If I ever have a daughter, she's going to be named Ellen Ripley. If I ever have a son, he'll be named Bishop.
Ripley: Well, someone's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable transmitter and patch in manually.
Hudson: Oh yeah, sure! With those things running around? You can count me out.
Hicks: Yeah I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.
Hudson: That's right, man.
Bishop: [speaking under Hudson] I'll go.
Hudson: Hey, why don't you go, man!
Bishop: [more loudly] I'll go.
Ripley: What?
Bishop: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Hudson: Yeah right, man, Bishop should go. Good idea!
Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
Maybe Armando Bishop, count me among those who think Armando should be 'Stop Lossed'.
I am not and never have been a member of any uniformed (or uninformed) service. OK, Boy Scouts, but I quit after the 'smell my fart' patrol meeting. The best compliment I ever got was from a member of the IDF- "I wish I had served under you".
Whoa. Heavy. Ooh yuck, don't kiss me on the cheeks.
It ain't "Bring It On!", it's "Follow Me!".
Unless you totally understand that, you have no business at all being a leader.
It is hard to be a leader, especially of volunteers. Herding cats? More like opening up a can of worms.
Existence/Non-Existence- are you willing to put it on the line, put your balls on the chopping block- Every. Single. Day. Well I am taking Viagra. Just you wait 'enry 'iggens.
Volunteerism. Again this year, I'll be in charge of a million bucks worth of equipment for 2 weeks. It seems like a big deal to me. Last year I made the new paid professional sprint a quarter mile to pick up his stuff- "All right, you get priority and can do it now, but just remember that EVERYONE else is going to have to wait until you're done".
Heh.
Do you get it?
Smack me over the head with a 2 by 4 because otherwise I just don't get it, and I hope Armando never stops, old, new, FP or not.
Oh, you have not suffered enough. Tonight I strap on my boots and go out in the snow to sit shiv'ah with a man who's wife is dying of brain cancer and doesn't understand how to do email because she always handled it. Again. And for as long as he lives.
Honor, duty, obligation, responsibility.
What word do you not understand?
In order to be a leader you have to lead. Brush the cheeto crumbs off your lap and do something.
Today I read this excellent diary by Raybin. I don't feel bad for Cleburne or Carter, they walked the way of the warrior and died a warrior's death. It wasn't quite the charge that lead to victory, but it's not how you die- it's how you live.
Armando may honorably retire from the field. His scars are a testament to his service. I have no doubt that when he hears the roar of the cannons he will mount up and ride.
As for me, push a stick up my butt and slap my horse on the ass. He knows the way to carry the sleigh.
When you're out for a walk be careful who's shoes you choose.