Just To See If Anyone Notices
This site will be down for a few days as the server migrates to Colorado (quite physically, as in the back of a truck) from its current home in a backyard shed in East Texas.
Seriously.
This site will be down for a few days as the server migrates to Colorado (quite physically, as in the back of a truck) from its current home in a backyard shed in East Texas.
Seriously.
Wife: [scrutinizing me] Sweetie, weren't you going to take a shower?
Me: Yeah, i just took a long one.
Wife: Are you sure?
Me: Reasonably, yes.
Wife: Um, but did you use water? [pause] And what are those big black smears on your towel?
Me: [pause] You know, i'm not really sure.
Wife: Sweetie, and you know i don't mean to be critical, but do you have any idea how all that gritty rust-colored dust gets into the bedsheets?
Me: Wait, do you hear that? Sounds like a fire alarm, babe, i gotta go suit up....
If you're, y,know, into the whole newsletter thing. Our newest newsy newsletter is newly posted under Old News.
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Men's Journal* has ranked Mobile among its 50 best places to live.
Perhaps our area wasn't on the tour.
It doesn't seem to rain much around here. But it doesn't seem to stop when it does. When my parents were here visiting last Friday, we had a twenty-nine-hour thunderstorm, and no one could leave because there were six inches of water in the parking lot and well over two feet in the street outside. Fortuitously, we were on a ship. Although that would not have helped us with that string of barges out of control that missed us by no more than fifty meters a little before lunch. The ship moored behind us wasn't as lucky, although the impact appeared to have left only a large dent.
Anyway. Thunderstorms and flash floods again today, so i finished up my day in Hold 1 with a grinder, on an officially sanctioned mission to go around cutting off pieces of steel that looked like they didn't belong. David, whom i discovered and joined working down there below the waterline, remarked upon how unpleasant it would be for us if, at that particular moment, a poorly captained tug-and-barge were to tear a twenty-foot gash in our hull like that one two weeks ago did to the wood-pulp carrier Star Drivanger, which proceeded to sink in the channel within sight of us. (news stories here and here; see also a photo on another crewmember's blog.) Fortunately, this river isn't all that deep.
But, i mean, come on, people. Shipyard. We're here to fix the holes.