Welcome to the Jungle
T got back into KAF today…which means I get to go on leave in a week. I gave him the normal handover brief but made sure to inform him of all the new rules we must obey now that we’ve changed accommodations. I’m heartened that he was not upset about the nose blowing and urination restrictions in our new place although the fact those rules have to be articulated seem to concern him. D said that he no longer wears his leatherman into the shower now that we’re not allowed to remove the shower heads. Welcome back, T!
Pants on Fire
I believe it was Mark Twain who said “There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and KAF signs”…or something like that.
There’s a lot of signs in our new quarters. The ones providing direction are fine…even if that direction seems a little unnecessary for anyone who doesn’t want cholera; however, one shouldn’t put up signs that are out and out lies. Unless what I saw was some sort of spectral apparition that would not be included in the collective pronoun “everybody”, I know the sign at right is untrue. While spreading this misinformation may encourage handshaking and thereby improve morale and camaraderie, I don’t think dysentery is a reasonable price to pay.
The Monti also had some yellow rubbery stuff for dessert. Oddly, it was labeled vanilla pudding. Okay, this ain’t the British DFAC, this is an American one. Pudding in America is pretty much a thick liquid. It does not hold it’s shape when scooped out. Nor is it bright yellow. Has no one at the Monti ever had Jello pudding? Bill Cosby oughta come out here and kick their ass. However, to be fair, it made up for its complete lack of both vanillaness and puddingness with its overabundance of elasticity and vileness.DFAC vanilla pudding: I can definitely be a kid without it.
Whatever happened to…?
Apparently the Spice Girls are now manufacturing rocket barriers in Afghanistan while still promoting Grrl Power. Mithras knows Afghanistan’s women could use some. Just thought you’d like to know.
“An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.”-Aldous Huxley