Hey, sounds like the Iraqis are getting the commissar treatment from their officers. Figures. Let's just hope more of the poor bastards- the enlisted, not the officers- turn coat and help get Saddam off their back.

A note on the war. I'm still against it and every vile little thing that created it, but by this point, how you feel about it doesn't matter, because people are already dying. I just hope the graveyards, Iraqi, American, or otherwise, don't fill up any more than they have to. Not that they have to, of course, but tell that to the pricks we call the government.

Went to Catbirds last night with Jay and Andy to meet Matt and his cousin from Chicago. The yankees enjoyed the Lone Star and Shiner Bock we suggested they drink, which was cool. Tonight's drinking: $2 liter bottles of Beck's at the shitty Irish pub-clone here in The Woodlands. If I can get to the jukebox before the assholes do, I'll get to listen to Sabbath all night.

Almost lunch time. Shiner Bock and sunshine!