So I Owe You An Apology

I finally (finally) figured out a working solution to my bizarre dA-not-working-at-home thing. I still don't know why this is happening (which is driving my little nerd mind crazy), but a bit of unix hackery has made it all better. The upside? Not only can I use dA at home again, but all of my web traffic is now secured with military-grade cryptography. I <3 math.

So what's the apology for? Well, the very first thing I do to celebrate my return is to post something pretentious, like the Good Ol' Southern Boy series. It's a series, for chris'sake. About the Afghanistan war and, vaguely, PTSD. It's a shameless riff off of Generation Kill and The Pacific and The Forever War. Just who do I think I am, anyway?

I'll get back to the whimsy, I promise, just as soon as I finish crawling into this corner and having a good bout of politics-inspired depression. I would really like your comments on the series, though -- it's a bit of change from my usual, and not just because it's pretentious as all get-out. Honest.