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Greetings, oh Perklish One. I see that an immediate elevation of the Perk THREATCON to the
Delta, REPEAT Delta level is in order. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
1. How are you?
1. My friend, each day in my life is a walk in a store stocked with delicious chocolate candies and chocolate cakes inscribed with blue-collar exhortions such as "Git' Er Done!" and "Dale Earnhart #8". Scantily-clad nymphs are throwing rose petals in my path, and the music of Juan Garcia Esquivel is playing softly on large, efficient speakers with rather expensive titanium drivers.
In other words, thanks in large part to my friends and colleagues here at OTJF, my life has never been better!
2. What's up with the brown turtleneck cartoon picture on the home page of your delicious website?
2. That sir, is the Grand Theft Auto art version of your truly, animated into immortality by my beloved web designer Dale Cruse.
3. Who has a better double a, Nick or Brian?
3. Ahh, you ask the difficult questions my Paduan Learner!
This is like asking who has the best lyrics, Slick Rick or Spoonie Gee. It is like asking whether a Cohiba Robusto is better than a Fuente y Fuente Opus X Double Corona. It is akin to asking "Tastes great, or less filling?"
The answer my friend, is that the United States Air Force is home to two of the best high "A's" in the business. Oh, what's that, you say? Ehh? Cooper's now a seaman? Oooohhh....
So I guess, then, for purposes of self-preservation, I am compelled to go with the home team: The United States Air Force is home to the best high "A" in the music business.
4. Why have there been no rants since May '05?
My life is like one giant game of Katamari. I spin around, picking up new things people want me to do, and I frantically roll from one end of the landscape to the next, attempting to make good on my commitments.
For us introverts, the ability to express ourselves is a precious commodity. In a given day there is a limit to how much I can talk and write before I collapse into a silent, gelatinous heap. And of course, my current position with the Premier Air Force Jazz Band (perhaps you have heard of them) demands that I communicate more, and better, than I have in my life each day.
So the rants have been neglected.
I'm glad you two Air Force expatriots are spending time together so you can share the enjoymant or your new Navy life and new Navy friends, *sniff*.
Have fun out there, be safe, and keep your middle G's in tune!
Remember, loud lead bone vibrato feels fun, but ultimately sounds effeminate!!
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