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Matt Carberry
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Carbs, returning! (ding ding, ding ding)

Yeah, that's right - I rang myself on. What of it?

Cold, snow, and ice greeted the Submersible Death Trap as she once again returned from the briny deep to the self-proclaimed "submarine capital of the world." This one lasted only seven days, but it came at what's clearly a low point in my good/bad deal cycle. I drew duty the day before the underway, again on the day we moored (yesterday), and we had a somewhat long day today. So despite the underway being 168 hours in length, I spent more than 223 in and around the boat. But past is past, the boat is moored, and as the count draws down on four months left in the Navy, the "projected true count" of days actually left on the boat is now less than one hundred. (When you separate, you usually do so on leave; that can last up to a month, as I intend it to.)

I've got two short anecdotes from beneath sea level to share, but first I'm gonna talk about me, myself, and things important to me for a bit. The ankle still hurts a bit when stressed, but most motion is pain-free. I plan go give it one more day before attempting to resume running in some fashion. It seems I'm not the only one putting feet to the ground (or in my case, the treadmill belt). I see a couple of my friends from high school are taking part in Team in Training. They're pairing running with raising cancer awareness and research money, and at distances far longer than the ten kilometers I plan to cover in September. What they're doing is inspiring, and leaves me shaking my head and wanting to get back after it.

You all know about the Post-Navy Roadtrip, which is likely coming to a city near you in the continental United States this summer. But a new adventure is being hatched in my head, one in the much nearer future. I've requested eleven days of leave in late February, and I plan to undertake an expedition to the Canadian Maritimes, in search of the mythical city of Halifax. It's eight hundred miles each way, and I feel it'll be a good early test for the Blue Trooper. Not only that, coincidence smiled on me in the mailbox this afternoon, as it contained an application for AAA membership - trust that I'll be investing in one of those. Why, you ask, is the capital of Nova Scotia "mythical?" That's a question that'll be answered this summer, in the course of the "Breaking Radio Silence" series.

I finally got the revised Beer in Hell this evening. It only has one story that isn't in the original or on the website, but thanks to a 30% off coupon, it was worth the money. I'm also looking forward to purchasing and reading Looking for Alaska and Paper Towns; after loving An Abundance of Katherines, John Green takes a well-deserved place along Max, Weisberger, Stossel, and Armstrong among my favorite authors. (At-length discussion of Katherines to follow soon.)

And now, those short takes I promised you:
  1. Monday morning, I was sitting quietly, eating corn flakes prior to assuming the watch. My cup of lemonade was nearly empty, so an FSA asked me if I'd like a refill; I politely declined. He then asked if I wanted milk with my cereal. The following ensued:
    • Spoken response, at low volume: No, thank you.
    • Internal monologue, in full voice: NO, I DON'T WANT ANY FUCKING MILK FOR MY CEREAL! IF I WANTED MILK, I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN SOME MYSELF! JESUS CHRIST, IS IT SO FUCKING WRONG WHAT I TAKE MY CEREAL DRY? I WILL EAT WHAT I LIKE, HOW I LIKE! AAAAAAAHHH!
    Even though the FSA was most nubly, I would have faced repercussion had I gone off on him. Point to ET1, and yet more proof that I am not a morning person, even when I'm not hung over.
  2. We have pizza for midrats every Saturday night, and every night prior to mooring. Last Saturday night's meal featured a lengthy and heated discussion of the differences between a fruit and a vegetable, and which category the tomato fell into. I knew the answer well - it's a fruit on the vine, but a vegetable on the plate. This knowledge is derived from two sources. One, I saw it on Mr. Wizard's World when I was little. Two, I remember reading about that dispute in the Wikipedia article on the tomato, and the Supreme Court being somehow involved. I did not impart these facts; as is often the case, I felt that showing off such inane knowledge would be counterproductive.
Once again, I thank whatever god watches over the oceanic depths for bringing me and my shipmates safely back ashore once again. And with that, it's on to relax for the rest of this night. Carbs, departing... (ding ding, ding ding)
Tags: books, insanity, memphis, nauseating detail, navy hate, road trips, running
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