Aug 262014
 

Your life story has some plot holes... but it's still an entertaining narrative.I haven’t posted in 13 days. I don’t think I’ve ever gone so long without saying something, even if it’s only something stupid.

I haven’t said much because I’ve been busy, and also, because I’m not sure what to say. And when there is something I want to say, I’m not sure I should.

If I’m honest with myself, the big reason I haven’t said much of anything is because I can’t decide whether “FUBAR” or “clusterfuck” is more appropriate to describe the situation.

Almost none of the FUBARs that comprise the clusterfuck were unexpected. I knew some tough shit was coming my way, but I had no idea how hard it would hit me.

Also, I didn’t know it would all hit at once. I have no idea what I expected, but this isn’t it. It’s FUBAR x 5. It’s compound FUBAR, and everyone knows compound FUBAR = clusterfuck.

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  16 Responses to “compound FUBAR = clusterfuck”

  1. I’m so sorry to hear you had problems. I definitely sympathize. I know you expected some but sometimes they just hit harder than we expect, don’t they?

    I do like your equation a lot btw.

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  2. It’s good to see a new post here. I miss seeing them and I’m really sorry that you’ve been buried under the avalanche of FUBARs that have coalesced into a giant clusterfuck. The scary, illustrated math says it all so don’t you worry about us all running off and abandoning you, just because you’re being more quiet than usual. We’re not going anywhere… Here we are!… Right over here! *wave* <= SEE?

    Just keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep on truckin’, because the sun is eventually going to come out again, and always remember that if it gets too deep, I have hip waders and I wield a mean shovel.

    As far as the pie goes, my recommendation is chocolate cream. Not only is it good tasting, but the chocolate helps to tamp down the sads.

    *BIG SQUEEZY HUG*

    • Just keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep on truckin’,

      I read that as ‘keep on fuckin.’ I like it either way. :)

      …but the chocolate helps to tamp down the sads. *BIG SQUEEZY HUG*

      I’ll take you up on your offer of hugs, and I might as well go for it on the chocolate, too. :)

  3. You used math in your blog post!

  4. Love the creative way you expressed this! Using math, no less!!

    It can be surprising how much our emotions hit us…especially when we rationally thought we had come to terms with the situation.

    Hang in there, and I second the recommendation for good chocolate, smile. But I would go full strength candy.

    • Thanks, Greg. Preparation is a bitch because it’s nearly never enough (and thus, leaves you twice as knocked on your ass as you would have otherwise been).

      Chocolate, candy, liquor. I’m definitely following doctor’s orders on all of them. :)

  5. Sorry to hear it all hit at once. While of course we would miss you dearly, I think we’ll recover if you just need to take some time.

    Now… on to your math! LOL

    For someone who doesn’t like it, you sure love to use it! hahaha. But I’m sorry to say, you really are bad at it. First off, my military background must correct you on the values of FUBAR and clusterfuck. You have it backwards

    FUBAR > clusterfuck though they can have either a one to many relationship or simply a one to one relationship. What you have there is a series of clusterfucks (Plans that went a bit haywire with catastrophic consequences). While a clusterfuck maybe recoverable… we fucked up execution, but the result was still what was expected. Some times, though, one too many clusterfucks in a mission can fuck things up so badly that they end up FUBAR. FUBARs are not recoverable and it’s best to just hold your breath and pray to whatever god you please that you survive the carnage.

    As to the equatrion? Just flip clusterfuck and FUBAR and add a cos to capture the emotional rollercoaster you must be on and I think you’ll have it pegged! ;)

    • Oh, oh oh oh. I see what the problem was. You read my equation in military time rather than civilian. Rest assured, it was the civilian derivations of both FUBAR and clusterfuck (without regard to military origins or etymology — not that there is an etymology of FUBAR, but I imagine there might be for clusterfuck).

      Um… I mean, “Yes Ma’am! I understand Ma’am!”

      Hooyah. (I swing Navy sometimes, but I’m really a USAF girl) :D

      • Hahahaha. Yes, yes.. we military types are stickers for our acronyms and specs. Though there is some etymology behind the term, but if I tell the story the way my First Sergeant did, you may lose your appetite.

  6. That was equation there at the end

  7. {{ Hugs }}

  8. I truly hope the compound FUBAR de-compounds soon… through whatever strategies you can find. I hope the writing and sharing still helps at least a little, along with the new MacBook….

    On a lighter note… did you ever notice that ‘snafu’ backwards is ‘u fans’? and that ‘FUBAR’ backwards is sorta like ‘rebuff’? So reading your equation backwards and downwards, as in Hebrew-Chinese, I think you are asking, in code: ‘u fans, please help me rebuff my pie tears.’ Or not.

    Sending kind thoughts…hang in there

    • through whatever strategies you can find. I hope the writing and sharing still helps at least a little, along with the new MacBook….

      I have soooo many drafts nearly finished, and some pieces of thoughts, but for whatever reason, I’m struggling to finish any of them. I’m working on it, though. :)

      Strangely, I find that writing stuff down isn’t enough to help me process/get it out. I have to share it (here or elsewhere) or else it becomes mental detritus that ends up coming back to haunt me later on.

      I think you are asking, in code: ‘u fans, please help me rebuff my pie tears.’ Or not.

      Dammit, DC. You deciphered my code! Also, send pie, praise, and chivalrous offers of your handkerchiefs, please. :)

      Sending kind thoughts…hang in there

      Thanks, DC. Some days are better than others, but I guess that’s just life. I’m hanging, swinging, bouncing, falling, and climbing… all in an attempt to respond to the demands of the situation. Unfortunately, those demands and situations change rapidly… and I’m just trying to keep up. :)

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