Wolf's blog: "Random Crap"

I'm completely aware that there are DROVES of men on this site that will send a barrage of messages across the board, offering no content or tactics to try and hook up. They send you messages with nothing but "Wanna hav sexxx??" and if you say no, they reply with, "y not??" It's an Internet phenomenon. They probably frustrate you to the point that you can't even properly formulate the reply that would completely encompass your issues with his approach. So, I give you a response. You can take this response, save it to a file on your desktop, and feel free to copy and paste it to any of these guys that bothers you. If we get enough women answering these idiots in full detail, they may eventually become receptive on how to properly treat a lady with respect. It wouldn't matter if they see it twice, because odds are they are copying and pasting their message to multiple women. So, without further ado: -- Excuse me, but every step of a man's approach represents his skill and ability to please a woman. There's respectability, tact, and technique. The fact that you have negated all of these things in a single message has led me to believe that you'd be clumsy, ignorant, and I'd spend most of our time together waiting around while you figure out what you are doing. I'm sorry, but there are plenty of bimbo sluts out there pushing strollers because they fall for zero skills, and you'd be better off finding one of them. Have a good day. -- It may be a bit too long for the shoutbox, but it should work for the ones that leave mail. You can edit and summarize any which way. It's not like I copyrighted it, lol. It may seem like an arrogant reply to some of you, but try and remember the way he came on to you in the first place. Hope this helps! NOTE: Having a baby does not make you a bimbo slut, lol, don't take offense to that.

Maybe my absence was noticed by a few people? Maybe? LOL For those of you that stayed in contact and talked to me while I was out here and/or received my random mass mails, they shut off my mail account days ago. They expected me to be gone by then. Somehow I didn't think of this until today. I can post on update on Fubar! LOL For everyone else, yeah I've been in the sandbox for awhile. Thew news for everyone, though, is that I am in country for another 8 hours before hopping a plane to Qatar. I'll sit there for a night or two and then I am on my way to the states, baby! WOO! LOL The past few days I've just been sitting in a room playing Xbox with a couple of guys in a similar bump situation. However, keep your eyes open on the 29th. Have the fire warm. Break out the beer and lock up the daughter. Wolf's coming home. ;) UPDATE: 31Jan08 Got home last night. Threw some bags on the floor of my uncle's house and crashed HARD, lol. My car has gone to total suck so I'm off to get all of that fixed. My baby needs attention! LOL (maybe I need a gf lol) Still getting the sand out of my brain it seems. This "real food" is hard to eat for right now! When did they get real milk? I thought it all came from soy... You people and your inventions! Thanks again to everyone here who stayed with me on the trip and listened while I ramble in emails, lol. Hope I didn't bore you to death, but you'll see me around much more these days. I can almost guarantee that as of next week, if you find me, I will be blind stinking drunk. Ciao!

Hey everyone. I sent out two bulletins to see who would like to stay in contact with me as I head out for Iraq. This is not the same thing. I won't be taking any more emails for the mailing list whil I am out there. I have well over 70 now, and I think I'm approaching the point that they may yell at me for jamming up the servers every time I send out an email, lol! Either way, I just wanted to let you all know: The movers come tomorrow to pack up all my stuff. I opted to vacate my apartment while over there, so I can make an extra 3k by not paying rent. My final ship date is the 10th it seems. I am to report to the pickup point at 1400 (2:00pm) on Monday. It will take a few days to hit hard ground and be situated. I got promoted as well. This is a great thing, but also sucked at the same time. The money and the rank is great, but I sewed on before I left, which basically doubled the number of things I had to do to get ready for the deployment. All of the stripes and such that I bought for the deployment all ended up being worthless. I had to get my mil ID changed, etc. Either way, I'm looking forward to this trip, as usual, but more so than before. I have a large group to write to, and I am excited to get started with the emails. It's like a perfect environment for me. I can make a ton of money, entertain a large group, and know that in the meantime I am doing something that really makes a difference to the lives of many. Expect to see something by the 13th or so. Wolf

Originally posted in sticky bulletin form, but that will go away soon, so here it is again in bloggy goodness! LMAO (Already have over 50 emails on the list, and haven't even added my family yet, so thank you all very much and keep them coming) (Oh also, because of the volume of the list so far, and growing, it's best if you search for my first email from Iraq in your junk mail folder, lol) As many of you know, I'm off to Iraq again here in less than 4 weeks. Now comes the usual time where I start collecting email addresses. I'll be able to stay in contact over there, no problem, but mostly this is for the mailing list. If you don't know what this is: I put out an almost daily newsletter, detailing the events and thoughts of each day while deployed. They are apparently very entertaining, and some even say I should bundle them together and make a book. Sequel to Jarhead or something, lol!! Well I don't foresee any major combat situations, as I'll mostly be working at the new hospital, however those of you who have been on previous mailing lists know that we find a way to make every day interesting somehow. I mean with no beer, 12 hour work days, and the base getting attacked twice a day... we have to find ways to kill time lol. So I invite anyone and everyone to come join me and correspond with a soldier while he's overseas. I can't guarantee exactly when the email will arrive every day. It will vary as I find the time, but unless I end up on a Blackhawk again, bouncing back and forth from Baghdad, I should be able to send at least one out each day. I also include pictures and such. If any of this interests you, just leave your email address somewhere I can find it. Leave it as a comment here on this bulletin, send it to me in a PM or a shout, and I'll add you to the list. No one will be left out. If at any time you want to be taken off, just ask. I'm not catty, lol, but I guess those in the past would say you wouldn't find a reason to want to stop receiving the emails. I'll be taking emails up to the 3rd of September. I ship out on the 5th. After that, expect the first email to arrive in a week or so. I also respond to emails if you reply to my messages, and who knows, you might even find me on Fubar now and again, lol. I'll stay in contact with anyone who wishes it. I don't even have to know you, but by the end... you'll know me ;). Hope to hear from all of you. DO NOT OFFER TO SEND COOKIES! WE ARE ALWAYS UP TO OUR SANDY ASSES IN COOKIES!! LMAO Wolf

Some of you knew this already, others did not. We do not ask for much. We take a petty paycheck. We take bosses telling us how to not only do our job, but how to live our lives. We put up with people every day saying that we are risking our lives, and even losing our lives, for nothing. There are many of us out there that feel it is all worth it. In the honor of knowing I have done my part to keep you safe, I rest assured that whether or not I die, I have made a difference in your life. For many of you... I don't know you. I have never shook your hand, kissed your cheek, or heard you speak to me. However, tomorrow I will pick up my rifle as I Did the day before, and I will stake my life against your well being, because that is what I do, and that is what I believe in. I took an oath to protect you and I plan to uphold it. I will take the fight to the enemy and I will keep them from your homes to the best of my ability. In my own way, I love you, and I just hope you are proud. Please watch the video. Wolf 11971 - Returning to Iraq, fourth trip, September 2007 - volunteered

We are each nation's chosen elite. We are sworn to protect the nations against all terrors. We employ the tactics necessary to keep the children of the world safe and secure. We are prepared to die for our cause. We will unite and be the vengeful voice of God and Earth, and we will prevail against all odds. So rest your head, weary child, for our hand is laid upon it, and all is safe on our watch. Rest easy tonight, and all nights, for we will not die, and as long as we live, you are protected. Coronae Aeternus (Latin for "Eternal Defenders of the Siege") This is the oath I helped to write, and swore by. --Special Operative Grade 1st Lieutenant Wolf 11971, Commander of the Slayer Platoon, elite division Task Force Scorpio

I've often asked people this question: "What's the one thing?" Funny enough, it originally came from the movie "City Slickers". Later it got modified. The basis of the premise is that each human that lives his life has just one thing for his life, and it's up to each person to figure out what that one thing is. Later, it evolved into BEING one thing. We have to become the changes we wish to see, and therefore its both word and deed that would require you to be that one thing. I actually saw this again, of all things, on a recent Kleenex commercial, lol! That's what triggered me to see if other people do, or should, think like me when it comes to this. In the commercial, a man is talking to another man about the death of his stepfather. The other guy says, "What's the one thing?" I whipped my head around to the TV when I heard this. I've asked that question for years about others or myself. The man had a quick reply, "Love... He had a lot of stresses and downfalls, a lot of hard times, but he never stopped loving life, loving family." That's a vague quote of what he really said, I've only seen it once, but that was the general idea, and the key word is accurate. The point is this: The guy had a response ready to go at such a broad question. Granted, it was scripted, but I think it still speaks true. It may take a loss to realize how easy that question can be answered, but here's the question for you: What would people say was your one thing? Now, be honest with yourself. You can't say what you WANT people to say. Think long and hard about what someone would say was your one thing the day after your funeral. If you're comfortable enough with yourself, and you are true to others, then I think the one thing would coincide with what you want them to say. If you worry about it, wouldn't today be the day to start fixing that? No one lives forever, and many people will not be there tomorrow. I've always been a strong and passionate person about my own mortality. Every day I go down three flights of stairs at least twice. Every day I drive my car at least four times. Every day I enter a convenient store that has been robbed multiple times. Almost once a year I go out to war. Someone may ask what my one thing is tomorrow. What would they say about you, and is it something to fix?

All of these calls were made to me by people who had dialed the wrong number, but were too thick headed to hang up. I just thought I'd share some of them with you. I already know that they were wrong and kinda mean in most cases, but hey, I thought it was funny at the time, lol. I have a pretty good memory about the stuff that makes me laugh the hardest: Wolf: Hello? Caller: May I speak with (some guy, not me) Wolf: (pause) Speaking. Caller: Hello, sir, we would just like to let you know that you have won a free vacation as per a hidden sweepstakes being held by your credit company! Wolf: That's awesome! Where am I going? Caller: That's your choice, sir. Wherever you want! They'll fund a full week with lodging to any place of your choice. Wolf: That's fantastic! I always wanted to go to Botswana. Will they send me to Botswana? Caller: Yes sir they will. Wolf: They have naked natives running around I think. That would be awesome. Caller: Now if I could just have your credit card info. Wolf: And booze! I think they make home made booze there! Caller: Sir, I need your cred-- Wolf: Oh and I think rape is legal! Caller: I don't know about that. Wolf: Wait, what did you need? Caller: I need to know if your card is Visa or Mastercard. Wolf: Well I have both, which one did I win with? Caller: Umm, I don't know. Wolf: You think they have cool drugs in Botswana? Caller: Sir I do believe it was the Visa card. Wolf: I just like saying Botswana! Caller: Can I have the number from the Visa Card please? Wolf: Certainly. It's 4323-7410-0953-5421 (random) Caller: And the expiration date? Wolf: June 6, 1987. Caller: I'm sorry? Wolf: June 6, 1987. Caller: Are you reading that correctly? Wolf: I can read. Caller: That card has been expired for almost... like 19 or 20 years. Wolf: Oh... I haven't used it in a while. Caller: Mr. (whatever) please if you could-- Wolf: Mr. who? Caller: What? Wolf: My name's Wolf. Caller: Are you serious? I asked you your name at the beginning of this call! Wolf: oh I was watching the tv I wasn't paying attention. Sorry *click* *** Wolf: Hello? Caller: Who is this? Wolf: This is Wolf. Caller: Why are you answering Linda's phone? (At this point, I usually it's my phone or wrong number or something, but this time I said--) Wolf: She's sleeping. Caller: Let me talk to her. Wake her up. Wolf: I don't want to, she looks peaceful. Caller: Who the hell are you? Wolf: I'm Wolf. Caller: Just put her-- are you-- *sigh* Do you know who I am? Wolf: Her husband? Caller: No we're not married, what are you doing at Linda's place while she's asleep? Wolf: Well I'm not robbing it if that's what you think. Caller: Quit fucking around! Did you and Linda do anything or not, man! Wolf: (pause) Well we were going to. (Pause) Caller: Yeah? Wolf: But when I got her pants off, I noticed the surgery. That might be your thing but it's not mine. So we just watched-- Caller: Wait what? Wolf: Watched Monk. Caller: No what surgery? Wolf: The gender surgery. It's a good job but you can still tell. Caller: What are you talking about? Gender surgery what? Wolf: She used to be a guy, man. Caller: No fucking way. Shut the fuck up. Wolf: Oh ho ho! Man you fucked a dude! *click* *** Wolf: Hello? Caller: Yes I'd just like to say right off that this call may be recorded for security purposes as well as training and quality assurance. May I please speak with Mr.--not my name-- (pause) Caller:Hello? Wolf: Speaking. (dunno why I said it but hey, lol) Caller: Hello sir this is an attempt to collect a debt from Citibank Visa in the amount of (whatever it was) and I would like to know your method of payment. Wolf: Who are you again? Caller: Credit Management Inc. (or something) Wolf: How do I know you're not just some thief that hacked a Citibank website or something? Caller: Sir, I'm with Credit Management Inc., I have a copy of your credit report right here. The account number for the card you had with them is (whatever) and the amount past due was (whatever) at the time of which they sent the debt to us to be collected. Wolf: What if I don't pay you? What if I threaten you with a bat instead? Caller: That's your choice, sir, but we do not respond to threats and we will report this to your credit report if you do not send payment today. Wolf: So you know everything about me, huh? Caller: Well whatever is on the credit report and the information from Citibank Visa, yes sir. Wolf: Well I'm not going to pay you. Caller: Sir, we strongly suggest you do. Wolf: Or what? You'll make it hard for me to buy a house? Like I care. I have a house and a car that are fully paid off and two credit cards that think I'm great. Why should I care if you hurt my credit report? I don't need it anymore. Caller: .... Wolf: Hello? Caller: Sir, this is my first week and honestly I don't know how to respond to this. Wolf: Oh, well, don't worry, you have the wrong number anyway. I don't even know the guy you're looking for. Caller: Oh my god *click* *** (this last one was while I was very drunk and feeling very goofy) Wolf: Hello? Caller: Oh, I'm sorry, wrong number. Wolf: ARE YOU HIM? Caller: What? Wolf: Are you the guy sleeping with my wife?? Caller: Dude I don't even know you! Wolf: Some guy keeps hanging up every time I answer the phone but not when my WIFE answers the phone! Caller: Whatever man, I'm sorry but it's not me. Wolf: Why are you apologizing then, wussy?? Caller: What? Wolf: Wussy. Caller: Fuck you. Wolf: Like you fucked my wife? Caller: I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR FUCKING WIFE Wolf: My FUCKING wife? Well she aint doing it with me man it must be you! Caller: *click*

The road trip was a hell of a good time. Since I had full reign of gas and lodging costs, courtesy of a gov't credit card, I went ahead and let the trip last three days and spent some time in the South's finest shitholes of motels LOL. I never ask for much, so honestly I'd have to say that it was all a lot of fun making my way here. I formed seven different distinct road gangs. Because of them, I sailed through Alabama, from bottom corner to top opposite, at over 100 mph the whole way minus short plugs. For those of you that don't know what a road gang is to the full term, let me explain. There's several kinds of highway speeders: The Loner: Speeds constantly, but hates when anyone follows him. IF you follow him, he will either slow down, or depending on his temper, slam his brakes or flash to tell you to get off his ass. The Leader: Speeds like crazy, and if people jump on his ass, the more the merrier. He has no problem with pulling you through the mess. The Hitchhiker (ME): Does the speed limit until a Leader comes along, and promptly jumps behind them and matches speed. Should the Leader turn out to be a Loner, the Hitchhiker will immediately give way and wait for a Leader. The Day Pass: A speeder that is speeding for immediate purposes. He's late, his wife's in labor, whatever. Be that as it may, he normally does not speed, but today he is, and he can randomly change his mind. The Wannabe: A teenager or someone of similar intellect that has more faith in his car than is warranted (AKA a 19yr old driving Grandma's Oldsmobile and doing 110). Speeding beyond that of normal behavior is typically excessive to his car, and he'll learn that later when his engine seizes, but for right now, he's a Leader. The Road Gang: The ultimate speeding collaboration. This group can consist of any combination of the above, except for more than two Leaders. Hitchhikers (like myself) are most comfortable in the middle of two or more cars in a Road Gang. Should a cop appear around the bend, he may get the first car, maybe the last, but never one in the middle. For the most security, a cop will typically not go near a group of three or more cars for speeding, too much hassle. They look too much like general flow of traffic. That's why I love road gangs. They're easy to form. A few hand signals and smiles, or just finding enough speeders as we cruise, and by god you're on! Surprisingly I only saw about nine cops from Southern Texas to Virginia. I, of course, exclude the OTHER nine cops I Saw... all in Louisiana. Those guys must be starving to death, because I saw people pulled over all over that road. It was ridiculous. I saw a newscast a while back about how Louisiana will do anything to impound your car and auction it off to make the state some money, but that was my first witness of just how many cops and how often they had someone in their sights. Craziness. Alabama was awesome. Not a single cop through the whole place. I never went below 85, when we got stuck behind trucks. Other than that, I averaged 100. I had a leader for a while, and then a wannabe pulled me all the way to Atlanta. It was an utter blast. I left a diamond ring on the bed in Duson, Louisiana. It was a gift from Bobbi while I was in Iraq. Luckily she decided not to pay to have me killed when I told her. I was as busted as she was about it, because I kind of liked having a pinky ring... Had my first Blimpie's sub in Louisiana as well. I did a cold cut for the hell of it. The lady, Kat, was very nice and talked me into a bunch of extra crap that turned out to be really good, lol. I love trying new things so it wasn't a hard press. In NC, I found a camera behind the large mirror in the bathroom of the Holiday Inn Express. I yanked it out and brought it to the front desk. They denied all knowledge, which was fair, they probably didn't know, and offered me the room for free as well as a coupon for ten free nights in the future. I Took the coupon, but had them charge me for the room that night. Why? Cuz it wasn't my tab! LOL Guess the guys in NC aren't used to people checking in and having a cam scanner in their bag and doing an immediate sweep for the hell of it. Thats the first time it ever paid off, too, LOL! Getting to Virginia, it was as bad as my family had warned me. VA used to be a haven for fast deadly drivers like myself. If the speed limit was 50, everyone was doing 80. If it was 65, watch the hell out. I used to love it. Dr. Gridlock himself used to advise people that weren't from VA to stay the hell out if they could avoid it, because if you weren't ready for the madness, you would die. We got rated the deadliest traffic in the nation four years in a row. However, the inevitable happened. People figured out that VA rocks. FBI, MCI, CIA, the A-root server for the entire Internet, the Pentagon. We have the high-paying jobs! We have the salaries to go with them, too. So, of course, I was gone for 6 years and came back to a madhouse. They had put up neighborhoods everywhere to account for the influx, and now everything is a traffic jam of IDIOTS who looked forward to going fast, but slam their brakes at anything. Now it takes over 2 hours just to graze one edge of DC. Thanks, assholes. Glad to know you love our area, but you can leave now. Ugh. I havent been able to stay online much these past weeks because I've been catering to the toddler of my wayward cousin, and helping my aunt cook, not to mention just driving around and visiting family in the area. It's been a lot of fun, but I'll have my place soon and be back to my usual hermit ways, :P. So far I've just been visiting the various homes of my family in the area, and, after doing the long hugs and hellos, I end up fixing stuff or helping them hang things on walls, god knows what. Either way, it feels really... REALLY good. I'll still be deployed from this location, but this feels like home more than any other station I've had. So, with my next trip to Iraq, my fourth it would be, I can really, LITERALLY say that wehn it's over... I'm on my way home. When I go back, probably in 8 months or so, it will be the first time that my family had the opportunity, as a whole, to greet me on the way back. I almost can't wait. Goodnight out there, everyone. Thanks for listening this long.

Found My Way Home Those of you that stay in contact with me out there in the country/world know I've been slowly rolling towards escaping San Antonio. Today I finally signed out of Lackland AFB after 3 months of hassle and dealing with stupid people that don't communicate with each other. There's a lot of things I am going to miss about this place. There's a bar on every corner, food is everywhere, the people are friendly. Most of all, I'm going to miss the friends and lovers I am leaving behind. I've talked to most of you about it, and I'd take you if I could lol, but it's time to go home to VA. It's been a good long run (6 years) in Texas. It's time to get back to the east coat. High speed highways leading directly to hour long traffic jams. The DC clubs, the beach bars, the fast money and loose life. I miss a lot of what I left behind when I first shipped from VA. I'm very excited about going home. I haven't really spent any time with my family in over 8 years. I'm very excited about it. Finally found my home ;). I'll be offline for a little while while I figure out who can get me jacked back in. I'll be here for the rest of today. Oh, and for those of you that are on the other side... see you in a couple of days ;)