Welcome Home, Birthdays, and Blatant Rip-Offs

[cpt_antilles]

And so begins my first blog (what a word that is, eh?) back home from Iraq. Our flight came in on the 17th of November, with Yours Truly in the unenviable duty position of Flight Commander. The experience was something akin to herding cats (or shoveling fleas, to use Mr. Lincoln's particular turn of phrase). Thankfully, there was no drunken or lewd behavior, no one got lost in the Shannon Airport international terminal, and everyone made it home more or less intact.

Mom and Dad were able to make it out to Fort Hood for a few days when we returned. A nice quiet four days, good times were had by all, and it was great to see the parents, as always. Two years and counting in the armpit of the world is just the thing to build an appreciation for family and friends.

Thank you to all who sent birthday wishes! I'm not particularly feeling up to being twenty-nine, so I've decided to just stay . . . oh . . . twenty-seven for a while longer. Sounds good, no?

And now for the promised "Blatant Rip-Off" portion of this blog:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=87452977

First off, that is not my MySpace page. Major Bludd, eh? Do any of those costume pictures look . . . familiar? Brandi? Jimmy? Lance? Thoughts, anyone?

Filthy Australian Photoshop artists . . .