No. Klips or Boze. I forget.

Fucking rockets. 13 years on, I guess they’ve learned to arm the detonators. I’ve been within 50 yards of rockets that bounced off the wall of a building I had just left or skipped across the deck without detonating.

Never bought it. Never been anything better than a passenger (and having jumped from one, can claim to be “less”) but everything about that aircraft is vastly superior to the ‘141.

I had no idea I was using a non-comment site-approved style guide, or misusing current colloquial conventions in a way that cause so many so much pain. So THAT’S what all those squiggles under my drivel mean. A THOUSAND pardons, if you please.

Worst thing I ever did to someone else: A client hired me to build the take-home packets for his latest marketing effort. Die-cut folders, inserts, collateral, and a CD authored in Macromedia Director. This was late 1990s. It was at the time the highlight of my career. He contacted me midweek after the presentation.…

I’m waaay chill, yo...

We don’t care if the F-35 sucks or not, most folks just want it to fly. Someday. Soon, maybe? There’s something to be said for going all in on tech that’s mature enough to take to war. And WHEN there’s something ready to launch that duplicates the A-10's capability (brown diesel—awesome, BTW), let’s put ‘em ALL on…

Fuck all those pieces of shit. No one dead American warrior, diplomat or contractor—or Iraqi citizen—was worth the slanted, biased information Chalabi ejaculated down the Vulcans’ throats. If there was a God, those people would be as cursed as the cast of “Different Strokes.”

This would be good for a taller table. For, you know, long legged “kids.”

Having survived Khafji myself, I think of those days every time I observe training on gear like the DAGR (GPS was just being deployed widely), Blue Force Tracker (as opposed to shitty maps with dubious acetate overlays that cease to have value past first contact) or digital SCINGARS multiband radios (as opposed to…

Nah dude, I think you’re hoping for the “Happy Ending,” available in the finer hotels down the coast in Khobar.

Yup, bed bugs add a new wrinkle to TDY travel, especially when you’re confined to what “per diem” allows. I’ve pretty much resigned myself to paying $25-$50 a day out of pocket when I draw duty in a high-cost area, partly for refuge from the riff raff that PriceLine, Hotwire and Groupon brings in, partly for some…

I’ve found bed bugs are more of a problem since premium hotels began using the internet to offer break-even occupancy deals that diversify guests, plus economic turbulence. Ever run into a sketchy-ass dude in the elevator of your preferred hotel? Thank Hotwire. And the finance folks who engineer the busts that follow…

Wear every award you actually receive as a tribute to those who recognition eluded.

Affinity for the Clintons. Fawning adulation toward total_dick_tators. Weird crushing on daughter’s physical attributes.

Watch Desk: “Dude, guess who compromised his location?”

They are indeed. Except the carrots sill taste fucked up. Also, keep in mind that the calorie and saturated fat counts presume 4 delicious servings...

Meaning he’s only capable of one negligent discharge. Pistols available in flyover country rarely have magazine disconnects...

I think this is the most meta question ever posed on FA.

Yup, with his finger on the trigger of a touchy striker-fired gun. While his mom toils upstairs (in the kitchen above the basement he rarely leaves) heating him Marie Callendar Pot Pie...