You'll notice Navy Lyres has a new look.
Not better. New.
But, you'll notice I have given myself a better, new title. Originally, I was the "Host," but that made Navy Lyres sound like a talk show. I became your "Webmaster," which seemed menial. Since there's only one guy on this totem pole, why should I be at the bottom?
I decided to put myself on top. I have promoted myself to Commodore of Navy Lyres.
Some may wonder why, since I'm handing out promotions so freely, I didn't make myself some sort of admiral. Well, remember when you got a lousy evaluation and the brass tried to soften the blow by telling you that your toilet paper-wad of a 2.9 eval "leaves room for growth"?
It's like that. I fully expect, with time, to rise through the flag ranks. Meanwhile, I'll get to work. Well, right after my promotion ceremony.
Form the band on the quarterdeck. Bugler, sound "Attention."
Frank Mullen's very unofficial source of poop, skinny and bitching for present and former U.S. Navy Musicians.
1 comment:
Frank--or should I say Commodore, could I be your Chief of Staff? So how does it feel to be rendered 1 Ruffle and Duffle and the Flag Officer's March?
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