furtive explorations

Cops turn off their sirens before they approach the criminal's hideout, I rather expect us to do the same. In fact, it wouldn't suprise me to find out that some of our special forces are already in place and possibly even engaged.

"Powell is ex-military so why in the world would he warn the people we are about to attack that he is coming, weeks in advance? ....In any case, you don't go on CNN and telegraph your moves weeks in advance."

That sounds to me like exactly the game plan Powell himself followed in the Gulf War. It worked, too - or, at least, it didn't fail (overwhelming military superiority can make up for a lot of tactical errors). And you know generals are always ready to fight the last war - even though the next one rarely resembles it. so, the long and the short of it is, I'm not expecting any feints.

OTOH, I'm tired of being lied to by my government. Sure, they are in the right but it still pisses me off. See, Colin Powell is ex-military so why in the world would he warn the people we are about to attack that he is coming, weeks in advance? Bet on us getting into posistion just to strike something other than Afghanistan or the obvious buildup being a complete feint at the very least. In any case, you don't go on CNN and telegraph your moves weeks in advance. Look for a last minute shift of weight or an early hit somewhere while the main crew is still getting into place.

My personal opinion runs along the lines of "They can do what ever they want with their radio time; they have every right to try and avoid pissing off their customers; a temporary ban is more than reasonable to keep from upsetting the powder-keg of violent reaction that America is suffering right now; and at least they posted their list unlike the other major stations who have done so quietly." Of course, if they really wanted to not piss off their customers they could start playing more than the same 200 songs week after week. =)

Sure, I've thought about getting a little Happy Alien on my arm, or a cute little 50's style rocket ship. I even pondered the amusing angel and devil cartoons per shoulder idea. Something I can still see being a part of my life in 20 years or at least funny after all those years. (Though if I'm getting a tattoo of a woman, I'd like her to have arms. Just a personal preference, call me biased against parapelegic pr0n if you must.)

But, until this moment I never really considered that I'll probably still like explicit pornography in 20 or 30 years. Heck why not a whole belly full of pr0n? (I almost said "Let's go nuts, why not ... etc" but then thought better of it.)

Update: I received this from a friend when I mailed this link out. Since she just nailed it I'm quoting her entire mail here... =)
If he's going to put a XXX tattoo on his belly, it should be upside-down.
Better viewing possibilities.

Immediately, my heart begins to race, for just that one second the possibilities accumulate... Could it be cancer? A melanoma so brutal it can leap to spots bigger than freckles in just a day or two? Or maybe some evil form of fungus that will wind up devouring my whole foot? Or a flesh-eating virus? The breakdown of blood vessels signalling a sudden onset of critical diabetes? Maybe even fly or pinworm eggs about to burst forth their progeney from my toosie? Or could it already be necrosis, the final stages of gangrene gone untreated and requiring the leg to be removed at the knee?

Nope, as it turns out I was absentmindedly fooling with the holes in my sock earlier and must have wound up doodling on my foot with the pen. So rather than expiring right thre on the spot from some horrible, unthinkable malady I had to drag my lazy ass outta bed to throw away that old pair of socks. And now, after purging my brain of the images of my one-legged rotting corpse-like self stumbling off to a leper colony and I go back to bed having done one minor household chore. =)

BTW, I am still just a little sick, a cough still. WTF was that vile illness?