32 Days and Counting

I believe you have truly hit a low when you begin referring to life back home as "my civilian life" or "the civilian world". Its sad that I am filled with excitement to imagine the possibility of being able to pick out my own wardrobe. Its going to be so great to walk around and be in a world without rank. Its going to be great to wake up in the morning and ask myself what I want to do today. It's going to be exciting to exceed 30 mph. I was talking to my sister yesterday and she said we had to do something exciting when I got back. I told her at this point walking arond Wal-Mart would excite me. I am very easily amused at this point as far as not being in a military environment. I only wish it were permanent, and not only another brief tease.
Season #11 and counting: I am currently over halfway through Simpson's Season 11 on DVD. And a point of pride... still not one episode I haven't seen. I keep wondering what season I quit avidly watching. Well I have six more seasons, and six more things to maintain my sanity.
I'm playing NCAA 2007, currently Terrance Nunn and Zach Taylor are #1 and #2 for the Heisman. I recently jumped the difficulty setting up to Heisman, so maybe I'll have some trouble. After beating Kansas 104-59 (Second Half was my second team defense, trust me they need improvement.) Zach Taylor had 728 yards passing in that game, 10 Passing TDs, 1 Rushing and only 1 Int. That was on All-American so its not like it was on JV and I did run up the score a little bit. Other than that nothing new Peace Out

Where have I gone right?

I'll pause to reflect on exactly why I am where I am at this moment. First of all, I blame my pride and ignorance to not take a free handout when it is waved in my face. I had my college paid for, but instead I joined the Army National Guard, to "earn my college", going on three years later I don't have one credit hour.
I'd like to blame my judgment on self worth. I panicked, and saw everyone else around me going to college or moving away from home. I panicked and decided I had to do something with my life. At the age of 18 I decided that if I didn't do something everyone would pass me by. If I only knew then what I've grown to know.
I blame my value for the almighty dollar. I blame my constant worrying of never having enough money or if any. I blame my greed and selfishness, and my ego which blinded me from what truly mattered. I blame my yearning for a better life which I can clearly see now was void of happiness.
I'll blame ignoring my intuition. I blame ignoring the little voice in the back of my head that told me this wasn't a good idea. I blame my arrogance, my self-indulgence and my skewed perspective, which has led me down this path.
I sit here in realization I've had to grow up faster than I wanted to. I've had to sacrifice the last two years, and I know I will never get them back. And I would gladly pay every last cent I have to get those years back. Yes there are those who have sacrificed more than I have. But I have no control over that. There are those who suffer more than others, and those who can't comprehend the amount of suffering that some go through. I don't think of things as in it could be worse. How good of a gauge is that to measure your life? Every time I hear it could be worse, I think you why would you think of life in terms of acceptance of a situation because you could be in a worse situation. Why not think in terms of it could be better? I know with the limited time God is going to give me on this earth I don’t want to die knowing everything I did was gauged off of me knowing that a situation existed worst than the one in which I chose.

53-69

The record of my Chicago Cubs today. Currently 12 games out of first place in the NL Central and 9.5 Games out of the NL Wildcard spot. Another season, easily over before September and another year added onto the train wreck, which is known as the Chicago Cubs. Since 1908 the Cubs have failed to win a World Series. The Cubs last appeared in one in 1945, and were beaten by the Cleveland Indians. In 2003, the Cubs came six outs away from making their first trip in 58 years. But a series of unfortunate mishaps occured, which I have repressed every waking moment since.
I love baseball, of all the things in life, which bring me a simple joy, baseball reigns above any other sport in my book. People complain because the season is too long; I don't see it as too long. The 162 games played allow for momentum swings and droughts and in the end allow the best teams to prove that they are the best in the end. And pure and simple any given game can be won by either team. And one loss is not a reason to give up on a whole season. A team witha ten game winning streak can enter a series against a team struggling and leave being swept. There are no guarantees, and specious reasoning holds no bounds. In 2003 a Florida Marlins team, with a salary cap of 40 million dollars, toppled a Yankees team with a payroll on 200 million dollars in the World Series.
Why did I choose the Cubs? It's like having a draft for states to live in and I get stuck in Alabama, right? Not really. I chose the Cubs when I was really young and just happened upon a Chicago Cubs shirt. If it had been a Royals shirt I may be in more misery than I am now. In 1998 I really began to follow baseball with the epic homerun chase between Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire. I followed Sammy's assault, and watched the Cubs make the playoffs in their 163rd game of the season, a one game playoff with the San Francisco Giants. I remember Gary Gaetti hitting the clutch homerun into the right center field basket at Wrigley. Then the Braves destroyed us in the first round, which was all but expected.
I really could walk down every experience I have went through with the Cubs, all my disappointments, every term I've coined out of anger when we lose, and every moment that I thought we were done, and we rose up to win. I watched my second Cubs game of the year last night. The first beinga 1-0 loss to Houston back in June. I had the opportunity to see Carlos Zambrano face the first place Cardinals. I watched him give up two runs and five hits in the first two innings. I was worried and though maybe I was on the verge of seeing the pitcher I've hyped as the NL Cy Young Award winner be shelled by a team I despise almost as much as the New York Yankees. Then in the third inning, he struck out the side. Then in the fourth with the bases empty, two out Albert Pujols came up to bat. The Cards down 3-2, Pujols is the most dangerous hitter in the NL if not major league baseball as a whole. One swing of the bat and it would be a tie game. Zambrano threw a 96 miles an hour fastball right down the middle; Pujols didn't swing. 0-1 count. Zambrano lauches a 95 miles an hour fast high and out of the strike zone and Pujols swings right through it. Its an o-2 count, and the Cubs ace has a lot of options at his disposal. Zambrano lets go of anothe blazing fastball this one shoulder high on Pujols and well wide of the strike zone. Pujols takes a desperate swing at it to no avail. Zambrano struck out Pujols on three pitches. Pujols had nothing but an array of fastballs, and he couldn't touch them. Zambrano went on to finish with seven innings pitched. He gave up one hit after the second inning, and was dominant. The Cubs though couldn't hold the lead and he wasn't able to get his NL leading 14th win. The Cubs prevailed in 10 innings. And Pujols almost hit a grand slam in the top of the ninth. It would have been an 8-4 game. Just kind of how the Cubs almost made it to the 2003 World Series. Baseball doesn't deal in almosts. The Cubs received another W in a season where they have been so far and few between.

I'm So Smart, S-M-R-T, I mean S-M-A-R-T

First proof that the above statement is untrue (note: it is off the Simpson's) I am currently in Iraq. Next point I am in the United States Army National Guard until I am 24. Join the Army, I've seen South Carolina, Mississippi, Louisiana, Kuwait, and Iraq. I'll let you guess as to which of these locations I've always wanted to see... I'll save you the time; NONE OF THEM!
Dating from 24 Jan 2005, I have been at home for... 127 days, or a bit over four months. I was in South Carolina for 134 days for Basic and AIT. I've been on Nebraska soil for two days in the year 2006.
If I'd had known this upon signing up for the Nebraska Army National Guard; I'd be working at McDonald's flipping burgers for all I care. Actually about June of 2004 I decided I didn't want to be in the Army anymore, (I had enlisted in December of 2003) so I blew off drill for three months until my recruiter tracked me down. I remember he set up an appointment for me to go to him, I said screw it and forced him to finally come to me. I told him I didn't want to go to Iraq so I got set up with a Admin job, which I decided to take despite the fact I had a clear shot to get out. Then ontop of that PV2 Fleck blows off drill for three months and decides not to contact anyone whatsoever and what do we do... promote him to PFC Fleck before he leaves for Basic Training. Went through Basic Traing and AIT, too easy even for somebody such as myself who didn't want to be there.

I get back home and drill with my unit for two drills, in those drills I decided that I don't want to be a 42A anymore, I'd rather be in the Aviation field. So I get myself in a 15P slot and am planning on going to school in January of 2006. One month later I am informed that I am being INVOLUTARILY ATTACHED to another deploying unit. I get about three weeks heads up, which I appreciated immensily. So now I am in a country which I don't want to be in, doing a job I don't like, in the Army which for some stupid reason I didn't duck out of when I had the shot. It's a great experience though...at least thats what I'm told. A great experience for me at least doesn't constitute being here. Lesson learned, if I'm being held hostage for 20,000 dollars and I just happen to have the ability to get 20,000 dollar signing bonus up front if I re-enlist. Then I'll miss life but there are fates worst than death and six more years of this and I won't have to worry about somebody else shooting me... I'll take care of it myself.

If I had 10,000 dollars

As amazing as this may be to those who experience my spending habits first hand, I have healthfully eclipsed 10,000 dollars in the old savings account. Well I decided that with my first 10,000 dollars I should follow Homer Simpon's advice. First of he claims," with 10,000 dollars we would be millionaires."b So you are currently reading the blog of a millionaire. Then he says "we can buy all sorts of things, like love." So I will use my 10,000 dollars to buy love. But it just so happens Amazon.com doesn't sell love. After toiling for hours I have decided that I can get all the "love" I want largely in part due to the first part of Homer Simpson's quote. If I go around claiming to be a millionaire I will get love... or lust either way a four letter word that starts with an L. As Tony Montano says in Scarface, "In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the woman." So as a millionaire I have the money, now I'll have to get power. Once again Amazon.com failed to deliver the power I am searching for. Next I remembered another quote, this one from C.M. Burns. (Simpson's trillionaire) "What good is money if it can't inspire terror in your fellow man." Seeing as I can't inspire terror in my fellow man being a millionaire, and especially this coming from trillionaire C. Montgomery Burns I have decided I am no longer a millionaire. So now I have no money, no power, and no women. If there is a lesson in this it's that 10,000 dollars doesn't denote you a millionaire contrary to what the Simpson's claims. And if 10,000 doesn't inspire terror in my fellow man then I can't get a woman. Now I guess I'll buy myself some cheap porn and watch in a kiddy pool filled with one dollar bills.

I hate this place.

What'd I'd rather be exposed to than here:

In a kiddy pool filled to the brim with salt after sitting out in the sun for eight straight hours without applying sunscreen.

In a porta-potty which had rolled down a hill into a landfill.

Sitting in my living room gagged and forced to listen to Mormans telling me why to join the Church of Later Day Saints.

Driving a foreign car

Watching every Ernest movie uninterrupted

Drinking a case of Diet Pepsi

Working at McDonald's

Rummaging through the dumpster at McDonald's

Stripping at a Gay Bar

Janitorial serivces at the Porn Barn

Babysitting twenty kids with A.D.D. who haven't taken their medication.

Shooting twenty kids with A.D.D. who haven't taken their medication.

Going on blind dates with transvestites.

Hand feeding incredibly obese people..and giving them sponge baths.

Drinking six gallons of milk which has sat out in the sun for three weeks.

Having my stomach pumped on 12 different occasions while trying to accomplish this feat.

Being mugged and robbed by a group of nuns.

Having a vasectomy.

Having a vasectomy done by a hobo, who can see out of only one eye with no medical credentials in a back alley with a pair of bolt cutters.

Try to break the world record for most VDs by sleeping with Vegas prostitutes.

Be dissected by a middle school biology class.

Be dissected and sodomized by an eighth grade biology class.

Have people who work with me read this and think I'm incredibly disturbed.

Eat at Arby's.

Wear Calvin Klein jeans.

Watch Kaazam.

Owned 100,000 shares of Enron stock before it crashed.

Been born a Texas Longhorns fan. (shivers)

Jason Fleck Declares His War Against Sitcoms

Quiet Ladies and Gentleman, Jason Fleck is about to address the masses.

"Fellow Earthicans, I come tonight to declare my war against the sitcom. The Sitcom has being rising up against worldwide television audience for too long, and I say we shall make our stand! I have heard all the canned laughter I can stands. And as the greatest sailor in the history of the world would say, I stands all I can stands and I can't stands no more. The major television networks must be stopped, as they are corrupting what was once a worthwhile investment in television. Now our children resort to video games, porn, drugs, booze and leisure activities and don't sit basking in the glorious glow that has tanned my skin for my 20 years on this earth. I cannot live on in a world where the lowest form of entertainment is prominent on television. I have decided I shall declare war on the sitcom. I will take the fight to the enemy, I will conquer this corrupt, godless, souless, heathen which has leeched the entertainment out of prime time television. I will destroy this summoner of death and destruction to the television and I will not fight via the Geneva Convention. Ladies and Gentleman and young children... especially young children I will torture the Sitcom as it has done to the American public for years. It will beg for mercy and I will begat more pain upon it. I will not quit until the sitcom lays in a pile of rubble, of which I will urinate on. There will be no losing this battle, the enemy will fall, and he will regret he ever laid claim to television. The sitcom will be annihilated, and Television will become good and pure, as it once was. Thank You and Good night."