Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
"Think you used enough dynamite Butch?"
Yes, there were intermediate steps, but I like the overall "before & after" of these two shots.
Have I mentioned my job can be fun at times?
Posted by Captain Tightpants at 9:24 PM
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I am so jealous. I wish my job involved blowing stuff up.
I think your job is to provide essential expertise necessary to clear areas, often to permit the civilian population to return home. They are also expert in counter-terrorist search - uncovering illegal arms and explosives.
That is really fun and exciting.
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