The Legions
The 3rd Infantry Division is officially the whiniest unit in the United States Army. Jesus H. Christ in a fucking chicken basket, guys, you're in the cotton-picking Army! The President has made it very clear he intends to fight a "War on Terror," with occasional tangents like the conquest of Iraq; where in that do you think it says you will be sitting in your barracks at home? We don't need the Army to police the streets, we have law enforcement and internal security forces to do that. The job of the Army is to go kick ass and take names in the rest of the world. "We've been here for four months, and away from home for ten." Ooo, ten months in Kuwait and then Iraq, what tough guys; compared to all the guys who were drafted in December 1941 and didn't see home again until late 1945 or early 1946, the boys of the 3rd ID, as it is so affectionately known in the media, are on a brief excursion. It's an all-volunteer army, boys and girls, you went out of your way to get where you are.

Basically, my position is the old soldiers' axiom: ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die.

On Bald Mountain
Founded in 1915 by Oscar Seagle, the Seagle Music Colony is seated on top of a heavily wooded hill (known as "the Hill") in pleasant Schroon Lake, New York. The campus is composed of about ten buildings, housing a theater/rehearsal hall, a dining hall/lounge/rehearsal room, and living accomodations for the eighteen staff and thirty "students," known as young artists. The important thing is that the entire place is filled with bugs. Gigantic fucking biting flies and more mosquitos than you can shake a stick at. It's atrocious. The Mountain assured me that after a week you don't even notice them anymore; bullroar, I say.

David's roommate in "The Nod" (part of the three joined bungalows known as Wynkin, Blynkin, and Nod) is a quirky gentleman named Seth. He is perfectly suited to the Mountain. Neither of them would get on very well with all kinds of other people, and yet they are so cosmically perfect for one another. It's amazing. I wasn't sure about him at first, but he won me over most immediately. He's exactly my kind of dork; I sincerely hope he and David remain in touch.

The Not-So-Bald Mountain's self-proclaimed "twuest friend" is Tawny, a dazzling and charming young lady. No, that does not do her justice. Miss Tawny is a most magnificent creature, a true lady among commoners, a goddess among mortals. I fell in love with her upon first glance; in a world of silly girls, this is a princess. Quite sensibly, the Mountain fell for her right away, but learning that she had a boyfriend, he has directed his affections to another, the shy beauty Rebecca. Apparently, she's "confused." Gah, fer the love of Pete, if you don't want to go out with the lad, just say so. Also, there is his Figaro co-star, the vivacious Lydia. Methinks all the world's a soap opera on the Hill.

My beloved brother is having a ball at Seagle; for his sake, I almost wish the program was longer than just two months. I miss him terribly, but I'm genuinely glad he's so happy.

On All Things Teen Titans
Did anybody else see (and/or tape) the premiere of Teen Titans on Cartoon Network? Man, it was wicked sweet. Starfire the friendly, naive alien and Raven the brooding, world-weary Goth girl; hee hee, what fun! If we can just get new episodes of Justice League, I'll be happy as a pig in slop.

On the other hand, I was not thrilled with the first issue of the new (entirely different than the TV show) Teen Titans comic; the characters are very different than they were at the end of Young Justice, much to their detriment. (Wonder Girl feels like a freak? Where the frell did that come from?)

Still, Teen Titans (TV) was fab. The theme song rules! "Teen Titans!" (in artificially high-pited Japanese voice)