First off, for those that know me, I’m a geek. If you didn’t know that yet, then you CERTAINLY do now given that I’m all excited that KDE 4.0 hit the streets. The sucky thing is that there are no built RPMs or SRPMs available for Fedora 8, so I’m downloading the sources, and building them myself. I’m pretty sure they are nice enough to include a ’spec’ file to make this relatively easy.
Ok, some people get annoyed with my obsessiveness with legal speak, but I can’t help it. I attribute it to a LOVE for logic and rhetoric, and it always puts a smile on my face when I catch something trying to pull a ‘fast one’ past me. The downside is that few if any read what is really written in corporate statements (whether on a ad board, or in a pamphlet). Two specific moments come to mind:
I really do have a lot to be thankful for for being able to travel as much as I have. The one piece that I was never told was when I first left the country for the Army is how ignorance really is bliss with regards to how the world really isn’t like the United States. On one side, being able to say that I’ve been to Africa, South America, and ALL over Europe, and all the memories that follows is something that can’t be explained. On the other hand, when you come back to reality, it’s such a ache that is left in you that never leaves, and gnaws at you until you go again.
So, it’s 3:20am, and I’ve been up since 2am from all this wind we’re getting tonight, and I figured I could knock out another Army story that’s pretty apt for the situation.
In my section of 7 people, we got a staff sergeant named Sgt. Edgardo Quinones (I believe that is how his last name is spelled). Anyway, super super nice guy, shaped like a pug, and straight from Puerto Rico. One of the things that made him so fun to have around was that he was a constant source of amusement for everyone was him messing up his ch’s, sh’s, and v’s and b’s. He never said ’shit’, but ‘chit’, nor could he say ‘gloves’, but ‘glubs’. Yes, everyone snickered when he’d ask his section if we had our ‘glubs’ when we’d be out doing winter exercises.