2000-12-25 - 02:56:46
yep... im still at my grandparents house on kaua'i. im still bored outta my skull... oh yeah, im also cold. plus i have a cold. boy, the good times just keep on rollin' eh?
nah, its not as bad as i make it sound. i mean, i did some fun stuff today at least. i got to shoot stuff so that was a big plus. oh, and i also got to see airplanes fly directly over me. now that is neat.
well, anyway... i ate "chopped steak and two eggs" for breakfast. but there was actually more to go with it, one scoop of rice and onions w/ the steak. y'know where i ate this? bet you'll never guess. "Oki's Dinner." i'm serious. this place actually exists. it's just a short drive from where my grandparents live. the food aint that bad. and they serve lipton tea, so yeah. i like lipton tea. it's quite strong. :) he he he... that'll put some hair on your ass. no, not really. and stop picturing my ass. you'll go blind doing that. oh, and nautious.
well, after that, we went to go visit cemetery's around the island. i must've "met" about 5 new (but dead) uncles and aunties that way. the three that really stick in my mind are the three at the Veterans Cemetery. its just that i felt really respectful in that place. i was surrounded by men and women who put their lives on the chopping block for something that was much more grand they they are. i dont know, its just that veterans are people that command respect from me.
well, after that i sacked out for a long while. i think the steak and eggs made me all tired. then my uncle called and asked if we wanted to go to the lighthouse cause he's in the coast guard auxiliary, so he got his hands on a set of the keys into the light house, so he was gonna take us up to the top. so, we went with him and he also told us to bring our guns. so we took our guns and we shot some cans for some time. i think we got my cousins- who are about about 9 and 10 years old- hooked on shooting. they dont really shoot all that well, but neither did i when i first started. oh well. and yeah, while we were there, we also saw a whole bunch of aloha and hawaiian airplanes fly right over our heads as they were going down into lihue airport to land. it was awesome. the planes are kind of loud, but not really. well, to me at least...
and i also bought smile/wave girl another christmas present. gee, y'know, i've spent at least $30 on her. lets see.... yeah, $34 dollars or so. man... i've barely even spent that much on everyone else combined. actually, i think i've spent more on her than everyone else combined. oh well, shes a special case, y'know?
speaking of smile/wave girl, i didnt get a chacne to talk to her today. that sucks a big one. *sniff* oh well... i'm gonna make it up, i'm gonna talk to her tomorrow. i'm gonna make sure of that! and if not. i'm going to cry. no, i doubt i'm going to actually cry, but i'm not gonna be happy. oh well.
anyways, on a happier note, merry chirstmas to y'all. i'll see y'all sometime soon. and dont do anything i would. peaches.
Satire Story of the Entry:
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the skies,
Air defenses were up, with electronic eyes.
Combat pilots were nestled in ready-room beds,
As enemy silhouettes danced in their heads.
Every jet on the apron, each SAM in its tube,
Was triply-redundant linked to the Blue Cube,
And ELINT and AWACS gave coverage so dense
That nothing that flew could slip through our defense.
When out of the klaxon arose such a clatter
I dashed to the screen to see what was the matter;
I dialed up the gain and then quick as a flash
Fine-adjusted the filters to damp out the hash.
And there found the source of the warning we'd heeded:
An incoming blip, by eight escorts preceded.
"Alert status red!" went the word down the wire,
As we gave every system the codes that meant "FIRE"!
On Aegis! Up Patriot, Phalanx and Hawk!
And scramble our fighters -- let's send the whole flock!
Launch decoys and missiles! Use chaff by the yard!
Get the kitchen sink up! Call the National Guard!
They turned toward the target, moved toward it, converged.
Till the tracks on the radar all finally merged,
And the sky was lit up with a demonic light,
As the foe became pieces in the high arctic night.
So we sent out some recon to look for debris,
Yet all that they found, both on land and on sea,
Were some toys, a red hat, a charred left leather boot,
Broken sleighbells, some gloves, and a ripped parachute.
Now it isn't quite Christmas, with Saint Nick shot down.
There are unhappy kids in each village and town.
Can the Spirit of Christmas even hope to evade
All the web of defenses we've carefully made?
Just look how the gadgets we use to protect us
In other ways alter, transform, and affect us.
They can keep us from things that make life more worth living,
Like love for each other, and thoughts of just giving.
But a crash program's on: Working hard, night and day,
All the elves are constructing a radar-proof sleigh.
So let's wait for next Christmas, in cheer and in health,
And be good boys and girls, as Santa goes STEALTH
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