➸ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ ʙᴏᴍʙs: journal posts.

So did the cooks just shit into a pot this morning and call it a day, or is that what passes for sustenance in this place?

Thank god I have a bottle of gin and some olives, otherwise I'd be in danger of starvation.

I heard a man issuing several threats near that Kaiju temple today, including one that went along the lines of him picking his teeth with the bones of the next Kaiju to fall. Now, I don't know what sort of creatures he's seeing, but those mechanics are not solid. Unless he meant filing them down into toothpicks which perpetuates a significantly less striking visual.

I finally got to talk to my niece on the phone today, for the first time since I got here. These time zones are hell for trying to get ahold of family on the other side of the planet. If I want to catch her awake, I have to be up at 3 am.

It was worth it. There is nothing like a 2 year old's squeals of joy when she realizes who's talking to her. I made her promise to draw us a picture. More good news, my middle sister is pregnant again. I told her to name it after me if it's a boy.

She laughed.

Is it entirely too much to ask for a cup of coffee in this place that doesn't taste like it came out of a kaiju arse?

I'm already forced to share quarters with far too many of what only barely qualifies as human males, all of whom apparently subscribe to the mistaken notion that bathing would somehow ruin their record.

It might be the end of the world as we know it, but for the love of GOD, if we're going out, I'm not going out living in a place that smells worse than a Thai prison. And don't ask how I know what that smells like.


...it was the 80s.

Ten years ago last week, Sydn

Most of us have lost someone in the years since We cannot lose sight of

If I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm sorry. I'm Herc Hansen. I'm grateful for the chance to work with all of you.

Am I supposed to say anything else here?