It's late, but terrorism never sleeps so why should I?
I'm uber tired and in a few short hours I'll be heading down to see Mt. Vernon, aka ol' Georgy Washington's stompin' grounds and then going to a Nat's game so I'll keep this semi-short and try to make up for it in the morning or when I'm good and ready. Capish?
K, well for starters, I'm in DC now. I'm seeing stuff like this White House thing. We did that tonight. I couldn't help but notice that they do a pretty good job with the lawn. I don't know how ol' Dubya finds the time.
Here we have my workplace. This is the mothership of Terrorism.com, aka the Terrorism Research Center. Seriously, the place looks like a war room and I expect Jack Bauer to come walking in any minute and demand answers from me. The do a great job of keeping it not quite fully lit so that it keeps a bit of the movie mystique. So I've started my work as an intern/grunt in the office. I sit at a computer and go through a list of websites that are either associated with extremist groups (KKK, The Black Panthers, Greenpeace, etc...) and then check to see if the website 
is still active or not. I update this information to a spreadsheet and add any additional information as it seems pertinent. It's kinda cool, but it starts to ware on you after reading about the 500th group that's pissed at Exxon for killing the planet. I mean seriously, is it really that big of a deal?
My apartment is great. I live in Alexandria and for once in my life will be living near black people. LOTS OF BLACK PEOPLE!!! I love it. Being the minority was something I grew accustomed to in Hawaii and I'm glad to be keeping that status. I take the subway to work, which is about 4 blocks from my pad. It's a good 45 minute ride and I'm happy to say that it lacks the strong scent of urine and drunk vomit that the mass transit in Estonia perpetually emanated. Life is good.
Well, that's all you're getting for now. Stay tuned and don't be a terrorist.
K, well for starters, I'm in DC now. I'm seeing stuff like this White House thing. We did that tonight. I couldn't help but notice that they do a pretty good job with the lawn. I don't know how ol' Dubya finds the time.
Here we have my workplace. This is the mothership of Terrorism.com, aka the Terrorism Research Center. Seriously, the place looks like a war room and I expect Jack Bauer to come walking in any minute and demand answers from me. The do a great job of keeping it not quite fully lit so that it keeps a bit of the movie mystique. So I've started my work as an intern/grunt in the office. I sit at a computer and go through a list of websites that are either associated with extremist groups (KKK, The Black Panthers, Greenpeace, etc...) and then check to see if the website 
is still active or not. I update this information to a spreadsheet and add any additional information as it seems pertinent. It's kinda cool, but it starts to ware on you after reading about the 500th group that's pissed at Exxon for killing the planet. I mean seriously, is it really that big of a deal?
My apartment is great. I live in Alexandria and for once in my life will be living near black people. LOTS OF BLACK PEOPLE!!! I love it. Being the minority was something I grew accustomed to in Hawaii and I'm glad to be keeping that status. I take the subway to work, which is about 4 blocks from my pad. It's a good 45 minute ride and I'm happy to say that it lacks the strong scent of urine and drunk vomit that the mass transit in Estonia perpetually emanated. Life is good.
Well, that's all you're getting for now. Stay tuned and don't be a terrorist.