zhivaia-legenda’s Neighborhood

At last I know what to do with all the bodies I have stached away.

Throwing Bodies Allowed

Вернулся с троллея, живой и невредимый. И вообще трупов не было, только один слегка покалечившийся вьюнош.

Завтра отбываю в Крым и затем в Москву.

PS. Троллей охуителен. Фотки, если чё, трясти с ellik 

I think we have finally come up with a technique for catching runaway Sumsums in the town streets. One person follows him slowly on foot, while keeping voice contact, and trying to talk him nicely into coming back. Sumsum enjoys this immensely, since he can demonstrate his defiance and his superior ground speed. Another person grabs a bicycle (ha ha!), quickly overtakes Sumsum and the first person, dismounts and turns backwards. Then the first person starts moving faster, driving Sumsum straight into the loving arms of the second person. No problemos, señor!

Saw the most incredibly stupid movie You don't mess with the Zohan. What a bunch of crap. It's not funny, it's obscene without having Borat's charm, it mocks both Arabs and Israelis in a moronic way, it does not keep a good steady pace of events, and Adam Sandler's wannabee Israeli accent is annoying. In short, a total waste of our time. I didn't even have the missus's luck to fall asleep in the middle of it. If you really must see it, look here for an eMule link (Hebrew subtitles, first in list).

Plumbing problems at the house. I tried to shut off water supply to one of the toilet storage tanks, and the faucet head just broke off. It's a cheap plastic thingie, so I didn't expect it to have a long life anyway. But then I tried to close down the main water supply, and the valve simply won't work. It rotates freely, and nothing happens. Water pressure remains the same, no matter how many times I turn it. What the heck is happening here?!

Update: I'm starting to lose my marbles, and at such a young age. This is not a rotating kind of valve, it's one of those 90º-close-90º-open kinds!

A couple of weeks ago I got a phone call from my old army unit. Technically I'm still their reserve soldier, but practically they hardly ever call for me. Anyway, they wanted me for an "early discharge from reserve service" interview. I didn't know what that meant, so they told me they got stuck with too many reserve soldiers. They could not call them back for service any more, they didn't have the budget, they didn't have operational need for so many people, and so and so forth. The funny part was that they needed my consent to be discharged early. "Can we do it over the phone? I'll give you my consent right away." - "No, we only do that for enlisted people, officers have to come here". Okay, so they arrange me this whole bunch of entry permits, set a date, and I drive there (some 20km) right after work.

The  base hasn't changed much, except for a few cosmetic touches. They hauled a decommissioned fighter jet and placed it on a stand by the gate. Looks funny for a rear unit. A couple of name changes, numbering changes, but the rest stays the same. The building still smells of rats, the walls are covered with inspirational posters, and the people are young and energetic. Anyways, I get into the lieutenant colonel's office, and see an old friend of mine. She hasn't changed much, but got promoted to head of department. A few smiles, questions about old friends, and then comes the formal part. "Would you like to be discharged from reserve service?" - "Yes, please". She writes that down on a blank. - "Okay, that will be all". - "??? Do I need to sign the paper?" - "No, it's okay". - "So why did I have to get my ass over here?". - "That's our procedure, sorry". Now all I have to do is wait for the request to be processed, and then they're gonna have a ceremony (!) at the base, to thank me for all I've done for the unit, and send me on my way to a bright and prosperous life as a civilian :P

Spotted in Kfar Yona ...

Makes You Happy

Старые персонажи на новый лад ...

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This morning I went for a nice morning jog, to get the juices flowing, so to speak. Totally unintentional, courtesy of good old Sumsum. My mistake was to let him out into the front yard without his leash. The little bugger sensed he was free to go, and boy, did he go for it. No matter how fast I ran, he was 50 meters ahead of me, stopping from time to time, giving me a look full of contempt, and pushing on. We ran the streets for a good fifteen minutes, when I noticed he was going even faster, and not stopping to look back at me any more. We closed a circle, got in the neighbourhood of our house, and then (bummer!) I lost sight of him. I decided to get the car (or the bicycle), so I could resume the search and mabye even gain a small advantage. My kids greeted me at the front porch. "Where did you go?" - "I lost Sumsum again".  - "Oh but he just arrived home!". Thank goodness. He now knows where he lives.