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  1. Damo

    Magazine Clearout!

    That cover just gave me a raging erection. I am so confused.
  2. I met a few like that Ry, especially on ANZAC Day. I remember back in the early 00's we did one up at Bowraville and there was this guy with a fake ID and a moth eaten suit telling us that he was CIA and lived up on the hill at the house with "all of the communication dishes and aerials". He tried to get on the mini bus with us for the service up at the cemetary and the local coppers locked him up. You could see it in his eyes though. He carried himself like Trumps personal secret service agent. Talking into his collar.. no doubt saying that the eagle had landed.
  3. Caught this one on Reddit this arv and for whatever reason I felt the urge to share it here. Shout out to @seehund and @Twinair --------------- This is a long and meandering story that came to a climax about 12 years ago. It's one of the most bizarre things that's happened to me, and left me rattled and puzzled for a long time. When I was in college, my father retired and moved to New Orleans. He had lived there in his 20s and 30s, and his two sons from his first marriage (my half brothers) still lived there. He moved into a cool apartment complex with a swimming pool in the center courtyard and a lot of sociable people his age. One of them was a retired army general. I'll call him Tom. My dad and Tom were they same age, and both Korean War veterans. My dad had been in the Marines for four years during the latter part of the war, while Tom had stayed in and risen through the ranks. Tom had been to Ranger school and the Special Forces pipeline, and was a country expert for Korea. He was in Korea for most of the Cold War, training ROK marines, gaming out WWIII scenarios, and working closely with a large, private corporation I'll not name here doing semi-spook stuff. He retired shortly before September 11th. He was a full colonel at the time, and was promoted to brigadier general (one-star) just before retirement to sweeten his pension. That was kind of a professional courtesy/old boy club thing. After 9/11, the government expanded the Federal Air Marshal Service, and asked Tom to come out of retirement lead the restructuring. They wanted someone who didn't have a parent command, and since he had been out of the army for a year or so, he was a good candidate. They promoted him to major general (two-star) so that he would have clout among the other generals, GS-15 civilian employees, and private sector executives he'd be working with. Colin Powell pinned his second star on him personally in the White House. At this time I was in the Marine reserve myself, and getting ready to graduate college. I'd not yet been called up for OIF or OEF, so I was looking for my first "grown up" job. My dad suggested that being an air marshal could be fun for a year or two, even if it wasn't exactly something I was interested in. I had a clearance and and was an expert on the range, not mention I was a friend of the 2-star who was running the program, so I was maybe a step ahead of some of the other candidates. My dad arranged a phone call with Tom to talk about my options. At this point I'd met Tom many times when I'd go to visit my dad. He was one of the kindest men I've known. We'd sit around the pool and I would pick his brain endlessly about his military experience and the spooky adventures he was at liberty to talk about. As a young enlisted Marine, it's hard to describe the feeling of being close with a two-star general. I had seen a general maybe three times at that point. If you're a lance corporal in a rifle platoon and a major shows up in the barracks, you snap to attention and bark out "attention on deck!" like it was Darth Vader walking in the room. Somebody with stars on their collar might just give you heart attack right there. So to be shooting the shit with Tom was pretty special for me. Tom was a widower and an old southern gentleman, and dated women here and there. Although he didn't smoke he always carried a Zippo lighter with him to light a lady's cigarette. He lit a cigarette for me by the pool one day, and I noted that his Zippo had a ranger crest on it. He said that his daughter had given it to him years before, and he thought it was gaudy at the time (he wasn't the type to advertise his status), but he came to cherish it after his daughter died. She had been an avid equestrian and had died in a car accident in Costa Rica in the 70s or early 80s while she was down there for some kind of riding event. His wife died of cancer some years later. Tom's apartment was covered in photos of his daughter in riding gear. She was beautiful. The dated feel of the portraits, frozen in the 1970s, the quiet apartment, and Tom's outward sanguinity were all horribly tragic. At any rate, we spoke on the phone about the air marshal program. He couldn't answer a lot of my questions due to operational security, but we talked for about an hour. In the end another job came up and I didn't opt for the air marshal program. Still, my dad would give me regular updates whenever Tom would go back to New Orleans on leave. Once Tom told my father that they'd done computer simulations of a terrorist running up an airplane aisle, and the only part that stayed relatively motionless was the groin. Obviously in an airplane you want to hit the target and not the fuselage, so they decided to aim for the groin as part of their doctrine. My dad was a physician and told Tom that there would be a tremendous amount of bleeding, and that would be a problem if they wanted to take anyone alive. Being a curious man, my dad set about coming up with a solution to this in his free time. He sketched out a sort of jock strap with a hemostatic agent where the cup would be, and gave it to Tom. Tom came back to him some months later and said that a prominent pharmaceutical company was making a prototype. My dad didn't want money or credit, he was just happy to have been involved in solving a small problem for his country. After the Iraq invasion, Tom left the Air Marshal program and worked on Condoleeza Rice's staff as a national security aide. All in all, everyone loved Tom. He and my dad became very good friends in a few short years. Tom took my brothers' kids to Saints games. They lived in family neighborhoods where everyone was always sitting on the porch and visiting with each other in the summer. Tom would swing by some evenings, and my niece and nephew and all the neighborhood kids would come running, yelling "Mr. Tom!" as they do in the south. I was mobilized in 2004 and my father died shortly before I deployed to Iraq. I went to New Orleans on emergency leave, and my brothers, their wives, my sister, my girlfriend and I drove to Grand Isle, Louisiana to scatter his ashes in the Gulf. Tom wore his full dress uniform. After the ashes were in the water, Tom removed his white gloves and threw them in as well. I'd not known this tradition before but I was touched by it. He choked back tears and had a lump in his voice. Later he took my sister and me to an expensive dinner at one of the finest restaurants in New Orleans, and told us he was always there for us, anything we needed, any time. I fell out of touch with Tom after deploying and coming home. When Katrina hit, I called my sister-in-law Maggie to see if everyone was okay. I asked about Tom, and she said "Oh my God, you didn't hear about Mr. Tom?" I tensed up and said no, what happened? What she said settled over me slowly like slime. Maggie's neighborhood was under water and she, my brother, and her kids went to a friend's house on high ground. There were a dozen others there in the same situation. One of them was Tom's older sister, who would have been in her 80s. She and Maggie knew each other by name and reputation but had not met until then. Maggie introduced herself and asked after Tom. His sister was worried, as she'd not heard from him since the storm. Maggie said "Well, I wouldn't worry. I bet the government has a list of VIPs to check on and Mr. Tom is surely on it." Tom's sister said "Maggie, I don't know what Tom has told you, but..." Not a general. Not a Ranger. No Air Marshall program. No Condoleeza Rice, no Colin Powell, no bleeding out through the groin problem for my dad to waste his time solving, no nothing. Tom was in fact a penny-ante lawyer. What was true was that Tom's sister's deceased husband was a Korea vet, a Ranger, a high-ranker, and a spook. Tom grew up admiring everything about his brother-in-law. At some point Tom's dreary, real-life lawyer job faded from his reality, and his fantasies replaced them. The truly sick and disturbing thing was that his daughter and ex-wife were very much alive; they'd just written him off when his detachment became too much. So he killed them off in his narrative. Still, his daughter had the heart to take him in after Katrina destroyed the apartment building, we found out later. My girlfriend watched my face collapse as I talked to Maggie, and she was equally devastated when I told her after I got off the phone. I had so many questions. What if I had followed up on the Air Marshal thing, and said "Hey, Mr. Tom sent me!" Then some of the particulars hit me. He said he was only promoted to the general ranks after retirement, so he would have had an answer as to why he wasn't listed in the army website's general officer biographies. He probably had an answer to the Air Marshal thing too. It's like writing a screenplay- coming up with plausible explanations for kinks in the story or character development. Maggie ran into him a couple months after Katrina. He was all smiles and Maggie said "Stop. Your sister told me everything." He just laughed and said "Oh, that old bat's crazy." That was the last any of us ever heard of him. I've googled him but not found anything. I'm just glad my father passed away not knowing the truth. He would have been bereft and possibly would have beat the shit out of him. I'm saddened by my dead father having been played like a fool in his last years, but I'm also sad for Tom. The gloves in the water and all that were bullshit, but his tears weren't, nor his graciousness at dinner with my sister and me. With the life in Washington DC being phony and his relatives having written him off, my dad and our family were really the closest people he had in his life. https://www.reddit.com/r/askreddit/comments/8kl2nu/_/dz96rwa
  4. Damo

    Maximum PC recommends XBOne X over a PC

    But it did get better. Much better, and very quickly too. That's how they demonstrated their faith.
  5. Damo

    i see dead people

    Not to mention he died on Albert Einstein's birthday, and they passed at the same age. And he was born on the anniversary of Gallileo's death. Deep.
  6. Damo

    Maximum PC recommends XBOne X over a PC

    Early access has it's pros as well. It allows the developer to get into the feedback loop earlier, and allows the community to guide what they are doing both right and wrong during development. Not post-release. It's a double edged sword, but the days of "It's done when it's done" are slowly disappearing in favour of more modern approaches to the development cycle. PUBG was incredibly buggy early on, but the fixes came hard and fast. Without launching the game and having that wide ranging and immediate feedback, many of those bugs would likely skill exist in the beta. It's popularity speaks for itself. It's not all doom and gloom.
  7. Damo

    Maximum PC recommends XBOne X over a PC

    PUBG is still in early access in Xbox. It comes with the territory. It was already having huge issues before the X even dropped, and the development team were quick to resolve the bulk of issues. The graphics performance alone is night and day different on the X. The early access issues are irrelevant to that argument. The X is beyond 1080 60fps performance. That's the issue when comparing it to current PC builds to begin with. Bang for buck, it's essentially unbeatable at the moment.
  8. Damo

    Maximum PC recommends XBOne X over a PC

    The XBO X is a different beast entirely with gaming resolution though. It's not the 1080 hack that it's predecessor was. The difference on PUBG is night and day.
  9. Damo

    Maximum PC recommends XBOne X over a PC

    That's always been the case more or less - the point that I was making is the state of the industry and PC Gaming in general. When a PC Magazine throws up their hands and recommends you just buy a console - things have shifted dramatically.
  10. I thought you were grounded indefinitely (like, a week ago) because of how bad your health has been - plus your wife in a refuge etc? Did you make a miraculous comeback? Do you want to share your source of stem cells? --------------------------------------- To top it all Off I have some rare, supposedly temporary medical condition that messes with my balance big time so I can barely walk and they do not want me to drive so I'm housebound. The last time I did some idiot bumped the back of my car - Perth drivers... Not going to help the resale value of a car I need to sell, but it's not serious, I'll get rid of it and move on. Of course as a result I'm stone broke and no way to get work in my industry but friends and family are helping there.
  11. So this is apparently where we are at these days; This isn’t an easy thing to say, and it isn’t a recommendation we make lightly, but the graphics card market is so utterly screwed right now that we can’t see what else to sensibly suggest. The simple fact is, if you’re currently looking to build a machine mainly for gaming, the math simply doesn’t add up. Instead, we suggest that you grab an Xbox One X, and enjoy that for what it is until things calm down. Just to put the pricing in perspective, this whole console will cost you less than a GeForce GTX 1060 6GB graphics card. It’s a 4K Blu-ray player, competent media center, and has a growing games catalog as well. It’s obviously not a real PC, and you are ultimately limited in what you can do with it, but as a stopgap, there’s a lot worse that you could spend your money on. True or not, it's a sad state of affairs. I didn't expect to see this kind of thing in a PC magazines build section - specifically "Upgrade of the month". PC Gaming has always been a premium product, and well worth it for the enthusiast market. Resistance is futile at the moment though. Makes me glad I'm not the 'enthusiast' I once was.
  12. Damo

    Alittle question about Dodo

    It's not like all of that advertising money could have been spent on a better product either..
  13. I had the exact same watch, and only two hours after purchasing it, two of the dials (which were actually just stickers) peeled off in the hot Penang summer sun.
  14. Damo

    Alittle question about Dodo

    I'd say that they are crap, but wouldn't want to drag this conversation down into the gutter.
  15. Damo

    Don't say 'crap'.

    Time to automate the process completely then. The dehumanization of customer service sounds real enough already.