trick your Fleet

it was a blessing to feel so utterly pooped, so confused and strewn all over; falling about the place. i am refering to the beacon cross race of the weekend. the new Igleheart rode like a champ while i just barely held on for DFL. the south jersey ops included croth J and j dunn, and our hostes jeremEllie in N. Philly. my home girl and her man, holding it down by the elevated tracks with their cats and ways. cheers to you both. bravo to our friend chris Igleheart; to your craft and fine attention. you have my word that i will give it everything i have until fuseless.
jeers to our grass rations road scorched sand trapped, blast oasis and nap.
new jersey is glorious country, but returning from bridgeton was an arduous drive up through busted intestines: the mighty wind of Zeus on Olympus nudging rented chevy CobAALT hither and thither whilst it guzzled more Iraqi based ameritroops and spit them out the exhaust. a machine of some minor engineering marvels, the compact auto and its designers who are so obviously in league with the US-PolitGrand and warHawk generales: style and moderate comfort followed by a product that is sure to keep US citizens in the shit. thanks to these fine people we can traverse our land with little fear of hooptey invasio-manner takeOver by foreign power. at least, not including boston based film students who think they can get away with shooting footage a la Munich '72 style roof top assault, as occurred last week in Deep Back Bay arena. the horrific scene promted a passer-by to "hit the deck" and slam the digits to F'ashcrofts hotline du Super panic. i hope to christos that that med school or who so ever Booked it back to his safe European Home and bathed like a hero. i can only imagine the real street scene as the 'hats-n-Bats' swooped in like the A-team to snuff the artists big screen break.
long of the short, if you are fixing to film anywhere in the municipality and are involving skiMaskies and guns of Brixton, either wait for the law to break in/ notify the BOS polizei/ or dial in you grrilla methods so as to include a getAway path and subsequent filming of realTime swatResponce.

Hair Trim Ops, postponed

My nephew was supposed to come over last night for a hair cut. I have been trimming his crown for something like, 7-10 years, so it is a rather sacred event. sometimes his mum is there watching, trying not to interfere. meanwhile, i am looking at them for guidance and a little feedback as to how they want skywalker boy to look. when i ask my sister for a clue, she gestures with her hands as if she is a pantomime decopaging a Pleistocene Bust of Cure's Robert Smith. instead of trying to decypher the Air Fu, i craft nephews hair in a manner befitting a lad well on his way to ruling the universe. i am jealous that he is so metropolitan; roaming the BOS with his mates and skating the scene rebel Black. but then i remind myself that the FortePoint channel does harbour some denizen of ill repute: Listos, crackies, and shadow roamers looking to beatDown a lost soul.
i should furnish the boy with a police issue taser. i hear that they save lives.

poot.

Polizie Tazer Trailer

For a few days after returning from New Glouchester, ME, there was a police trailer parked out in front of our building. it had a serious airbrushed mural on it, Full Bleed close up of a swatTeam glove clutching a fierce looking tazer device, complete with blue shock diode glow.
Remember Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas? the police convention? yup, the Po-Po had it going on at the neo-Convention starship. for the love of the christos, checkIt:



The absolute creme of the national Law Enforcement brigade drooling over tearGas shells and anti-personel shot; stunGrenades, riot cuffs, blast shields, evil flavoured mace canisters, stainless steel coffee mug/radio combo.

i really have no idea what went down at that showcase, best not speculate.

new glouchester was a great time, i wish to extend my thanks to Phil and Chris, their son Sean: our host family et al. their hospitality and support are to be praised. what amazing folk. huge merci.

happy birthday to matty D, i love you man.

harris/igleheart will have embattlements on two fronts this weekend. MAC and local ops. To all combatants and staff, safe travels and many happy returns.

poot

Here's to 2006!

Another year of Gloucester has come and gone.
All the original favorites showed up for two days of intense racing under the big rock, and next to the sea. Richard Fries, Tim Johnson, Lynn Bassette, Mark McCormack, Hotdogs, Chris Horner, Free Clif Bars...

There were some new favorites there as well. Perri Mertens storming the Elite Women, Hans Rubi Pete moving up to bash elbows with the big boys, Alex bringing home a silver medal, and our new best friend Christopher Igleheart was on hand to cheer us on...

Word up to our pals at VOmax for the sweet new threads.

Lets do it again next weekend.

oldest nail, the city is not ready.

there is so much gosh darn construction in and around the city, that it is hazardous to even gaze upon. meaning being, if you catch yourself staring at a new constellation of jersey barrier road cone asphalt death strip, the next sound you will hear will be your upperstrut bearings smashing against the struts, loud and offensive. Smarts! Jabs up your spine, never forgives.
speaking of which, there are many ladies sending the pregnant pill around town, like a hot designer drug being passed around without fail, everybody gets well. they prance about town in their pastel belly tents and wide flared trousers. i saw this one round tummied lassie stepping across devonshire st looking like an extra off the old battleship Galactica show: black linen and satin flowie pants jacket blouse. the belly was set off with GOLD PIPING down the arms, legs, and lapels. jesuChristos, like han solo meets david bowie: green milky booze and mounds of coke; spice mines gone arwy and the church of man love goes up in flames. get dolled up toots, time for another red army recruit to be birthed. sorry to say this, but it might as well be tagged and bagged upon re-egress re-entry earthTime: in month 14 a crazed rebel agent will plundge an old fork into the temple of your soft newborne, sharply turn left, and extract some serious UdonNoodle matter.
if you could go back in time, and pickle yourself, would you do it?
back to business, Boston is fortifying its walls, secretly. civil services are amassing bunkerLike safety networks. the whole charade is being masked as a Beautification process.

just what humanity needs, more superfitia.

hull breach and other reminders of evil

our drive down to E.falmouth was not without glimpses of route 3 panorama through tear-tainted eyes.
i love approaching an overpass that has been assigned pro-militaria poste-IT note duties. always enlisted, funny, this.
it is as if there are no Pilots or Officer-corp living on the southShore or on Cape Cod.
perhaps it is because family of Officers are trained in more covert methods of the "Roadway WelcomeHome"

(fighter Pilot Dad returns from overseas duty in the early morning hour to his wife and sons.
there are tears and with the hugging, joy runs pell mell about the place.)

"my god have I missed you!"
"baby, i missed YOU"
"I almost drove off the road I was so tired, and then I saw your HeartShaped infraRed homing beacon two klicks past exit14"
"it was totally improvised, i love you robert, glad you liked it"
"mmm, it was sweet, except, i thought it was a painted target, yeah, and I grabbed the E-brake like it was a bombRun! fishTailed passed a trooper and spilled my dunkies TurboHot!"
"golly, the free world IS exciting!"
"-where's ollie and ben?"

bottom line, jetCraft and fighterPlanes are awesome, because as everone knows, airSuperiority settles disputes.
Seapower is terrific; initiates conflict. LandForces move in to crush the counter Offensive and smash reOrganization of a mobilGovernment.
Airpower destroys communications, cuts supply routes, and prevents an airBorne egress of the politburo and the aristocracy.

despite what you might think about this issue, i shall not become a vector for antiSentiment toward any branch of our national defence. here are some films to consider next time you think your brother has planted fiberOptic listening devices in that amazing sofa you found in oldMoney JP:

platoon
glory
killingfields
deerhunter
3kings
blackhawkdown
force10fromNavarone
flightoftheIntruder
apocolypseNow

on saturday evening i heard an f15 fly by. no, not a flyBy, there was only one of them. unless, unless he was heading to the redsox game. i think it was their last game of 2006. baseball is cool and all, but i like Cross better. oneday we shall have an AV-8B harrierjumpjet kicking off CX nat'ls, and it'll so overshadow a subSonic stadium buzzing. if the DoD doesnt go for it, i am sure the RAF will come through. (offshore carrierOps-to-ground)
long of the short, i love a 4thjulyFlyBy.
point fingers, stack sandBags, rig the bridge for demo, dispence with the pleasantries.
i need a new driversLicense.
i need a new box of Pandas Licorice.
will the fighting never stop.

hans poot