My bad. Haven’t posted in a while d/t my workload. You know, real-life, the other white meat. This hitch is over on Wednesday and there are many unplanned issues that have come up in the past two weeks and they have taken a lot of my time. On top of that, I have a rather difficult course coming up three days after crew-x and I’ve been studying (napping) for it every day. Its rather advanced stuff and I am more than a bit unprepared for it. A raise an promotion hinges on successfully completing it, so I have been sweating it, just a tad.
So anyway, life has been pretty quite here, lately. We are all sort of hunkered down, just trying to get through the last week of the trip and steer clear of the roaches swarming the ship. Its gotten to the point where you can’t kill them for fear of reprisal.
Speaking of reprisal, wait till you read my next post. I received an email that offers more entertainment value than the GOOD BARRISTER…
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
No sun for you!
Its really hot out today. I wandered up on deck and decided to let the sun beat down upon my upturned face for a while. Suddenly, it hit me. I really don't want to get tanned today. I haven't shaved for over a month. Its probably not a good idea to get tanned when your beard is co-habitating with your chest hairs, unless you plan on staying that way...
Why is it so loud inside my head?
OK, In the last 15 minutes I've learned what its like to shower and brush your teeth while earplugs are inserted. ITS LOUD GODDAMMIT! Like not as loud as the motherfuckers STILL on top of my cabin, but loud enough to make me cry. My electric toothbrush is just another grider, this one inside my head. Gargling? LOUD. Even brushing my hair.
I need a fucking smoke.
I need a fucking smoke.
!!
MOTHERFUCKER! Two hours before shift and at least three of the bastards are on top of my cabin. Two with hammers and at least one with a grinder. I tried to prepare for it by having a pair of earplugs and my noise-cancellation headphones ready, but even the both togther do not help, much. I hate this!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
TUESDAY, again
Hola and welcome! It's Tuesday and despite the fact that Beezlebub is fucking pounding on my steel box with a hammer an hour before my alarm is due to go off and there was no hot water, or water pressure for that matter, in my little, rusty shadow of a shower, I am in a good mood. I've got my headphones jamming at full volume, despite the fact that my eyes haven't been open for 10 minutes, yet. I've got some awesome, new music going that shall remain nameless as it would seriously put a dent in my reputation. Whatever, in six days I get off this fucking piece of shit and it can't be too soon.
So, today is not only a good day, its TUESDAY and that means I'm over at FTTW. The crazies over there (myself, included) are cooking up some pretty cool things to come, over there and while I can't give up the goat, keep your eyes open for some fun stuff. (I'm thinking wet t-shirt contest)
So, today is not only a good day, its TUESDAY and that means I'm over at FTTW. The crazies over there (myself, included) are cooking up some pretty cool things to come, over there and while I can't give up the goat, keep your eyes open for some fun stuff. (I'm thinking wet t-shirt contest)
Sunday, April 22, 2007
food for thought
I copied this from an LSU sports message board, originally published on WorldNetDaily, evidently. I'm not going to agree, or disagree with it and won't comment except to say that the few references to the recent, tragic incident at VT only detract from the piece and I wish they weren't in there, but that aside, this should provoke some thought on both sides of a very tough issue.
As far as my own personal thoughts on the issue of gun control itself, well, you break into my house, or threaten my family and I'll be happy to send you on your way to meet your maker. Laws and politcs be-dammned, I will always be armed and able to protect myself and my family, but if you choose to be unable to provide that protection for you and yours-its your choice and good luck with that.
© 2007 WorldNetDaily.com
Kennesaw, Ga., City Hall
As the nation debates whether more guns or fewer can prevent tragedies like the Virginia Tech Massacre, a notable anniversary passed last month in a Georgia town that witnessed a dramatic plunge in crime and violence after mandating residents to own firearms.
In March 1982, 25 years ago, the small town of Kennesaw – responding to a handgun ban in Morton Grove, Ill. – unanimously passed an ordinance requiring each head of household to own and maintain a gun. Since then, despite dire predictions of "Wild West" showdowns and increased violence and accidents, not a single resident has been involved in a fatal shooting – as a victim, attacker or defender.
The crime rate initially plummeted for several years after the passage of the ordinance, with the 2005 per capita crime rate actually significantly lower than it was in 1981, the year before passage of the law.
Prior to enactment of the law, Kennesaw had a population of just 5,242 but a crime rate significantly higher (4,332 per 100,000) than the national average (3,899 per 100,000). The latest statistics available – for the year 2005 – show the rate at 2,027 per 100,000. Meanwhile, the population has skyrocketed to 28,189.
By comparison, the population of Morton Grove, the first city in Illinois to adopt a gun ban for anyone other than police officers, has actually dropped slightly and stands at 22,202, according to 2005 statistics. More significantly, perhaps, the city's crime rate increased by 15.7 percent immediately after the gun ban, even though the overall crime rate in Cook County rose only 3 percent. Today, by comparison, the township's crime rate stands at 2,268 per 100,000.
This was not what some predicted.
In a column titled "Gun Town USA," Art Buchwald suggested Kennesaw would soon become a place where routine disagreements between neighbors would be settled in shootouts. The Washington Post mocked Kennesaw as "the brave little city … soon to be pistol-packing capital of the world." Phil Donahue invited the mayor on his show.
Reuters, the European news service, today revisited the Kennesaw controversy following the Virginia Tech Massacre.
Police Lt. Craig Graydon said: "When the Kennesaw law was passed in 1982 there was a substantial drop in crime … and we have maintained a really low crime rate since then. We are sure it is one of the lowest (crime) towns in the metro area." Kennesaw is just north of Atlanta.
The Reuters story went on to report: "Since the Virginia Tech shootings, some conservative U.S. talk show hosts have rejected attempts to link the massacre to the availability of guns, arguing that had students been allowed to carry weapons on campus someone might have been able to shoot the killer."
Virginia Tech, like many of the nation's schools and college campuses, is a so-called "gun-free zone," which Second Amendment supporters say invites gun violence – especially from disturbed individuals seeking to kill as many victims as possible.
Cho Seung-Hui murdered 32 and wounded another 15 before turning his gun on himself.
As far as my own personal thoughts on the issue of gun control itself, well, you break into my house, or threaten my family and I'll be happy to send you on your way to meet your maker. Laws and politcs be-dammned, I will always be armed and able to protect myself and my family, but if you choose to be unable to provide that protection for you and yours-its your choice and good luck with that.
© 2007 WorldNetDaily.com
Kennesaw, Ga., City Hall
As the nation debates whether more guns or fewer can prevent tragedies like the Virginia Tech Massacre, a notable anniversary passed last month in a Georgia town that witnessed a dramatic plunge in crime and violence after mandating residents to own firearms.
In March 1982, 25 years ago, the small town of Kennesaw – responding to a handgun ban in Morton Grove, Ill. – unanimously passed an ordinance requiring each head of household to own and maintain a gun. Since then, despite dire predictions of "Wild West" showdowns and increased violence and accidents, not a single resident has been involved in a fatal shooting – as a victim, attacker or defender.
The crime rate initially plummeted for several years after the passage of the ordinance, with the 2005 per capita crime rate actually significantly lower than it was in 1981, the year before passage of the law.
Prior to enactment of the law, Kennesaw had a population of just 5,242 but a crime rate significantly higher (4,332 per 100,000) than the national average (3,899 per 100,000). The latest statistics available – for the year 2005 – show the rate at 2,027 per 100,000. Meanwhile, the population has skyrocketed to 28,189.
By comparison, the population of Morton Grove, the first city in Illinois to adopt a gun ban for anyone other than police officers, has actually dropped slightly and stands at 22,202, according to 2005 statistics. More significantly, perhaps, the city's crime rate increased by 15.7 percent immediately after the gun ban, even though the overall crime rate in Cook County rose only 3 percent. Today, by comparison, the township's crime rate stands at 2,268 per 100,000.
This was not what some predicted.
In a column titled "Gun Town USA," Art Buchwald suggested Kennesaw would soon become a place where routine disagreements between neighbors would be settled in shootouts. The Washington Post mocked Kennesaw as "the brave little city … soon to be pistol-packing capital of the world." Phil Donahue invited the mayor on his show.
Reuters, the European news service, today revisited the Kennesaw controversy following the Virginia Tech Massacre.
Police Lt. Craig Graydon said: "When the Kennesaw law was passed in 1982 there was a substantial drop in crime … and we have maintained a really low crime rate since then. We are sure it is one of the lowest (crime) towns in the metro area." Kennesaw is just north of Atlanta.
The Reuters story went on to report: "Since the Virginia Tech shootings, some conservative U.S. talk show hosts have rejected attempts to link the massacre to the availability of guns, arguing that had students been allowed to carry weapons on campus someone might have been able to shoot the killer."
Virginia Tech, like many of the nation's schools and college campuses, is a so-called "gun-free zone," which Second Amendment supporters say invites gun violence – especially from disturbed individuals seeking to kill as many victims as possible.
Cho Seung-Hui murdered 32 and wounded another 15 before turning his gun on himself.
Friday, April 20, 2007
dinner
Seasoned, rare ahi tuna steak with cinnamon coconut cantaloupe salsa on long-grain rice
blackened chicken breast with horseradish tomato puree
Cajun seafood soup
Caesar salad
Steamed veggies
Brown sugar lovelies and german chocolate cupcakes
Tonight’s workout will be 3 hours, thank you very much.
blackened chicken breast with horseradish tomato puree
Cajun seafood soup
Caesar salad
Steamed veggies
Brown sugar lovelies and german chocolate cupcakes
Tonight’s workout will be 3 hours, thank you very much.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Measure twice, cut once!
This should be of interest to PW...
As you may know, I’ve been fighting strep throat since early March. Three course of two different antibiotics, only to have it blossom again in 2-3 days each time I completed the course. Well, I have a damn good medic on board and he’s in contact with a great doc, who happens to be in West Africa right now, fighting the AIDS epidemic. Anyway, after a bit of back and forth, they’ve finally discovered why the massive amounts of antibiotics haven’t kicked the shit out of the strep.
That would be because I’ve got tonsillitis. I’m now on a very long and very heavy course of antibiotics because the ship’s rolling too much for the preferred treatment requiring the medic to cut those fuckers out with a scalpel. I told him to go ahead and give it the old college try but he’s trying to be all conservative and shit. First, he used the lack of anesthetic as an excuse, but I hammered him on that-I don’t need to be knocked out, just numb it up a bit and start cutting. Weellllll, the boat’s rolling. I’m all like so what? It’s not like there’s all kinds of really important stuff in your throat that you can’t do with out if you slip and anyway THE SHIT GROWS BACK.
That’s right, THE SHIT GROWS BACK. See, I had my tonsils and adenoids removed as a kid. Both of ‘em carved right out o’ there. Right. Thirty-some years later, they’ve grown back and went all itus on me, again. Now, I’m not bitter, but I am pretty angry. I mean, surgery ain’t cheap and it’s not like the fat fuck who cut ‘em out in the first place is still alive. It’s likely he went coronary about 20 years ago, so no refund, no second one is free kind of deal. I gotta pay to have something cut out that was already cut out once.
However, this doesn’t concern me as much as the vasectomy I’ve been contemplating.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Its 3am...
It's also Tuesday.
You know I don't get around posting here till after noon sometime, so what are you doing here? Go on over to FTTW and answer my question! But, give it a little thought before answering;)
I've been thinking about it for a while and still don't have an answer. While you're there, check out the article Turtle wrote about The Great Turtle Race, especially if you have kids!! PW, this means you and my little princess, too:)
It's 3am...
You know I don't get around posting here till after noon sometime, so what are you doing here? Go on over to FTTW and answer my question! But, give it a little thought before answering;)
I've been thinking about it for a while and still don't have an answer. While you're there, check out the article Turtle wrote about The Great Turtle Race, especially if you have kids!! PW, this means you and my little princess, too:)
It's 3am...
Monday, April 16, 2007
Asian Night
Weather and seas are back to calm. It’s been a busy day for me.
Found out my oldest son managed a speeding ticket before having his license for even a year. Damn, I hope he learns his lesson right now.
My kids went to Mexico a couple days ago. I asked them both what they thought of the Coutnry. My son, he intellectual said, “I dunno, it was real Mexican”. My daughter, the twitchy one, said, “It was really gross”. I’m glad they’ve both been raised to appreciate other cultures. sigh.
I’ve heard a little more on my furnace. Mostly that its out of commission until I can fix it in late May. Oh and a couple descriptions of the soot everywhere in the house. Oil burners without a plumbed cold air return can make a nasty mess, evidently.
Last night’s dinner was scalloped stuffed flounder, topped with a puréed vegetable sauce. Tonight was Asian night-shrimp egg rolls and sweet and sour pork:)
Shit, I just realized I didn’t do my laundry today…well, that suks.
The gang at FTTW has started a last.fm group. I don’t know if anyone uses it, or is even aware of what it is, but we’ve started a group and you all are welcome to join. Basically, it tracks what we’re all listening to in real time, enabling anyone to see what you listen to on your computer. Normally, I wouldn’t give something like this a second thought BUT music is a big part of FTTW and these people listen to some really cool stuff, so I joined up. There’s a link over on our front page (left sidebar) if your interested. Anyway, after the last two music videos, you know that at least I have impeccable taste in music and that should be reason enough to join-haha!
Found out my oldest son managed a speeding ticket before having his license for even a year. Damn, I hope he learns his lesson right now.
My kids went to Mexico a couple days ago. I asked them both what they thought of the Coutnry. My son, he intellectual said, “I dunno, it was real Mexican”. My daughter, the twitchy one, said, “It was really gross”. I’m glad they’ve both been raised to appreciate other cultures. sigh.
I’ve heard a little more on my furnace. Mostly that its out of commission until I can fix it in late May. Oh and a couple descriptions of the soot everywhere in the house. Oil burners without a plumbed cold air return can make a nasty mess, evidently.
Last night’s dinner was scalloped stuffed flounder, topped with a puréed vegetable sauce. Tonight was Asian night-shrimp egg rolls and sweet and sour pork:)
Shit, I just realized I didn’t do my laundry today…well, that suks.
The gang at FTTW has started a last.fm group. I don’t know if anyone uses it, or is even aware of what it is, but we’ve started a group and you all are welcome to join. Basically, it tracks what we’re all listening to in real time, enabling anyone to see what you listen to on your computer. Normally, I wouldn’t give something like this a second thought BUT music is a big part of FTTW and these people listen to some really cool stuff, so I joined up. There’s a link over on our front page (left sidebar) if your interested. Anyway, after the last two music videos, you know that at least I have impeccable taste in music and that should be reason enough to join-haha!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Straight Outta Milktoast Ohio
Workout: walking the deck while the heave at the bow and stern is hitting 40 feet. Uphill, then downhill, bouncing between the railings and bulkheads while walking across the beam of the ship. 10 laps and I’ve got to rest. It’s cool and sunny but the winds must be over 30 knots again, today.
I managed to get a call through to PW and the little one, resting after their long road trip. They sounded warm and comfy lying around watching movies. Made me want to cry, I miss them so much. Today begins the backside-yesterday was hump day, or mid-way through the trip. All the inactivity has made this hitch seem to go on forever. Yesterday was actually the only really busy day I’ve had the entire trip. I was jammed with work and a huge problem I just couldn’t solve. The worrying over PW’s road trip, my best friend trying to deal with the fire-breathing dragon in my basement and the extremely bad weather out here made it quite the lousy day.
Today, I feel like a deflated balloon. No oomph.
I have managed to get over to Blogger Idol and get in a few votes for the Queen. The time is growing short and voting is coming to an end-time to pull out the stops and put her over the top, for good people. Get out and rock the vote! I’ve got a shitty connection and can only vote once every two minutes, or something, so go make up for my shortcomings, or something like that. Go. Vote. Now.
What else? I watched a few minutes of the Red Wings beatin up on Calgary…Oh!! I wish I knew how to post an mp3 file on here. If anyone wants to hear something REALLY funny and well, kind of cool, too-email me. I have a copy of Nina Gordon covering Ice Cube’s part of the “Classic” NWA rap, Straight Outta Compton. Got it from one of my fellow FTTW writers. I not only LIKE her version, but it so eloquently illustrates the disparity between a rapper’s lyrics and his lifestyle; reducing Ice Cube and his lyrics to so much circus-clownery that ignorant fucks who buy into that lifestyle couldn’t help but be forced to re-examine their pathetic choices in life. Or not.
Pay dirt: Of course MANY people have married it to a chunk of the NWA video ( I assume) and I shall endeavor to embed. The lyrics are NSFW, of course and THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR THE LITTLE ONE - PW, THIS MEANS YOU! (I love you, Honey)
I managed to get a call through to PW and the little one, resting after their long road trip. They sounded warm and comfy lying around watching movies. Made me want to cry, I miss them so much. Today begins the backside-yesterday was hump day, or mid-way through the trip. All the inactivity has made this hitch seem to go on forever. Yesterday was actually the only really busy day I’ve had the entire trip. I was jammed with work and a huge problem I just couldn’t solve. The worrying over PW’s road trip, my best friend trying to deal with the fire-breathing dragon in my basement and the extremely bad weather out here made it quite the lousy day.
Today, I feel like a deflated balloon. No oomph.
I have managed to get over to Blogger Idol and get in a few votes for the Queen. The time is growing short and voting is coming to an end-time to pull out the stops and put her over the top, for good people. Get out and rock the vote! I’ve got a shitty connection and can only vote once every two minutes, or something, so go make up for my shortcomings, or something like that. Go. Vote. Now.
What else? I watched a few minutes of the Red Wings beatin up on Calgary…Oh!! I wish I knew how to post an mp3 file on here. If anyone wants to hear something REALLY funny and well, kind of cool, too-email me. I have a copy of Nina Gordon covering Ice Cube’s part of the “Classic” NWA rap, Straight Outta Compton. Got it from one of my fellow FTTW writers. I not only LIKE her version, but it so eloquently illustrates the disparity between a rapper’s lyrics and his lifestyle; reducing Ice Cube and his lyrics to so much circus-clownery that ignorant fucks who buy into that lifestyle couldn’t help but be forced to re-examine their pathetic choices in life. Or not.
Pay dirt: Of course MANY people have married it to a chunk of the NWA video ( I assume) and I shall endeavor to embed. The lyrics are NSFW, of course and THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR THE LITTLE ONE - PW, THIS MEANS YOU! (I love you, Honey)
Saturday, April 14, 2007
I don't like today
Busy out here and getting a little rough. PW and the little one are making a 600 mile road trip along some pretty remote stretches of highway today and I’m begging the gods I can get through to her cell once in a while so I don’t sit here all day, worrying. I always worry when she makes this trip, especially in the winter and when I have a crappy phone link:(
UPDATE:
You know how just have that feeling that something's wrong? I managed to get a call out, but she didn't answer her phone. 20 minutes later I get a call from her-they've had a blow-out AND a second flat tire on the highway. Of course, PW handled everything fine, but man, I hate being out here on days like today.
UPDATE:
You know how just have that feeling that something's wrong? I managed to get a call out, but she didn't answer her phone. 20 minutes later I get a call from her-they've had a blow-out AND a second flat tire on the highway. Of course, PW handled everything fine, but man, I hate being out here on days like today.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Freddie Saves The Pirate
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Please allow me to introduce FREDDIE. Perhaps it isn’t widely known that on top of being a supermodel, often posing for designer piratewear magazines,
FREDDIE is fluent in Norwegian AND Blogeese, the native tongue of Blogger engineers from the old country. It was this winning combination that saved The Pirate’s ass. Well, once he stopped staring at Freddie’s, decked out in the latest piratewear during her last photoshoot, that is.
Please allow me to introduce FREDDIE. Perhaps it isn’t widely known that on top of being a supermodel, often posing for designer piratewear magazines,
FREDDIE is fluent in Norwegian AND Blogeese, the native tongue of Blogger engineers from the old country. It was this winning combination that saved The Pirate’s ass. Well, once he stopped staring at Freddie’s, decked out in the latest piratewear during her last photoshoot, that is.
Tittel: Hjelp
I need help. NOT that kind, you smart asses! I know you guys. I seriously need help with blogger. I need someone to walk me through my Norwegian buttons and links, to a place where I can reset my blogger language to plain old English, or to that mystical and obscure place where I can actually send a real blogger person an email crying and begging for help while slobbering on myself.
Without some form of help from the outside, I am screwed. I have learned several words and phrases in the past two days, but I am getting pretty pissed off! Why me?
Without some form of help from the outside, I am screwed. I have learned several words and phrases in the past two days, but I am getting pretty pissed off! Why me?
Mexican Roadhouse Lunch Bunnies (or why is all my blogger shit in Norweigan?)
I’ve got another extra at FTTW. Today I tell the story of being hunted by Orangutans on the Island of Borneo, last year. And if that isn’t enough bullshit to turn your eyes brown, you can read the crap below.
OK, I didn’t wake up early as planned due to my inept handling of the alarm clock. However, the reason I wanted to get up early was to partake in Mexican Lunch Day, being celebrated at the noon meal-breakfast for me. If you know me, you know I cannot eat upon waking unless it is Deer Season and I have my .35 caliber buddy sitting next to me whilst I consume breakfast burritos and coffee.
So, I have to get up an hour early and then I can eat lunch food for a late breakfast. Well, despite my inability to slide the little button on my alarm clock ONE notch to the left, I began dreaming of Mexican food right around my normal wake-up time and sat bolt upright, salivating. Still salivating and day-dreaming of fajitas and guacamole, I decided to hit lunch even before coffee-oooooooooh.
The fajitas were heaven, the guacamole angels singing. I covered everything with fresh sliced jalapenos, like the tears of god sprinkled across my plate and there the metaphors and similes end. I am overstuffed and just a little bit uncomfortable. The coffee burns after sliced jalapenos. It is a good burn, reminding me of Deer Season. Was that an analogy?
OK, I didn’t wake up early as planned due to my inept handling of the alarm clock. However, the reason I wanted to get up early was to partake in Mexican Lunch Day, being celebrated at the noon meal-breakfast for me. If you know me, you know I cannot eat upon waking unless it is Deer Season and I have my .35 caliber buddy sitting next to me whilst I consume breakfast burritos and coffee.
So, I have to get up an hour early and then I can eat lunch food for a late breakfast. Well, despite my inability to slide the little button on my alarm clock ONE notch to the left, I began dreaming of Mexican food right around my normal wake-up time and sat bolt upright, salivating. Still salivating and day-dreaming of fajitas and guacamole, I decided to hit lunch even before coffee-oooooooooh.
The fajitas were heaven, the guacamole angels singing. I covered everything with fresh sliced jalapenos, like the tears of god sprinkled across my plate and there the metaphors and similes end. I am overstuffed and just a little bit uncomfortable. The coffee burns after sliced jalapenos. It is a good burn, reminding me of Deer Season. Was that an analogy?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
9 out of 10 drippy dicks and sore throats recommend penicillin
Finally. We are sailing back to work. We still have ships out o’ commission, but we’re heading back and we are ready to kick some butt. I am a coiled spring, poised to pounce on anything that even resembles work.
Today we took the supply ship alongside. It was the same ship that took me to my mother vessel while in Alaskan waters last year and it brought back some nasty memories of 3 frozen days with little food, or water, sleeping in a survival suit. Anyhoo, we received a disappointingly small amount of food stores and then the damn thing took out the railing of the stern stairway as she left. Not a stellar grocery run by all accounts. I picked up a new pair of steel-toed boots and gloves in the deal so it wasn’t a total loss.
While our new cook was less than pleased with the food haul, he later engaged a few of us in a lively session of “decide the next 3 lunches and dinners”. I seized upon specially prepared pork chops for tonight’s dinner and held out for the first win. Emboldened by this victory, I slammed the competition to set tomorrow’s lunch as Mexican, with fresh Guac, and then in a bold move secured Saturday’s dinner as Asian night, complete with ahi tuna/seaweed rolls. I was immensely pleased with the chops, done in sesame and olive oils, crusted with rosemary, black pepper, garlic and something else that escapes me. A brownie and a glass of milk capped off the chops:)
I got an email from my wonderful and talented editors at FTTW, (pause to wipe nose off) asking for more writing, so if you’ve a mind to, go poke around there, on Thursday. There has been some damn good writing over there, lately and I’m quite pleased to be able to stick my junk in with it all.
Finally, in a surprise move, my strep throat crept back in and began to strangle me again, last night. This, two days after my SECOND course of antibiotics completed. WTF? I have learned from this that you do NOT treat strep with Keflex. Break out the drippy dick meds, bare your ass and get the fucking shot. I WILL be better in 2 days.
Today we took the supply ship alongside. It was the same ship that took me to my mother vessel while in Alaskan waters last year and it brought back some nasty memories of 3 frozen days with little food, or water, sleeping in a survival suit. Anyhoo, we received a disappointingly small amount of food stores and then the damn thing took out the railing of the stern stairway as she left. Not a stellar grocery run by all accounts. I picked up a new pair of steel-toed boots and gloves in the deal so it wasn’t a total loss.
While our new cook was less than pleased with the food haul, he later engaged a few of us in a lively session of “decide the next 3 lunches and dinners”. I seized upon specially prepared pork chops for tonight’s dinner and held out for the first win. Emboldened by this victory, I slammed the competition to set tomorrow’s lunch as Mexican, with fresh Guac, and then in a bold move secured Saturday’s dinner as Asian night, complete with ahi tuna/seaweed rolls. I was immensely pleased with the chops, done in sesame and olive oils, crusted with rosemary, black pepper, garlic and something else that escapes me. A brownie and a glass of milk capped off the chops:)
I got an email from my wonderful and talented editors at FTTW, (pause to wipe nose off) asking for more writing, so if you’ve a mind to, go poke around there, on Thursday. There has been some damn good writing over there, lately and I’m quite pleased to be able to stick my junk in with it all.
Finally, in a surprise move, my strep throat crept back in and began to strangle me again, last night. This, two days after my SECOND course of antibiotics completed. WTF? I have learned from this that you do NOT treat strep with Keflex. Break out the drippy dick meds, bare your ass and get the fucking shot. I WILL be better in 2 days.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Journal Adrift: STILL
Adrift. Forever. I know eventually we will leave here, sail back to the prospect and begin working, again. But it doesn’t seem that way. It feels like we have been here for a month. I am beyond boredom.
Lets see, the weather was a bitch today. I woke up to the ship heaving, badly. Green water was breaking over the bow. Winds were up over 50 knots at times. This afternoon the captain gave up and broke DP. We sailed with the wind, south, for a time. As night falls we are sailing into the wind, back to our DP point off the little, deserted Island that has been our distant neighbor for the better part of a week.
Dinner was yellow fin tuna, again. This time it came with a spicy pineapple/orange coolie. I saw bits of hot pepper in there and was happy. Hot peach cobbler and fresh whipped cream. Fat bastard in the making, am I.
Lets see, the weather was a bitch today. I woke up to the ship heaving, badly. Green water was breaking over the bow. Winds were up over 50 knots at times. This afternoon the captain gave up and broke DP. We sailed with the wind, south, for a time. As night falls we are sailing into the wind, back to our DP point off the little, deserted Island that has been our distant neighbor for the better part of a week.
Dinner was yellow fin tuna, again. This time it came with a spicy pineapple/orange coolie. I saw bits of hot pepper in there and was happy. Hot peach cobbler and fresh whipped cream. Fat bastard in the making, am I.
Its Tuesday-you know the drill
It's Tuesday! That means twice the pirate for one low price. My column today at FTTW once again lays waste to corruption and just plain bad scamming in my favorite country for fine dining and theatre-Senegal. Home of that kooky lawyer; your friend and mine, Barrister Richaaaaaaard Willlllllllllllllson! You know the drill-hit the links. While your there, read my book review, or check out the other guys-we've got some new writers this week, too.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Just a dusting
So with all the snow back home over the last few days, I ask my buddy to stop at my house, check on the dog and make sure everything's ok. He emails me-
dear pirate, as soon as i find the house i will let the dog out'....and sends me this:
dear pirate, as soon as i find the house i will let the dog out'....and sends me this:
Put a fucking spear in Caillou's chest
So I read a blurb about some radio guy who shot his mouth off and offended somebody and I’m wondering how this country managed to turn into a bunch of fucking pussies. Really, that’s the perception I get, sometimes. Somebody is always offended. I don’t know what the radio guy said and I don’t care. The point is his show was taken off the air for a couple weeks for something he said. I’m sorry, but this is a show that people have the right to listen to and more importantly, NOT listen to, if they so choose. Why does a very vocal minority have the right to scream and whine, getting this dude canned for a while and he DOESN’T have the right to speak his mind, or make a joke? Everything is PC. PC. Politically Correct. Politically. Correct. Politics? Politicians. Correct? Give me a motherfucking break. What a contradiction. That phrase offends me.
Personally, I would prefer to live in a society where you can offend everyone, equally. Likewise, those offended should have the right to get angry and shout back, but crying and whining should be punishable by the harshest means available such as an 8 hour Caillou and Barney marathon wearing those fucking eye things they used in Clockwork Orange.
Come to think of it, shows like these are undermining the backbone of this county. Calliou teaches our youth that the proper thing to do is to fucking whine like a baby when you don’t like something and eventually you will get you way. Where would this country be if our founding fathers had just whined like babies? We’d be having high tea at 3 o’clock, that’s where.Barney-well, lets not even get started on Barney.
Anyway, I wish people in this country would toughen up and grow some thicker skin. That goes for the rest of the world and especially the little armada of Chilean midgets following my ship around in little rubber dinghy’s, shaking their tiny fists and screaming shit I can’t possibly understand. Twenty years ago, I could’ve popped those little fuckers with a long-handled boat hook and let the sharks have their way. Today I’d get fired for that kind of shit.
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