{"id":8716,"date":"2026-01-02T03:52:53","date_gmt":"2026-01-02T03:52:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/?p=8716"},"modified":"2026-01-02T04:25:11","modified_gmt":"2026-01-02T04:25:11","slug":"a-visit-proof-of-life-and-to-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/2026\/01\/02\/a-visit-proof-of-life-and-to-the-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"A Visit, Proof of Life, and To the Moon?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Greetings and Salutations!
And a Happy New Year to all of y’all who survived this current shitshow we call the FUSA. As they say… get ready ‘cos you ain’t seen nothin’ yet<\/strong> me boyos and devotchkas. Had a very interesting<\/em> and fun afternoon with an unexpected visit from Concerned American from WRSA<\/a> in this here Meatspace Environ.

Not our first meatspace meeting mind you. In general I keep intel like that when we ARE going to meet up on the DL for OPSEC reasons except until AFTER the get-together. He was well, and as we’re both, well, truth be told, Sapper as well, the three of us are serious autists and literally we lose track of time while we gab away.

We went and had a fantastic lunch and shot the shit and traded stories for a while. During our discussion, a serious item<\/strong> came up on the Radar, and I need to go into that in a bit… HOWEVER:

I have<\/strong> to get this bit out in the open.

OK: First off… I’ve gotten about two dozen DMs and other messages\/emails and the like from a few of y’all asking if’n I done went and kil’t our famously contrarian and utterly ruthless<\/strong> fellow blogger Aesop when I went out and met up with him in Califrutopia.

I mean the man has not poasted since October 10th, shortly before our meet up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Well… yeah….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I mean I suppose<\/strong><\/em> it is natural to maybe<\/em> think I wasted him, but sorry Filthie, I got “Proof of Life” today:<\/p>\n\n\n

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Of course redacted in the proper places… He’s just out being a Marine, doing the “Jarhead with a fistful o’pesos” Liberty Party Time Mode thang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry to disappoint you Glen!

Of course it took me threatening him in the messages before that response that I -was- going to take credit for killing him, and dumping his corpse in a convenient quarry or the La Brea Tar Pits or some shit like that…<\/p>\n\n\n

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When I relayed that at lunch to CA (who’s also met Aesop) He almost <\/em>spewed his iced tea out his nose on that one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So yepper.
Now:
New Years Eve:
I looked like utter dogshit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Yeah, I look like a troll who’s bridge is missing him…

Soooo… since I had to work a Half-Day at Ye Olde Tractor Factory after work, I went out and got into ‘sharp dressed man’ mode:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Now
Funny\/Sad thing.

The chick at Supercuts who done did the chop? Well my ‘preferences’ are in the computer, but she wanted to know exactly what look I was looking for… she was a few years younger than me, not bad looking, vaguely reminded me of Gretchen… in that hot\/older thing… I then said (before thinking about it) that I was looking for that Waffen SS look… circa 1943…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My initial reaction was “Damn! Did I just say that out loud??? OOOOPS!” then I was like “What the fuck do I care about saying that to some fucking airheaded hairdresser thinks?”

Killer thing is she knew exactly<\/strong> the reference.

Then came the obligatory bullshit flirting, her to me…

FFS.
I even TOLD her I was in the middle of a deee-vorce with a former Hairdresser! Hello? McFly? Anyone home? Sweet Jeebus! She was bemoaning how she was going to be “….home alone for NYE with her cat and a bottle of wine!”

Again… REALLY!?!<\/strong>

Maybe I attract the nutters…. I’m wondering now for really-reelz. I mean my counter was that I was going home to get treatment for my genital herpes, then drink myself to sleep b\/c the treatment sucked so back and my junk was so inflamed…

No… sorry… OMG I wish I had said something like that
If ONLY to see the look on her face.
Nah… I sort of gave the noncommittal “Uh Huh…. I hear that!” and left the whole thing ‘hanging’ when she asked what I was doing…

Now…
IRL?<\/p>\n\n\n\n