PotD – Jarhead
July 25th, 2009 ryan
Port-O-John scrawlings.
Beware of This and That
A Week
July 16th, 2009 ryanSeven days seems enough time to have an opinion ripen, start to swell, and eventually burst in a wet mess across the Internet.
I’m tapping this out while in a bubble of spoken languages I don’t understand. The sun, puffed up and diffused ten times its normal size from all the airborne dust, is just setting over piles of trash, barbed wire, and filthy vehicles.
This is pretty much what I expected.
Environment aside the days are spent navigating the ever-deepening political waters of the project and cruising around supporting my gear; be it in some sweaty tent or equally sweaty wheeled monstrosity. The rest of the day is spent idling, eating, and sleeping from Home which is the ubiquitous 20-man tent. Today we set up our “office,” a largish tent in the middle of similair tents. No AC yet but it’ll be nice eventually.
I suppose one could say we are still getting settled, though half of our team isn’t even here yet, but I’ve more or less mapped out how the coming months will pan out. The big wildcats is if our peoject’s satt Internet connection ever surfaces.
Hoping to get back to running and the gym once my foot heals up. The physical anxiousness is almost as tiring as the mental. Though I did just get a fat stack of comics (in digital form of course) so those stem the tide until the tubes are up and flowing.
I’ll keep taking mundane pictures as I see fit. See this cat? Was walking around this morning meowing his tiny head off. Just look at him meow.
MEOW.
PotD – Fuzzy
February 7th, 2009 ryan
Fitful, restless, unfocused and exhausted. Taken after a painfully hot shower at hour 40 or so.
Used to be I’d lift 6 days, run 3 miles every other, and leave one for recovery. Kind of skipped that in the last two weeks in an effort to push the envelope. Went up in weight, no days off, 4 miles per day. Caught up with me last night and, much to my discomfort, the time honed talent of catching a nap anywhere/anytime doesn’t translate to anything resembling a night’s sleep.
Stupid body.
…holy christ long neck.
EDIT: crashed for for a few, awoke, feel tip top. Go figure.
