Some combination of the sign language for “awkward” and the emoticon for “disgusted” would be perfect here.Thursday, May 31st, 2007
I just spent an hour on the phone with one of my best friends — and in between listening to him call some guys in his barracks douchebags and motherfuckers (Marines barracks vocabulary = disturbingly similar to j-school editing class vocabulary) he mumbled something about infantry training levels and I yelled, “OH MY GOD, ARE YOU TRAINING TO BE A RECON MARINE?” and then I was like, “OF COURSE YOU ARE YOU PSYCHOPATH,” and he was all “HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A RECON MARINE IS?” and I was like, “WHY ARE YOU GOING TO JUMP OUT OF PERFECTLY GOOD PLANES?” However, as it turns out? The moment is still much funnier in Smittywing’s paean to the Love Song Of John Sheppard And Lorne And The Navy Goat The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves than it is when I’m shouting it at my buddy in California while listening to him talk about some moron who stole a drill sergeant’s porn and tried to beat off to it in said drill sergeant’s bathroom. (Mostly because you know, I don’t want him jumping out of perfectly good airplanes.) Plus it wasn’t like I could tell him my extensive knowledge of the military is primarily rooted in me writing Don’t Ask Don’t Tell defying smut for it.