Hunter Wins

You know, I'm not much for politics and I don't know the difference between Iraq and Iran, but I saw a bit of the Presidential debate last night while having another fine chicken football and, I gotta say, that Duncan Hunter seems to be the only man up there on stage that knows what he is talking about. Really stands out among the rest of the bunch from both parties. He had the best quote of the night too. Talking about his three lead opponents, he said "The guy who has the most influence with these three gentlemen is Ted Kennedy. We need to move away from the Kennedy wing of the Republican party." A guy like him is enough to get someone like me interested in voting for the first time. When I called his campaign, they said I should go to www.gohunter08.com to learn more.

HOT-HOT

Today was my day off. I started with blueberry pancakes, eggs, sausage and coffee at Ric's. When I got back to my building, I saw a narrow ray of light coming down on a 8 square foot area filled with sun. Since I've been here, there is never any sun on that spot because of the buildings around us, so I grabbed my shorts and sat in the sun for a while. It was friggin HOT. I burnt my hands on my magazine when I picked it up it was so damn hot, then it fell apart because the glue holding it all together MELTED. So, since it was too hot to sit in the sun, I brilliantly deduced that it would be good PT weather, so I ran to Billy Idol"s Greatest Hits on my Ipod for about three miles along the Gulf. It was HOT. First, the picture is of where I ran, but it was shot about a month ago while it was barely cracking 90. Today it was over 110 and nobody was there, but the beach was just as shitty as it looks here. At somewhere around 2 1/2 miles, I learned that I start feeling much the same as when I run at Venice Beach for the same distance - just that at Venice, its because its a contact high - so I went home.

I next watched Chistina Ricci in Prozac Nation on DVD while I ate a California burger delivered from Ric's. Not really sure if the meat was all beef, and have heard reports that they often put cat meat in some meals here, so I guess it should be called a Tijuana Burger.

So back to the beach - as you can see, it's nasty. When my wife saw this picture, she yelled at me over the email to "get those little kids out of that nasty water!" I live right here behind the buildings in front of you. the Arabs can't date, so they come and park at places like this to be alone. The lucky ones sneak away from their cars to get a room, but when they return in the morning, the tide has come in and covered half their car. It's hilarious. Each afternnon, you can come down to this beach and see at least two cars covered in water.

New Food

Apparently, my discriminating palate has gained the attention of a much broader 909 audience than I had thought, so I have to step up my game. Because I am a very refined gourmet kind-of-guy, I have developed a complex nightly routine: I ride my bike to a grimey take-out and order what has to be one of man's finer culinary masterpieces - a chicken football. A guy on base called it that and said it was the best thing ever. It's simply a roasted chicken (and by roasted, I mean probably soaked overnight in a vat of butter, salt and pork fat, then barbequed) wrapped in a giant hand-made pita and served with a container of garlic mayonaise. They cost only 900 fils - or about $2.50.

I ate my chicken while watching Team America DVD that a friend lent me. It was gut busting funny and everything, but I got a bone stuck in my throat while laughing during the part when Susan Sarrandon and Tim Robbins got riddled with bullets by patriotic anti-terrorist sympathizer puppet super heroes. I'm going to recommend a "boneless" chicken football.

The Dino?

I thought I had heard it all, but my niece just passed this to me. She's full of 909 pride. Something about Farmer Boys too - says its the "Mercedes Benz" of fast food. I'm kind of old school so I kind of prefer the ole' "Datsun B-210" of fast food - Bakers. You can usually find me there camped out next to the parking lot dumpster in my Red Rocker Standing Hampton tee and 501s with my Papa Baker combo and a 40 of OE. Of course that's after hanging out in the back room at at Dave's Records, trying to catch a glimpse of the new specialty merchandise in the glass case.

...and Their Response

Big Day...

Race Guy

Nice man came by today to chat. Goes by name of Geoff Bodine. He drives around in circles really fast and gets paid to do it. I told him that I know alot about race car driving myself, because in my real life, I drive a car called a Mach Five in exotic and exciting foreign locales with a hot chick named Trixie riding shotgun. Except substitute "real life" with "in my dreams, cuddling my stuffed race car." He suddenly forgot he was "double parked" and cut his visit short after I asked him how cool it was to use the "A" button on his steering wheel and jump right over cars in front of him on the race track.

Anyway - great of him to come out to the AOR to meet and greet the troops. He left an autographed picture, so first person to respond gets it. NC readers - I know you want it.