Busy! That's me. The workload this trip is heavy, very heavy. Not a whole lot of time to blog. Not a whole lot happening out here, other than the daily grind, as well. My 12 hr shifts seem to be closer to 18 hrs these days and yet I'm still leaving things undone, every day. I've not even had time for a daily workout and getting laundry done has been a pain.
Yesterday, I did manage to get off the ship and away from my ever-growing pile of duties and responsibilities. I took out one of the small, work boats, along with three other crew. We spent some time doing underwater filming of some bits of the gear we tow behind the vessel. I drove the boat for a bit and also worked as key grip. None of that best boy shit for me. That job sounds like being the priest's favorite alter boy. Didn't get my name in the movie credits, either. Still, our work should garner an academy award nomination. It was one helluva movie:) Trying to film moving gear underwater with a camera attached to a moving boat by an articulated pole a meter or two underwater is no easy task. The water resistance makes it hard to pan, or keep steady, but we got the shots and then drove around for a bit, so I could get used to piloting, again. It's been a while...
Anyway, it was a good trip and so refreshing to get away and be able to look at the ship from a distance and just revel in the fact that you are NOT on there, if only for a little while. The only bummer was a possible broken finger I received when somebody who shall remain nameless whipped a steel pole clamp over the side, crushing it. Fucker hurts and I still have a broken finger on the opposite hand from bowling gone bad back in May or June....lost my water bottle over the side some time during the trip, too:(
In other news, despite the increase in work and decrease in blogging, I will soon be once again featured elsewhere on the net. A small group of people; most of whom have been, or should be committed to extended vacations in state-run institutions, that I may, or may not of at one time been associated with have once again decided to pollute the world with our own vision of madness and mayhem. Poo, incest, dancing naked in the forest, S&M poetry and illegal suppositories are about to be unleashed on an unsuspecting humanity. This time it shall be a religion, a way of life, a mind-fuck with designs on stealing your children and pilfering your bank accounts. Or maybe just a place where a few bored, geeks babble about how they hate people who pick their noses while driving-only time will tell. One thing is for sure. There WILL be room for all of you at the temple.
Yesterday, I did manage to get off the ship and away from my ever-growing pile of duties and responsibilities. I took out one of the small, work boats, along with three other crew. We spent some time doing underwater filming of some bits of the gear we tow behind the vessel. I drove the boat for a bit and also worked as key grip. None of that best boy shit for me. That job sounds like being the priest's favorite alter boy. Didn't get my name in the movie credits, either. Still, our work should garner an academy award nomination. It was one helluva movie:) Trying to film moving gear underwater with a camera attached to a moving boat by an articulated pole a meter or two underwater is no easy task. The water resistance makes it hard to pan, or keep steady, but we got the shots and then drove around for a bit, so I could get used to piloting, again. It's been a while...
Anyway, it was a good trip and so refreshing to get away and be able to look at the ship from a distance and just revel in the fact that you are NOT on there, if only for a little while. The only bummer was a possible broken finger I received when somebody who shall remain nameless whipped a steel pole clamp over the side, crushing it. Fucker hurts and I still have a broken finger on the opposite hand from bowling gone bad back in May or June....lost my water bottle over the side some time during the trip, too:(
In other news, despite the increase in work and decrease in blogging, I will soon be once again featured elsewhere on the net. A small group of people; most of whom have been, or should be committed to extended vacations in state-run institutions, that I may, or may not of at one time been associated with have once again decided to pollute the world with our own vision of madness and mayhem. Poo, incest, dancing naked in the forest, S&M poetry and illegal suppositories are about to be unleashed on an unsuspecting humanity. This time it shall be a religion, a way of life, a mind-fuck with designs on stealing your children and pilfering your bank accounts. Or maybe just a place where a few bored, geeks babble about how they hate people who pick their noses while driving-only time will tell. One thing is for sure. There WILL be room for all of you at the temple.
5 comments:
you must be swamped you didn't even murmur about The Satch's birthday. Peace to ya man
Ah yes, the young man turned 45 this week, didn't he? Well, I shall have to key up a dozen Satch albums on Media player, forthwith and with all haste. Peace, love and a little Mountain Jam to you all.
Is the room at the temple padded?
i like the padded ones.
with the little white buttons on the pads.
and the little white door with the little window. and the nice men in the little white coats.
i'm feelin all warm and fuzzy now.... just remembering..
Does the temple have Kool Aid? I love me some Kool Aid.
So which one are you? Committed to an extended vacation or a state-run institution?
Can we start a broken finger club? I just recently discovered that my left index finger is broken after the fucker hadn't healed or stopped hurting after a soccer mishap last May.
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