sertorius

My crappy attempt at poetry...or something...

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 03:50:55 GMT

Ingress I eat
Masticating cloth and meat
Rising and falling then regurgitate
Itinerant I lie in wait

Elevators can be scary

Heh, this is so me...

Tue, 08 Nov 2005 04:31:09 GMT

The Boy Next Door
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm)

Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.

We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.

Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand

Deliberate Brutal Sex Master

On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.

More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph

CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: Sertorius

BTW, this site will ask you to join it for results.

I love Women (random thoughts)

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 04:04:28 GMT

I really love women...

There are two places on a womans body that I find extremely sexy.
1. The hourglass curve.
2. The base of the neck.
Although, a really nice shapely butt is a close third.

I used to have a thing for redheads, but I find nowadays that hair color is not a preference.

Without a woman you can't be truely complete. No doubt there is some serious yin-yang action going on between men and women.

I love to cuddle!

Its been over eight years since I've been involved with a woman, WAY past time to get back into dating :)

My Blizzcon Pic of Tahri

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 23:49:25 GMT

You probably already seen this pic from my post in Panda Attack, but if not, here is a linky...

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-10/1100016/102805-22TahriAndGang.jpg

12hrs Left

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 04:29:30 GMT

Until I headout to Blizzcon, I'm definately getting excited now. I hope I can get some decent sleep :) I'll catch you guys later, if I get a chance to post during Blizzcon, I'll do it.

Hohenfel Memories

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 03:13:49 GMT

The following is one soldier's memories of Hohenfels (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/facility/hohenfels.htm) Germany back in the 20th during the Cola Wars...

January 1991 was one of the coldest months in Northern Europe since 1945, when the German offensive known to Americans as "The Battle of the Bulge" was defeated. Standing on the loaders seat of a M60A3 Patton tank, named after the same celebrated American General that decisively defeated the German Armies during "The Bulge" some 46 years earlier. I was scanning the horizon and nearby tree lines with my binoculars, looking for anything out of the ordinary, something that could indicate a possible ambush.

Cresting a rise, there was a half dozen rusting hulks of tanks that looked Soviet in design. This part of Germany had seen battles from the Germans and Soviets during WWII. I was distracted by this, but this was an exercise after all. Getting "killed" in an exercise wasn't a bad thing, you weren't really dead, just virtually dead. One could kick back and take a nap or read the latest girlie magazine waiting for the exercise to conclude.

I duck back down into the turret, I have never had experienced these kinds of temperature extremes in my life. From my waist up, the cold had penetrated all my protective clothing chilling me to the bone. My legs however, were being burned from the heat exhaust pumped from the engine into the turret. After a couple of seconds I stand back up and out the loaders hatch and resume scanning.

Our tank was heading back down the hill into a valley. This was going to be the most dangerous part of the maneuver, the valley floor was completely devoid of vegetation and we had to cross that gap of protection to make it to the other side. The tank stops near the edge of the tree line, and I start to scan the opposite ridge for activity. It doesn't take long to find an enemy vehicle. It was a scout tracked vehicle, and it was hidden fairly well. A brief break in the clouds caused the optics on the vehicle to glint in the sun. I casually scan off target and inform the tank commander of my discovery. We had both spotted each other and for the moment neither of us wanted to give up our "hiding" spots in order to properly engage each other.

Something was bothering me, there should have been dismounted infantry with that scout vehicle. Perhaps at the opposite tree line waiting for someone foolish enough to try and cross the gap. I don't notice any fresh dirt or built up sticks and rocks that would stick out like sore thumbs in the snow. Infantry love to dig in, and hug the earth, its the only thing that keeps them alive in a hasty defensive position. I don't know what made me turn around, it certainly wasn't due to any noise, the engine was still idling and making enough noise to mask most sounds.

Glancing back, I see a two man machine gun crew setting up only a short distance away. They were too slow, I shouted to the tank commander and our main gun swung around and fired a round into them. They were "dead", but they still continued to setup their machine gun, knowing they need to get the lead out faster next time.

With the main gun firing, our cover was blown, and we hit the gap at full speed. I was scanning the ridge line again and noticed our friend had bugged out when we fired at the enemy troops. Suddenly, I was free falling.

I was too intent in scanning the ridge to see the large hole that our tank hit. In the span of less than a second the tank dropped over 3 feet then hit the opposite lip of the hole, next thing I know, I'm being catapulted out of the hatch. The only thing that saves me from from being completely ejected is my boots catch the lip of the hatch opening. Now, I'm falling back into the turret and I spread out my elbows in the hope I don't hit the lip with my face or fall completely into the turret and smack some very unforgiving piece of metal. Luckily, I land back on the loaders seat and put a death grip on the hatch ring. I look over and my tank commander is smiling at me and giving me the thumbs up, I decide that I had enough of this exercise and stay hunkered down in the turret.

The exercise completes in the usual manner, we got funneled into another tank's kill zone and spent the rest of the afternoon cheering on our forces as they tried to take the enemies "flag". No one even saw the flag, and everyone was classified as being killed.

It was January 16th 1991, I went into our barracks and noticed everyone gathered around the TV. I remember hearing, "The liberation of Kuwait has begun..."

Blizzcon

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 03:06:29 GMT

I'm flying out on Thursday and heading to Blizzon until Sunday afternoon. B.B. King is playing here in Boise Sunday night, I'm gonna try and make that concert. So most likely tomorrow will be my last journal update until Sunday evening sometime.

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 18:56:52 GMT

Rant on...

Sometimes work really annoys the hell out of me. I'm currently working on a project that through its entire test life cycle hasnt had a single issue fixed.

Yesterday, I was trying to get this printer up and running for test, but it wasnt working correctly. I informed the person in charge that it wasnt working and 3 hours later, I ended up working on another printer. So I roll into work today and see that I have that same printer as yesterday. I hook it up to our test equipment and lo and behold, it has the same problem.

I was again contact the person in charge of the printer and he told me that he didn't think it was important enough to get it done yesterday. So once again I waste a couple of hours while he tries and get the printer working correctly.

My work place as gone through a number of lay offs and as per usual the best people end up leaving and people like this guy who really need to get his butt kicked stays around and mucks up the works...

Rant off...

WoW

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 04:06:27 GMT

I'm sort of idling in WoW ATM. I have a bulldog mentality when it comes to games that I enjoy. I managed to get to 60 lvl on my Shaman, and this was after having a lvl 40 warlock on the alliance side before switching sides to join Panda Attack. I'm not a hardcore gamer really, I just want to have fun playing with the guild. When I hit 60, I definitely was ahead of the curve with the server pop and especially in the guild. Most of my tier 0 instance runs have been PUG's which are a pain, but didn't really have much of a choice. This last weekend I must have spent somewhere around 10 hrs lfg trying to get a crack at some Elements gear, but no one really seemed interested in running anything.

Hopefully after Blizzcon, there will be more lvl 60's and we can get nightly guild runs into those 55+ instances.

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 03:44:48 GMT

You Passed the US Citizenship Test

Congratulations - you got 10 out of 10 correct!

Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

A little about me...

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 01:51:20 GMT

First of all, please excuse any poor grammar use and the occasional typo that made it through the spell checker :) Also, I will elaborate more on my life in other entries, this is just a foundation for future journal entries. So there will be gaps in what follows...

I was born in Tachikawa Prefecture, Tokyo, Japan on June 26 1972. My mother is Korean and my father was from the Saratoga area of New York. The Neilson farmhouse is still standing from the Revolutionary War at the Saratoga Battlefield and I plan on visiting it sometime in the near future.

I grew up in Mountain Home, Idaho and graduated high school in 1990. I was burned out with school, so I joined the US Army as an armor crewmember. The first day of in processing at Ft. Knox, Kentucky was the day that Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait. The next couple of months was grueling but I graduated with honors from basic and armor training in December 1990, which is the one accomplishment that I will always be proud of.

After leaving the Army in 1992, I went to Boise State University to study Geology. I transfered to the University of Idaho in 1995 still studying Geology. I left college in 1997 without a degree, I was a little listless about my future and decided to take some time away from studying.

I went back to Mountain Home and work in the Civil Service at Mountain Home, Air Force Base. On the weekends I kept heading up to Boise, since that is the only city in Idaho thats big enough to really have any sort of night life. So, I moved to Boise and worked in Quality Assurance for PowerBar. After Nestle acquired PowerBar, I left that company and started to work for HP as a Technician, where I still work.

As for the future I am considering going back to college to get a degree in history. I've always had a fascination with history and want to eventually work in the US Archives or perhaps the Smithsonian and write some books.

Ok, I guess thats it for now.... I'll write more soon