. . . . DadCat . . . .

I’ve been movin’ in!! I’m finally in my new apartment.
So… here’s a few pictures.

That’s my living-room. Kinda narrow, but suited for a king.
The view out that sliding glass door is a GLORIOUS view of the bay, and Monkey Island (yes, that’s the island’s name) from the 9th floor.

And my almost completely unused kitchen (apart from the fridge and microwave)

Ontop of that, there’s 2 bedrooms, and a bathroom with a huge walk-in shower.

I started the furnishings with a FUZZY RUG.

I found this by accident at a local furniture store and just HADTA buy it. It’s texture is that of medium-length cat hair.
And yes, it sheds. It’s since slowed in shedding, but it’s still fuzzy.

Then I added A COUCH.

Keep in mind I’ve never furnished a house before… After I clean up a li’l I’ll include a picture of my mostly-finished living-room.(The only furnished room in my apartment)

And my baby sits on her own little table with wheels.

Yes… I’m watching anime.

I’ll leave you with that for now, as I must go find the robot store out in Akihabara (Tokyo’s electronics district).

But first, let’s get something straight.
I did NOT purchase a pillow that resembles a squished Cheshire Cat.

I also did NOT sit on it, making it appear as though I was the one who flattened the unfortunate striped kitty.

And then I MOST CERTAINLY did NOT wear it as a hat in my bathroom.

But I DID finally make my sweatshirt.

It’s the Piratbyran logo. (They usta sell shirts, but they were PAINFULLY insufficient for me to purchase one.)

Ok, I’ll admit it. I bought the Cheshire Pillow. HOW COULD I NOT?!

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This is a short story I wrote shortly after doing a large amount of research in the area of genetics and “the such” (Yes, I actually study stuff without being told it’s homework.)
The story has no direct relation to me, although I did put my name in it, just to mark it as my own, and is purely fictional.  “Just a good story idea.”

Bravesperm 

The warriors rush onto the battlefield. It is just how they had planned. The towering, shining castle lies the middle of the open field completely unguarded. The occupants apparently oblivious to the oncoming raid. The warriors trudge forward through the muck, readying their weapons, unsure of what awaits them inside the castle, unsure even of how they will enter the castle.

Their commander, a sharp-witted, narrow man named dAve had simply stated during the briefing, “We will overturn that stone when we get to it!”
They approach the castle, it’s glorious might towering over them, like the sun in the sky. “It’s millions bigger’n I’d ever imagined it!”, shouts one soldier, stricken by the castle’s pure, untouchable majesty.
Surrounding the castle is of course, as is around every castle, EVER, a moat. This moat, though, appears as if it is filled with blood. Upon closer inspection the commander confirms that it is ,in fact, blood. “The blood of millions…”, rolls off his lips. He looks around as if someone else had put those words in his mouth. “We must clear this moat!”, he shouts to those willing to listen. An “Aye Aye SIR!”, roars through the crowd and the first brave man steps forward into the moat. “Okay, plan B…”, states the commander as that once brave man silently disappears into the depths of the treacherous moat, only adding to it’s volume. “We must build a BRIDGE!”, he continues, looking over his ready and willing crew.
Several attempts at bridge building fail. As the other side of the moat is flush with the castle wall, yielding no place for the bridge to rest. Anything that touches the blood of the moat only disappears, making the moat swell deeper.
The men, now listless and frustrated, begin to quarrel amongst themselves. A fight breaks out ending in one man killed by his own comrade. Push comes to shove, shove comes to punch, punch comes to stab. It’s all out WAR! The soldiers are killing one another for no apparent reason! The dust settles, the final scream echoes over the land, and one man is left standing. The now cavalry-less former-commander dAve stops flailing his sword, drops his dead human shield and surveys the remains of the battle. “I win!”, he shouts, with an odd sense of pride, confusing himself. How can he consider himself a winner… his entire army is dead. The castle lies unscathed just yards away. His dreams of taking this land for his country are now shattered.

The ground begins to shake with an oddly familiar rhythm. He panics and seeks shelter, ducking into a small cavern a short ways away from the castle. Peeking through a tiny crevice, he can see an army approaching. It’s almost identical to his own! They approach the castle from the very same direction, and in the exact same manner fail at crossing the moat! It’s like watching himself from a distance! Just like his own crew, this one breaks out into battle. Only this time no one is left standing.
Shortly after, the ground shakes again, and yet another army approaches. Everything EXACTLY the same. Only this time, there’s one man left standing. Without thinking, and not really certain of what he’s doing he picks up his sword and throws it like a javelin through the heart of the sole survivor. Again, “I win!” comes out of his mouth. Even though, he cannot determine what it is, exactly, that he is winning.

For some time this continues. Ground shakes, army comes, army kills itself. He watches from the safety of his cavern, keeping in mind his original goal of taking the castle…

One day the ground begins to shake, but this time it’s different. The rhythm of the shaking is completely different! Something is wrong! He watches through the crevice, indeed an army is coming…but, the army is strange. The soldiers are by far intellectually inferior to the ones he’s been watching for what seems like eons.
They hastily storm toward the castle and without a single thought try to leap over the moat. It is true, they are strong, able jumpers, but they jump headlong into the side of the castle, resulting in little more than a thud followed by a splash into the pool of blood.
dAve watches in amazement at their stupidity, chuckling softly to himself. One of them, apparently lost, wanders close to the entrance of his cavern. Like a burrowing spider dAve snatches him in and binds him.
He has been planning for this moment. From the gunpowder of the many fallen soldier’s guns he has fashioned a belt. An explosive belt. He just needed some way to hurl the immensely heavy belt across the moat at the broadside of the castle, hopefully ending with a bang and a hole in the side of the castle for which he would like to use as a front door.
Here sits his shiney new belt-thrower, wriggling around on the floor. dAve props his new friend up against the wall and looks happily into his face. “What is your name, friend?”, he inquires, grinning. The soldier can only respond in grunts and unintelligible utterances. “That’s nice, I’m dAve… and you, Jim… I’ll call you Jim, are my key to that castle.” dAve knows that this man only has one thought on his mind, “jump at castle”, and is merely biding his time until the army outside suicides itself.
The roaring and clanging subsides and dAve smiles as he hears one last ‘GRAAAHHHH-thud - - splash’. “Time to go Jim!!”, dAve says, as though trying to rouse a young puppy. “Put on your belt!!” dAve stands him up and ties the belt around his new friend’s waist. “Lessgo! Lessgo!!” dAve unbinds “Jim” and excitedly leads him outside. “GO! GO! GOOOO!!!”, he yells, pointing Jim towards the castle and giving him a shove. Jim takes off like a dart towards the bullseye. “GIT ‘EM BOY! GIT ‘EM!!!”, dAve continues, egging him on while jogging after him. Just as expected, Jim leaps full-fury into the castle wall, resulting in not a weak thud, but an explosion that rocks the very soul of the world.
dAve grins even larger than he’s ever grinned in his short life and screams, “I WIN!!!” while leaping over the moat into his newly-formed front door, unsure of what’s inside but ready for anything.
-The End…
or rather, The Beginning

-dAve

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I’m finally done with class. Tomorrow’s graduation day!

I’m now officially a “SPN-41 & SPN-43″ tech.
Just in case you’re wondering (and I know you are), the 41 and the 43 are radars. They both assist in landing aircraft on carriers and, according to this little piece of paper, I can fix ‘em.

Here’s some pictures!!! (really old ones that I found on the internet, I’ll see about gettin’ some newer pictures…)
The 41

And the 43

Yup… That’s a radar. It’s normally up atop a ship, though, not sittin’ in a field.
I should be “shipping out” sometime this week… I hope.

Soooooo. Now that the boring stuff is over, here’s some fun stuff!

Don’t worry, I didn’t draw on any cats. That’s photoshopped…

Well, I’d better get packin’.

-dAve

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In no way am I a morning person. But Monday mornings are the absolute worst.
Especially THIS Monday morning.

Ever notice how the Monday after a good weekend is always the most terriblestest of ‘em all?
Short story time!!

Waking up to the alarm shrieking its battle cry just asking to be pummeled and thrown, Dave rolls out of bed onto the empty pizza boxes and cans that have gathered over the weekend. Grumbling and groaning spiteful utterances he drags himself to the bathroom.
The shower never seems to work right on Mondays… either scalding hot or freezing cold, never within the comfort zone. Today it’s cold. Very, very cold.
Out of body soap he uses shampoo, “Eh, it’s soapy smellin’.”
“There’s nothing quite like a cold tile floor and a vent overhead blowing cool air after a nice cold shower in the winter.”, he goes on, talking to no one.

The last shaver blade is duller than an ironing board, and the can of shaving cream sputters a small amount of debris into his hand. After grinding the ironing board across his face he opens the medicine cabinet for some aftershave… “Oh, great.”
Undaunted, he reaches for the mouthwash and proceeds to splash some on his face. “Minty fresh”, winking to himself in the mirror.

Breakfast consists of a few spoonfuls of peanut butter, the only edible thing around. And a tall glass of warm water, because the faucet and the shower don’t seem to be agreeing on this subject.

“It’s gonna be an OK day, I think.”, he smiles and looks around, “Hope the room service doesn’t mind the mess… Heh, heh.”

Applying the last broken fragments of deodorant with his fingers, he gets dressed for work and heads out the door completely oblivious to the shopping list he had made (and subsequently forgotten) on Friday;

Space heater
Body soap
Shaving stuffs
FOOD
Milk
Deodorant
New alarm clock

-dAve

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This is the beginning of my Mobility series.

In this series I will cover the many aspects of living the life of a person on the move with as many gadgets as humanly possible.

Being in the Navy, as you can imagine, requires me to minimize my luggage. But my love for everything computers directly contradicts that. I’ll be dragging you along with me as I try out new ideas for traveling(and living) in confined spaces.

Here’s a small peek into my life…

I’ll be going into more detail as to what all that is later on in this series!
-dAve

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The dream I had last night was an interesting one.

I wasn’t in the dream(which is odd). I merely played the part as observer, or cameraman.

This part of the dream stood out, as it was in the form of a cartoon, drawn like a mix between Ed Edd and Eddy, and the Powerpuff Girls. Thick lines and simple shapes, but sketchy and constantly wiggling like sloppily hand-drawn cartoons.
I’m gonna write it out like a screenplay or somethin’ fer understandin’s sake, ey.

Characters:
TimJim - A large man, slightly balding wearing a wife-beater shirt and gray jogging pants with flip flops. (kinda-sorta like that neighbor guy on Aqua Teen Hunger Force but more cartooney lookin’. The name’ll make sense later.)

Johnny - Typical “bad kid” black spiked hair, black skull and crossbones shirt, dark eyes, always in trouble.

Start:
Tim is chasing Johnny through a warehouse. Johnny had just committed some sort of petty crime and an elaborate chase scene ensues. Tim obviously has the intent to punish Johnny for his crimes.

Suddenly, a man who looks identical to Tim appears from a vent on the floor and pulls Johnny into a small storeroom in the basement. The man identifies himself as Tim’s brother, Jim. Jim then walks over to the door and throws it open violently.

The camera flashes to Johnny who looks confused, then back to the door where Tim is standing with a furious look. The camera flashes between Tim and Jim while they proceede to argue:(note the camera never shows both Tim and Jim in the same shot)

Tim(yelling): “What’re ya doin’? That little delinquent fed firecrackers to my dog! He’s gonna get a poundin’! Poor Ted nearly died…”

Jim(calm): “You shouldn’t resort to violence, all he needs is a little attention.”

Tim: “Git outta my way.” (Attempts to barge past Jim while glaring at Johnny.)

Jim: “STOP! You’ve always been like this! Ever since we were kids you always solved problems with your fists…”

Tim swings his fist while the camera changes to Johnny who’s obviously terrified. You can hear the sounds of a violent struggle as the look on Johnny’s face gets more and more frightened.

Camera fades out and comes back to kids in school the next day.

Kid 1: “I hear TimJim beat himself up pretty bad, put himself in the hospital again. This time he used a shovel.”

Kid 2: “Yeah, I heard about that, and Jonny was there watching it too. Wonder if Johnny knows about TimJim…”

Kid 1: “Ohhh, Yeah… I wonder-”

Kid 3(walking in from off-scene): “Hey guys, have you seen Johnny? I think just heard someone saying something about him hanging himself last night… That can’t be true… can it?”

Kid 1: “Ohhh mannn.”

Scene then changes to a baby sitting on the floor with a rattle.

A woman narrates: “Even when he was a child he would always react in two different ways to things. Sometimes he would even laugh and cry at the same time.”

While she says that the baby smirks, hits himself with the rattle and starts crying, then snickers, and continues crying, stopping occasionally to laugh and hit himself again. “I just treated it as if he were two brothers.”

—–
A little morbid yes, I know. But a dream that unique can’t just be left undocumented.
-dAve

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Dave finally installs WP on DadCat AND GOES TO BED.

So, what’re we gonna be gotten here at DadCat?

Well… Mix a li’l Mt Dew with internet

then shake well with

wrestling cats.

Bed… Mmmmm.
ASTA LA TOMORROW!

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