We had the 1st Taji Bloggers Conference yesterday. Dave’s Not Here, Those Wacky Iraqis and Casper’s Calamity and el Salmons got together and rocked out some good Taco Bell goodness.
It was sweet meeting with some kindred spirits while here. Those cats have been here on Taji for years, so I felt like a rank amateur, but I mouthed off enough to endear myself as the nutty newbie. Uber.
We’ll get together here and there to touch base and keep the spirit of Taji properly blogged. Woe to those who come after us! For now that the charter members have been formed, admission into our sacred circle of literary blah-blah-blah will have to prove themselves a thousand times more worthy than we ever were.
In other news back at the unit, we’ve begun the process of beginning to think about what we should start doing to prepare to get things packed to leave Taji. Whew! Things are in typical SNAFU order and if leaving is half of a nightmare as getting here, it should make for a bummer last few months. Packing containers, unpacking containers, repacking containers another way, inspections, 14 sets of standards, indecisive leadership…it’s enough to make a man gay…well, not quite, but close enough to cause worry!
Later peeps, I’m off to work. Hopefully the Internet holds tonight so I can keep writing.
Hmm…well…me thinks you’ve found your way home. (See statement after indecisive leadership dear Clinger)
Har! Indeed. I’ll get to working on that. Unfortunately, even if you come out and say you’re gay, they keep you over here. They just wait to chapter you out after the deployment’s over.
Scrap that idea. Keep your man card and your stripes. Never could understand why Clinger wore heels and nylons any way, they are terribly uncomfortable contraptions!
They also take you and put you in signals if you tell them you are gay!
No way out man! We are here for the duration.