We're off to Dubai in about 10 hours, and I'm up staying up late. Jayme and I were talking tonight of how the day before a vacation makes us feel like it's Christmas Eve. I'm just relaxing and letting all the stress of 8 months of constant work and worry run out of me. And reading a lot of porn and web comics.
My new favorite is a
Get Your War On that I hadn't seen before:
As funny as that is, the truth is that the INC is giving the Defense Department a hell of a lot for its money. They now occupy the building of the former Iraqi secret police, complete with functioning detainment (read: torture) cells in the basement. They "arrest" and investigate former Baathists and opponents of the occupation, root out resistance fighters and terrorists, and pass their information on to their DoD liasons. Which means they are doing the job of the new Iraqi secret police.
This normally would be quite frightening, but because I know the people involved I'm strangely unmoved. I've even been offered a tour of the building some time. On second thought, that is a little frightening.
Also, that bit about him being a creepy asshole is true.