Polly want a crackwhore?

"My name's Kim Jong! The US is wrong! Continue foreign aid or taste my Dong!

I gots mad flow when I eat my pho. Capitalist pigs I overthrow!

We're an axis of evil, like Evel Knievel! No chance of Japanese civilian retrieval!

IAEA criticise us, I say that's insanium! DPRK right to enrich uranium!

I don't mean to boast but you guys are toast - Taepodong-2 can reach the west coast!"

Anyhoo...

I woke up at 0530 again this morning. When this happened last Monday, I ended up pulling a double shift. If I was at all superstitious, I'd be worried about the same happening again today. Fortunately, I'm merely fatalistic, so I'm sure that it's going to happen, without all of that bad luck nonsense.

I spoke to Zoroastrian on the phone when he started his shift on Saturday, and had him run me through what he did the previous weekend (as mentioned in my previous blog entry). He was less than forthcoming, and basically said that he did his duty and it's none of my business what happened.

Clearly he's less enthused about me than he was when he was busy offering up his niece. That's good.

He was even less enthused when I told him he has to actually do full patrols. He said that he did, but I told him that I can see where he's been, and where he's not been.

He tried to brazen it out, and once again I'm simply baffled by people that know they have to swipe to enter an electronically locked door, but don't and then can't figure out why the log doesn't say they were in there. Do they think that the fiction they write on their reports is all I read?

Seacrest out.