Army of Fun


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Thursday, July 17, 2003

While some snark about the (in)frequency of postings to this labour of love that is Army of Fun, or AoF* to those in the know, I could just as well snark back well at least I have a life that doesn't revolve around the latest pop culture event the otiose programmers of mass media drop into our laps to entertain us but I won't 'cause my life, full though it is, has been sucking hard lately. Who would have thought divorcing your 19 year old Mongolian wife and having her kicked out of the country would involve so much financial, emotional and legal investment. I mean, it should be simple right?

Okay, so in retrospect I shouldn't have married her in the first place. Seriously, most men (especially of your mittel-european variety) can go to Asia and content themselves with dipping their pink quivering wicks into the wet slits of Indo-Chinese fleshpots, but me, oh no. First I have to head towards Mongolia (cold, flat, windy, booze made of fermented horse's milk with a dash of the same beasts urine)
Fyrste, 11:26 AM