Next, we'll all get brutally mauled by Snoopy. Mark my words. You have no idea how many people are complaining that they are going to die or stuff like that. Stupid really. You can't exactly die from the haze unless you're weak in respitory functions but otherwise everyone should be ok.