Packing The great thing about the Korea trip earlier this year is that it really taught me a lot about packing. The first thing is that when you don't know where you're going to end up, it helps a lot to have wheels on your luggage. I went to Korea with one footlocker with wheels and one without. There's something about having to move two 50-pound footlockers one-hundred yards or more that makes you appreciate wheels. The side-by-side comparison, combined with the discovery that getting old hurts like hell, drove my luggage purchase decision earlier this month.
I bought an
REI WheelyBeast 2.0, a duffle bag designed to be rolled behind while holding a lot of junk. It's a great bag, holds about 7,200 cubic inches, and did I mention the wheels? You see, bitter experience has taught me that you should take all the crap you can imagine every time you go someplace you've never been. It has three big, comfortable handles that should make lugging it into cab trunks a lot more fun than the footlockers were. Can't stack it or stand on it, but other than that, the bag is a peach.
I got the bag on speculation when it went on sale earlier this month, and then speculation paid off. I'm out and about on a jaunt, and I hope to post pictures soon. If you're checking on this blog and know where I'm going, please don't post it. It's a surprise.
"Lefty Girl" (A Tragic Love Song) Because we have been instructed that racial and religious comments associated with the song
"Haji Girl" are inappropriate I have endeavored to replace them with appropriate terms that will clear up this whole controversy. The problem with incoherent ideologues willing to kill their own children is not limited to Iraq, and so this tragic love song gets a new setting: the People's Republic of Berkeley.
"Lefty Girl"
I was out on the campus of UCB
And we were under attack
And I, well, I didn't know where to go.
And the first thing I could see was
Everybody's favorite, Burger King
So I threw open the door
And I hit the floor
Then suddenly to my surprise
I looked up and I saw her eyes
And I knew it was love at first sight
And she said
Worker, worker socialist jihad
Murtha, Murtha, Che is God
Lefty Girl I can't understand what you're saying
And she said
Worker, worker socialist jihad
Murtha, Murtha, Che is God
Lefty Girl I love you anyway
Then she said she wanted me to see
She wanted me to meet her family
But I, well, I couldn't figure out how to say no
Cause I don't speak Lefty
So, she took me down an old dirt trail
And she pulled up to a VW bus
And she threw open the door
And I hit the floor
Cause her brother and her father shouted
Worker, worker socialist jihad
Murtha, Murtha, Che is God
They pulled out their AKs so I could see
And the said
Worker, worker socialist jihad
Murtha, Murtha, Che is God
So I grabbed her little sister and pulled her in front of me
As the bullets began to fly
The blood sprayed from between her eyes
And then I laughed maniaclly
Then I hid behind the PC
And I locked and loaded my M-16
And I blew those little f***ers to eternity.
And I said
Worker, worker socialist jihad
Murtha, Murtha, Che is God
They should have known they were f***ing with a Marine.
Original Lyrics Hat Tip:
Blackfive
