Happy New Year, everybody!

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I'm planning on staying indoors this New Year's Eve, because (a) it's raining, and (b) fireworks don't really do it for me anymore.

Most of the Marines in the barracks are planning on celebrating at a number of local watering holes, but that isn't my bag either.

So I guess I'll curl up with a good book. But the rest of you, have fun!

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Woo hoo, today is the second-most important holiday in the Christian calendar. And I get to start celebrating a good twelve hours earlier than most of my family. Ha!

When we were young, we had to wait until a decent hour to open up presents. Lacking adult supervision, I'm going to start opening mine right now.

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My roommate just had the TV news on. The weather report had a map with all the planes in flight over the continental US, as the weatherman described flight delays.

I remember the TV news when I was very young. The weather guy had magnets on a painted board, and he pushed them around to describe what was happening. When computerized weather graphics came out, that was totally cool. And now, they've got a live map of the planes in the air. *sigh*

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My new roommate executed part of his plan to make me more sociable today. (The secret to success: bribe me with food.) We went to the beach for a dinnertime cookout. The beach was empty, because it's cold and has been threatening to rain all day. Still, good food and good times. If we can't have snow, we'll at least enjoy the sand.

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A Green Christmas would be nice. It's been rainy for most of the week. Today is beautiful, so maybe it'll stay that way. I'm going to my Gunny's house for a meal on the 25th, but I might go to the beach beforehand if it stays like this.

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Next month's promotion scores just came out. My MOS is closed out, so there will be no new sergeants in January.

In related news, I was called to the Sergeant Major's office. This is normally not good for anyone below a Gunny. When I got there, I told that our squadron mascot was picking up, and would need a new namepatch with it's new rank, a sergeant.

The mascot is a frelling six-inch pirhana, that lives in a tank in the CO's office, so we have no mascot-related emotions towards it, because enlisted never get to interact with it. To the limited extent that one interacts with a fish anyway.

So the news that a fish is getting promoted but I'm not, didn't exactly fill me with glee.

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Hooray! I am now the proud owner of a two-door 1995 Honda Civic. It's blue with a yellow lightning bolt painted across both sides. Yes, really.

UPDATE: It's actually only got a bolt on the passenger side. Shows you how well I inspected it pre-purchase.

Contest idea: In the comments, how much do you think I paid for a 1995 two-door Civic hatchback, with 81000 km on the odometer?

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Today we finally got seven weeks worth of mail. So thanks for the Xmas presents, and also thanks for the Halloween candy!

Delivering our mail to the hanger required the services of a seven-ton truck.

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Done! I am now a resident of a new room, two doors down the hall from my old room. I am going to get very confused, because the furniture is in different places, and I'm using a different wall locker. Woe is me.

I should have been in bed an hour ago, but I've never been able to accurately estimate the length of time it'll take me to pack. There's a law of software development, named after someone, but I can't find it with a three-second google search. It's something like, "Writing a program always takes 50% more time than the estimate, even if the estimate was made while keeping this law in mind."

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