Not that I'm particularly saying that my entire thought and current existence is hinging upon them, or that without one or several of them I will pass away, but I'm really thinking fondly and longingly about a nice roast beef sammich. Something like those which Charley's hand-makes to my specifications. Mmm. This whole sammich lust might be aggravated by the fact that the only thing I've put in my stomach for the last 12 hours has been an energy drink and two caffiene pills. But the image is burned into my brain, and I can see the deliciousness with my waking eyes: white sub bread just barely toasted until it's a light, light brown; grilled roast beef, freshly cooked and thinly cut, nice and thickly laid with still just a little bit of grease/juice/gravy/whatever; copious amounts of provolone (approximately 4 slices per 7 inches of sammich) with possibly 2 slices of cheddar as well; a minimum of 4 strips of bacon, though 6 would be preferable; and several well-spread dollops of mayonnaise. Add to this a goodly helping of fries, freshly made (since I will ask for fries without salt just so that they'll make a fresh batch - then salt them right away ) and with a little cup of ranch in which to dip said fries. The selection of drink is still up in the air: I'm trying to decide between a ginormous fountain Coca-Cola Classic, perfectly blended between carbonated water and syrup, or a german stein-sized tankard of Shiner, cold as hell and fresh from the tap.

Wow. I think I just had an orgasm. Can you say Quizno's for lunch? Wham-bam-thankya-ma'am. Subway is good, too, but I've had better experiences with toasted sub-ness at Quizno's. Of course, all this eatery debate would be negated should there be a Charley's in the nearby vicinity; but as there is not, desperate decisions must be made. I have already gone over the local terrain in my mind's eye: the nearest Quizno's is by happy chance some few hundred feet to the west of the base, within easy reach of a search-and-rescue operation conducted in the early afternoon. Shouldn't require a large number of personnel, or many vehicles; no armor or weaponry will need requesting. I am already hand-picking my strike team. Watches are synchronized and we're practicing our hand signals. Quizno's had better prepare for some incoming - Sammich Alpha and Sammich Bravo are about to vanish. Won't even see us coming cuz of the camouflage - we're invisible in this urban environment, what with our battle garb and our completely silent tactical gear. The anticipatory cigarette I'm going to be smoking will likely give us away, however. And, believe me, the post-sammich-intimacy smoke right after the mission is completed ... I'll be double-fisting me some nicotine.

Yay, this week is almost over. I know I've not posted hardly anything at all since the two Manson wallpapers (which no one apparently gave a shit about commenting, but it's OK, I see how it is ), but, as you might imagine from the previous journal post, things in my life have been quite turned upside down recently. I don't really feel like going into huge whining sessions on DA, such as the sort of things I was posting last time, because in my opinion such bitching only reveals one's immaturity or need for hand-holding. Suffice it to say that for the past several days I've not been in the best of moods, and that I don't see anything about that changing for the forthcoming time being. But, at least the work week is over in a few hours. Due to the fact that Memorial Day was Monday, and that this upcoming weekend will be a long weekend for me, the work week of which today is the last was only a three-day week. Sweetness in and of itself, but hot damn for tomorrow! Getting my next tattoo tomorrow at 1200 CST, wewterz. As some of you may know, I had been intending to get the Doors of Moria scrawled across my back, but I have since decided to go with another design. This one will perhaps not require as much time in the chair, though without a doubt a hefty chunk of the afternoon will be taken up by it. I'm getting a tribal wing/spine design, with the top section quite large, the wings stretching all the way from edge of shoulder blade to edge of shoulder blade, and the vertebrae extending all the way down and centered atop my backbone - the design at the bottom of the spine will be right above my tailbone. The one in the center of my chest was three hours right on the bone, and it hurt like a fucking bitch, so I'm pretty certain I'll be able to hold still and take this one across my back the entire time that he will need to get it inked in one day. I want it all done at once - don't feel like going back for seconds. At least this one will be only a single color, so shading will be simpler. He's already said he's gonna bust out his wide shader: 40 needles or so wired together. Yummay. No, actually I'm not scared or nervous at all - after the near-searing white-hot agony of the first one, I've found I actually enjoy the little pinching bite and dull dragging across the skin of the second two, and this will be about the same as the last couple. I'm really looking forward to it, not just because the finished product will be awesome, but because I love the process. Anyway, here's the design I'm going to get - wish me luck; I'll post some shots of it once it's finished.




Oh yeah, I got pissed last night. I was watching me some John Wayne movies (Big Jake and Rio Bravo) that I bought for cheap at Wal-Mart. At the same time, I was (a) going through and correcting a couple small errors in my journal CSS to make it display properly in IE; (b) making a John Wayne stamp just because I wanted to, and (c) typing out a journal update to post. However, evidently the somewhat hefty amount of Malibu I had consumed was likely weighing rather heavily on my lithe, tender figure, and so I found myself dozing through a couple scenes of Rio Bravo. This was easily repaired: rewind ftw. However, when I turned back to my machine, I found that, while dozing, I must have clicked a few too many times on this button or that, closed the tab in question - something or other, because the FireFox tab in which I was working upon my journal was closed. And, like a retard, I didn't type it up in Notepad and then paste it over to DA, like I usually do. So I lost it all. And since I was already sleepy, I was like fuck this noise, I'm going to bed. Damn, that was aggravating. But, it was nice to see some John Wayne again. I haven't seen anything with him in a while, unless you count that I Love Lucy episode. I don't. I love his westerns, especially the ones filmed in the latter half of his career. The classic, solid American role model, kicking ass and taking names. Plus, John Wayne reminds me so fucking much of my grandfather, and my grandfather reminds me so fucking much of John Wayne, and nearly everyone who knows my granddad says this. I can understand similiar moderate profanity, similiar attitude and gruff demeanor, even perhaps body language - but in the face? Seriously, they look nearly exactly alike, especially a few years ago when my granddad was a little younger - the similarity was absolutely amazing. Expressions, color, clenched teeth and angry lips when pissed - honestly, when Granddaddy was in a shitty mood, you'd happen to turn around, and you'd nearly duck from instinct because it would look like John Wayne was sitting in the recliner only four feet away, about to pull a piece on you. Sure comes in handy when dealing with assholes in the antique mall parking lot, though.

Anyway, we've got a test here in a couple minutes, so I'm going to close this channel. In addition to the whole tattoo excitement, I have plans to watch me a couple Star Trek movies tonight: ()The Undiscovered Country and First Contact. The Wrath Of Khan is my personal favorite of all of them, but I've seen it fairly recently. Haven't seen The Undiscovered Country in a good little while (second best of the series, but best score, hands down), and I haven't seen First Contact in a longer time than any of the others. So tonight should be fun. Rum and Star Trek ftw. Then tomorrow ... tatt time! So take it easy guys, and remember that I am constant as the Northern Star.

P.S. Wrote everything above this postscript in the morning, but was unable to post it since I can't get on DA on the military machines. To conclude the open-ended roast beef sammich mission: Operation Au Jus was completed with a success rating of 100%. All objectives were achieved with satisfactory timeliness, and all previously identified sammich-type targets were eliminated. For a more detailed debriefing: I destroyed a sammich on rosemary parmesean bread, with a good-sized amount of thinly sliced roast beef (soaked in a delicious au jus sauce prior to being entrenched on said sammich), two lovely slices of swiss cheese laid atop the roast beef, a french onion sauce applied to the entire sammich, and a fan-fucking-tastic sprinkle of bacon to top off the experience. The sammich was run through the toaster-browner-thingie, and was swiftly consumed with a sack of Sun Chips and a Dr. Pepper. All-in-all, a completely acceptable result to a perfectly planned mission. Over and out.

P.P.S. Started a poll which most of you, especially those of the female-gender-persuasion, will likely find interesting. Check it out. Peace.