learningcurve

So I missed out on what must surely be the singular visual delights of pudding wrestling in Atlanta this evening in the company of college friends, this peculiar but intriguing bit of fun popping up on the radar entirely too late for a course correction to send me flying east instead of north on the day before Thanksgiving.

Still, after a day spent rattling off curious alphanumeric codes that identify one form of ammunition from another like some sort of idiot savant Shiva chanting a cryptic spoken word version of the promised dance of destruction, it was rather nice to have some fleeting touch with the normal world.