Not famous, just in the military, they can wave the flag if they mention you being on leave... Also, was there any point redacting your name if you posted a link containing it? Just sayin'.
Actually, that was more sarcasm on my part, I've got various addresses listed throughout this thread, with my name (and rank) on all of them, and Org (iirc, someone did) took it upon himself to track down my facebook page. My name floats around pretty easily around these forums. My normal names in FG&RP (when I'm not Strife, or one of my disparate characters) are usually anagrams of Kaseman or Strife (Trifes, Sefirt, Masenak, Namesak-e, ect.). If there had been a few more examples of my name, I probably would have gotten some interesting variations, although they probably wouldn't have been very funny.
While my main emotion is cautiously optimistic and I strive to attain it whenever possible, I do go through a couple of others. Extreme anger is characterized by my left hand clenching while I imagine that I've got a combat knife in hand, vague annoyance (which is actually very common) puts my left hand on my knife, or with a thumb in my left pocket (where I used to keep a combat knife, before I was ordered to stop carrying it). I'll get erratic moods where the connections that I make in conversation get even more tenuous than normal. Hand to the bridge of my nose when I'm tired/stressed (or napping at every available time, including when standing). Rubbing the back of my head in social situations. Tapping stuff when I'm depressed or getting annoyed with my father.
Then we've got the flood-haze, which is what I'm just coming off right now (and that I was in when I claimed to be cautiously optimistic). I *always* get physically sick around flood time, it's almost certainly psychosomatic. I stop sleeping, get a really runny nose (to the point where I don't notice it dripping), and overall feel like I'm doomed. However, my good old pride won't let me appear to do any less than anyone else who is helping, so I take a flood cocktail. 3 Dayquil, 800 mg Ibuprofen, two cups of coffee with a fair amount of sugar and enough milk that they're cool enough to chug. Cup of coffee after four hours, along with some kind of solid food. Another Dayquil at the 8 hour mark with more coffee. Crash at about hour 12 or 13, followed by a long night of not sleeping (I usually end up getting out of bed after a few hours and going online, but usually am depressed and apathetic enough not to do anything but trawl tv tropes). It's not all that pleasant, but damn if I every other person doesn't tell my parents that I'm a really hard worker.
By all rights, I should be in the midst of it right now, but I'm feeling surprisingly fine. I really think that it's my optimism that's seeing me through. Starting on Monday, I've been working during the days with Doug and Al, who are friends of a family friend. We've been kicking ass and taking names, doing everything that needed to be done a lot faster than I expected. This year, we've gotten sandbags prefilled and on pallets (and Al has been using his *tracked* skidsteer to put them right where we needed to build up the wall), so that's a chunk and a half of time saved, as filling and moving sandbags is the bulk of the work. I also put a fair chunk of the reason for me not crashing right now is the fact that I managed to get a few hours of sleep last night (via
http://endlessvideo.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k &
http://www.rainymood.com/, awesomely enough).
We're almost done with the flood preparation now. All that's left is a little section of sandbagging left in the driveway. Other than that, I'm going to clean up scrap wood and lost screws from underneath the deck (lest a pump eat them) and try to put a mini wall in one of the spots that I think was leaking in '09. I'm optimistic, which is a really really good thing.
The road is getting diked off in the morning, and they aren't going to allow any traffic on it until they finish (then it'll be one lane), so I'll probably post more observations tomorrow. I'll be just hanging with my cats for most of the day.
Interestingly, I realized that being stuck in a house not unlike mine would make a really good start for a zombie apoc game, stuck in the middle of a lake would keep one isolated until the horde got big enough to become a threat.
Pictures will be up tomorrow, as it got dark earlier than I expected here.
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