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The Daily Alison (Ep. 105, Where Trevor and I remember summer camp)

So something’s awry on the blog right now. Who’s having trouble seeing these new posts? If you go to the link through twitter they should show up but apparently if you just go to the blog home page they aren’t showing up. Let me know if you’re having trouble seeing anything.

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9 Responses to The Daily Alison (Ep. 105, Where Trevor and I remember summer camp)

  1. Andrew Cardona September 26, 2009 at 1:31 pm #

    I can't see the posts from your site, but through twitter I can. Its a minor inconvenience but will not deter me from viewing your posts *exclamation point!*

  2. Andrew Cardona September 26, 2009 at 1:51 pm #

    Siento mucho. It means my condolences. Actually it means “I feel much.” Sorry to hear about your friend.

  3. vronsfan2005 September 26, 2009 at 12:31 pm #

    I can’t see the posts from your site, but through twitter I can. Its a minor inconvenience but will not deter me from viewing your posts *exclamation point!*

  4. Joe September 26, 2009 at 3:41 pm #

    I was having trouble viewing the posts here this morning, but not now.

    Hey — Trevor made it to Brooklyn! Sweet – we all like Trevor. He mentioned making his bed at Space Camp. I have a couple of Air Force stories you might enjoy.

    During basic training in Texas, I lived in a big open dormitory with about 40 other guys, kind of like this: http://tinyurl.com/y9fs533

    As you can see, the beds are just a mattress on a basic steel frame. When we made our beds, we would lay on the floor under the bed and pull the sheets and blanket as tight as we could. One morning the guy right across the aisle from me fell asleep – right there on the floor under his bed. When the training instructor (TI) came in, everyone — as usual — stood at attention in the aisle. Well, almost everyone. The TI found the guy still fast asleep on the floor. His punishment? He had to get up and stand guard in full uniform every other hour for the next 3 nights. After the third night, the guy was a walking zombie.

    The second incident happened to my roommate in North Dakota. When he was in basic training they had footlockers at the end of their beds. The footlockers were supposed to be locked at all times unless you were actually putting something in or taking something out. Well, he left the dorm one day with his footlocker unlocked. That evening they made him walk up and down the stairs (it was a 2 story dorm) two dozen times carrying his footlocker (which are pretty damn heavy) while yelling at the top of his lungs, “I had a security violation” over and over and over. He was only wearing his briefs and he said all the other guys were rolling on the floor laughing at him.

    And you thought you had it tough at summer camp?

  5. vronsfan2005 September 26, 2009 at 12:51 pm #

    Siento mucho. It means my condolences. Actually it means “I feel much.” Sorry to hear about your friend.

  6. Joe September 26, 2009 at 2:41 pm #

    I was having trouble viewing the posts here this morning, but not now.

    Hey — Trevor made it to Brooklyn! Sweet – we all like Trevor. He mentioned making his bed at Space Camp. I have a couple of Air Force stories you might enjoy.

    During basic training in Texas, I lived in a big open dormitory with about 40 other guys, kind of like this: http://tinyurl.com/y9fs533

    As you can see, the beds are just a mattress on a basic steel frame. When we made our beds, we would lay on the floor under the bed and pull the sheets and blanket as tight as we could. One morning the guy right across the aisle from me fell asleep – right there on the floor under his bed. When the training instructor (TI) came in, everyone — as usual — stood at attention in the aisle. Well, almost everyone. The TI found the guy still fast asleep on the floor. His punishment? He had to get up and stand guard in full uniform every other hour for the next 3 nights. After the third night, the guy was a walking zombie.

    The second incident happened to my roommate in North Dakota. When he was in basic training they had footlockers at the end of their beds. The footlockers were supposed to be locked at all times unless you were actually putting something in or taking something out. Well, he left the dorm one day with his footlocker unlocked. That evening they made him walk up and down the stairs (it was a 2 story dorm) two dozen times carrying his footlocker (which are pretty damn heavy) while yelling at the top of his lungs, “I had a security violation” over and over and over. He was only wearing his briefs and he said all the other guys were rolling on the floor laughing at him.

    And you thought you had it tough at summer camp?

  7. Andrew Cardona September 26, 2009 at 8:31 pm #

    I can't see the posts from your site, but through twitter I can. Its a minor inconvenience but will not deter me from viewing your posts *exclamation point!*

  8. Andrew Cardona September 26, 2009 at 8:51 pm #

    Siento mucho. It means my condolences. Actually it means “I feel much.” Sorry to hear about your friend.

  9. Joe September 26, 2009 at 10:41 pm #

    I was having trouble viewing the posts here this morning, but not now.

    Hey — Trevor made it to Brooklyn! Sweet – we all like Trevor. He mentioned making his bed at Space Camp. I have a couple of Air Force stories you might enjoy.

    During basic training in Texas, I lived in a big open dormitory with about 40 other guys, kind of like this: http://tinyurl.com/y9fs533

    As you can see, the beds are just a mattress on a basic steel frame. When we made our beds, we would lay on the floor under the bed and pull the sheets and blanket as tight as we could. One morning the guy right across the aisle from me fell asleep – right there on the floor under his bed. When the training instructor (TI) came in, everyone — as usual — stood at attention in the aisle. Well, almost everyone. The TI found the guy still fast asleep on the floor. His punishment? He had to get up and stand guard in full uniform every other hour for the next 3 nights. After the third night, the guy was a walking zombie.

    The second incident happened to my roommate in North Dakota. When he was in basic training they had footlockers at the end of their beds. The footlockers were supposed to be locked at all times unless you were actually putting something in or taking something out. Well, he left the dorm one day with his footlocker unlocked. That evening they made him walk up and down the stairs (it was a 2 story dorm) two dozen times carrying his footlocker (which are pretty damn heavy) while yelling at the top of his lungs, “I had a security violation” over and over and over. He was only wearing his briefs and he said all the other guys were rolling on the floor laughing at him.

    And you thought you had it tough at summer camp?

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