I've got a flight headed to Manus in three hours, in what I hope is the first step of my trip back home. There are two more flights into Kyrzygstan tonight, so even if this one gets cancelled I still should be able to get out. I mean ....
<< wait for it >>
<< wait for it >>
... I can't stay down with three flights. Not with three flights.
Hopefully once I get there I'll find some flights to Germany quickly. So stay tuned, and keep your fingers crossed.
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Fingers crossed here.
No carry ons is the ticket, especially no liquids.
I'd empty my bladder onto the person in front of me while boarding just to be safe. Tell him you thought he had a jellyfish stinging him.
Work on your conversation skills too. Without carry-ons, people will talk. I recommend such great conversation starters as..
"Hey you wanna see this boil that I have?"
"Boy! Beans and broccoli is a meal that just keeps giving!"
"Can I ask a personal question? What's your gender?"
"You don't smell nearly as bad as I thought you would when I sat down"
hang in there!
Best wishes for a safe and uneventful flight. Am praying that you don't have to wait too long!
Still need to clarify this one, but I remembered something from that Preston & Steve interview with Vince Papale a few weeks ago. If I recall correctly, I heard something about the premiere of Invincible being, um, yeah, NOT in Philadelphia, but in NEW YORK (EXPLETIVE) CITY!!! Once again, this goes back to the complex that this city will always have of being "second fiddle" to NYC and DC...they talked about in that Eagles movie I bought you. No worries, I will collaborate with Mrs. Shayle and everyone else and make sure we have tickets bought in advance, and be sure that everyone is wearing their Eagles greens and face paint...maybe we should tailgate at the Regal Cinemas before hand and get loaded...or just go to Giuseppe's for a few hours before hand. Anyways, the only thing I hope is that Basket doesn't make any comments down the line like "I just want to thank my hands...".
Good luck getting a flight, Leo! Tell them you're 12 years old...they always give special treatment to kids flying alone.
I'm currently at Ft. Awesome with your wife, feeding the baby tiger pound cake and rice crispy treats - he REALLY likes those!!!
Can't wait till you're back safe and sound! :)
I hope everything goes smoothly with the inter-Stanal flight, and on to Germany. Better to be in a country where high-cholesterol encased meats and incomprehensible compound words are among the greater problems.
Glad you'll be back home soon.
And Major D, keep me in mind for Invincible!
Bob, consider it done. I will be sending out a mass e-mailing and posting an official invitation of sorts while coordinating our coalition forces between Fort Awesome and Alpha-Base Rio in the near future.
Oh yeah, and just to see how much the Fort Awesome blog could take along with Leo’s “not with three barrels” reference (not sure who will give him more props for that…Joanna or her Dad…priceless)…to anyone agrees with me and many others that this is one of the finest pieces of acting and memorization by a drunk:
“Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.”
AND...Leo should be singing this on his way out of Afghanistan, although I couldn’t get it recorded in time for him to learn it, but I think he’s pretty smart and could have figured it out. I started singing this to Joanna last night and we both felt it would be appropriate...sing along with the lyrics to the referenced song:
"Farewell and adieu to you,
fair Afghan ladies.
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Stan.
For we've received orders for to fly back to Frankfurt.
And so nevermore shall we see you again."
Safe liquidless trip, my friend.
Ramstein also works well instead of Frankfurt, but I wasn't sure if that is where you were headed...couldn't find anything on your blog anywhere about Ramstein, so still the possibility that you're on a sound stage in Nevada, but I have a feeling that's the Meat Sweats talking (had burgers and dogs earlier....with some barbequed chicken.....deeeeeeelicious) or the "Tom Quinn" talking inside of me...
dude, i know how you feel. beth and i were up the poconos and her car broke down. so we called your mom and she picked us up. i'm pretty sure if you just called her she'd hop on over and pick you up Airheart style, but without the watery grave.
more advice: don't doctor your photos. you know, like the ones of the soldiers walking through 'daisies'. people are watching: http://journals.aol.com/thefeedblog/AOLNewsTheFeed/entries/2006/08/09/we-cant-believe-what-were-seeing/2011
finally, i'm not wearing green facepaint. and i may yell cowboys chants during the screening to the tune of marky-mark songs.
and props to ant for the jaws reference. i didn't catch it. ok, time for sleep. i was supposed to hit the hay 2 hours ago! snap.
so i had a dream last night i was walking up on these two guys, one being leo, on a bicycle, and one being bob kilker. Leo had his back to me and i gave him a hug, well more like a mantackle, and said welcome home and then he turned around and i said - man your hair looks just as dumb as when you left. only it was longer now and i was probably lying. he then told me that it was a 2 hour drive home from germany (did you ride the bike? duh!) and his voice was all horse and he had acne like 10th grade and then his mom came up and started talking to him. then he tells me that his photoeditor told him (of course now i my dream kicks into 'watch this event in real time' mode) that he had to change a photo. He was covering a story on samuel L jackson's visit to afghanastan and sammy l had a Pro Choice (or was it life? i always get the two confused) shirt on. Turns out he had it all of the photos and also, teh story somehow implied that most of the soldiers were gay over there). so his editor was telling him he should pull teh story. about this time i got into a car and started driving only to realize i had no breaks, but was rolling backwards UP a hill somehow -realizing as i went, and turned around, that the higher on the hill i went, the more damage i would do on the decent. good morning.
i know, i spelled 'descent' wrong. jerks.
the car issue is clearly jo's fault - as she so kindly pointed out... but if i had't gone down to fort awesome, the tiger, roof-top hot tub, mini-golf course, and maybe even nutter's would never have existed. not to mention the beginnings of the coolest kitchen brick wall ever!
leo, the liquidless plane is a snap... just pack some powdered milk, and when you're thirsty, just put it in your mouth and your saliva will take care of the rest. yum.
safe travels:)
whatever you do, yell: SNAKES ON A PLANE!!!! often.
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