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I haven't been around a whole lot lately, and I'm about to be around even less for the next three weeks. I'm shipping out to Montgomery, Alabama with the Red Cross to help with disaster cleanup.

I'll be in Houston airport from 12:13 to 3:35 on Sunday, and then I'll be in Alabama - the birth place of the civil rights movement. I'll be back in California in October.

-Username17

Via con Dios, Frank. I'd offer to buy you lunch Sunday but I suspect you'd break my nose if we met in person

-Desdan

Lots of luck Frank!! Be safe.

Desdan_Mervolam at [unixtime wrote:1126920005[/unixtime]]Via con Dios, Frank. I'd offer to buy you lunch Sunday but I suspect you'd break my nose if we met in person

-Desdan

I'm not really sure why I would do that, I've been put into close proximity of worse people on less notice before without breaking their nose...

-Username17

Hmm. Too bad. I'll be in Santa Cruz next weekend. I would buy you a send-off if I could.

Good luck in 'bama.

He's never broken my nose ^-^

Be good, Frank. Brains and brawn are what they need. Prolly more brawn, but the brains help.

-Crissa

Good luck, Frank, and be safe.

Game On,
fbmf

FrankTrollman at [unixtime wrote:1126931709[/unixtime]]
I'm not really sure why I would do that, I've been put into close proximity of worse people on less notice before without breaking their nose...

-Username17

Ehh, I don't actually think that would happen, It's just a joke on how seldom my thoughts ever agree with yours.

-Des

Better brush up on the underwater combat rules, Frank

So I made the mistake of admitting to having math and computer skills, and I've been placed in "logistics", which basically means that I'm an inventory guy in a warehouse in Gulfport, Mississippi. I work directly under a logistician from the Finnish Army, and he's already said that as soon as he leaves I'm going to take over his duties as well. He's being called to Washington for a debriefing on Tuesday, so as of then I'm going to be managing the shipping and receiving database for Gulfport.

It is a slow day today. I have very little to do until tonight, when I am going to be doing a mad hand-count of basically everything. I think I'm going to try to take a nap this afternoon.

Rita has us locked down pretty tight, earlier today we had tornado warnings because some funnel clouds came down in our area. We're preparing to move the entire warehouse. There's been a couple of companies claiming to own the warehouse we are in right now, and a couple of other companies claiming to have rented it. The building has a few holes in it, but it's the only facility in Gulfport with road and rail access, so people have been playing dirty over it. Now naturally we are reluctant to leave, but United Fruit has their own army, so we feel that it's prudent to turn over the building to them and let the other corps fight it out in the courts if that's what they want to do. Dole bananas wait for nobody, not even the Red cross.

Meanwhile, we don't even know where we are going. There are some other warehouses available, but we can't see their insides. The standing orders are that nobody is allowed onto the territories of the companies that own those places, and that means we need special permission from upstairs just to take a peak inside and see if we can use the place. It's pretty frustrating.

-Username17

Christ, you make real life sound like [post-] cyberpunk dystopia.

Best of luck. And watch out for those street samurai.

So Lucy decided to put my emails home online in some sort of livejournal format. That can be accessed here:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/franksmail/

Oh well, mothers are weird that way. As to the whole "cyberpunk dystopia" thing - yeah that's a pretty accurate assessment. It doesn't get a whole lot more dystopic than a hurricane devastated region, and there are still "YOU LOOT WE SHOOT" signs up in some places. I keep half expecting Fallout style raiders to make a run on the warehouse. It never happens of course, but they never made a move into the NCR either.

-Username17