Razzy accorded me the status of "Daily Dude I Want to Hit" today, in response to my adulatory post three days ago. She starts by relating an experience with a Sailor stationed at Naval Base Kitsap - Bangor. Once again, she provoked a recollection - this time, of the fact that the "P-N-Dub" was my first overall choice of homeport when I listed my order of preference. Bangor was at the top because I wanted to be on an Ohio-class ballistic missile submarine (think the USS Alabama from Crimson Tide); they have two crews, a more settled schedule, and better onboard conditions. That said, I listed the other SSBN homeport (Kings Bay, Georgia) fifth; after a year-plus living in South Carolina, I didn't want to return to the Southeast. As for the attack submarines (think the fictitious USS Orlando from Down Periscope), I wanted to be close to my ancestral home, so Groton was slotted at number two. The full order is at the end.
Razzy then proceeds to recount the history leading to this post, and then talks about the issue of my virginity. While I did say on March 25 that "I'd hit it if the opportunity arose", I based that judgment solely on physical appearance. At this point, I agree with her that if we met in person, it probably wouldn't be the best thing for us to drop underneath the sheets. I do fully intend on meeting up with her the next time I'm in New York City. That might be fairly soon - right now, if the schedule holds (and that's a gianormous if), I've got some time off in May that partially overlaps with Fleet Week New York 2008. If this were to happen, it might have to be somewhere in Manhattan other than her home turf; I'm more than a bit apprehensive about wearing the whites into Harlem.
I've previously stated here that one of the reasons I came to like Razzy so much is that she seems a lot like a female Tucker Max. As fortune has it, there's big news on that front. This morning before I left for work, a new entry at I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell (the blog about the movie adaptation of Tucker's bestselling book) appeared in my Google Reader, titled "Why we picked Bob Gosse." That meant one thing - the official announcement of the movie's release had dropped, exclusively at The Hollywood Reporter. I am very excited about this movie, and about the path TMax and DrunkRex are traveling to get it made. In bypassing the studios and making the movie independently, they're trying to prevent commercial Hollywood from fucking up their vision, and also from possibly ruining Tucker's hard-earned reputation. This is one that I'll be seeing on the day of its release, provided I'm not prevented from doing so by work.
And speaking of work, submariners the world over - especially those of like mind to myself - are rejoicing this week. TubeDaze Productions has released the premiere of the second season of "Hey, Shipwreck." I loved it, and it's particularly worthy this week; it will help to convey the true sense of the Navy and the Submarine Force to new readers. What you see here is the kind of thought process endemic in my workplace. Watch for yourself: Hey, Shipwreck: The Sixteenth Episode. (Embedding removed because it's totally not working right.)
The schedule is in total flux right now; it was actually surprising that when I arrived to work today, it was exactly the same as when I left on Wednesday. It's a huge pain, because I really need to minimize the time I'm paying for two apartments (especially this one); the further our availability here extends to the right, the bigger the hit to my bank account.
* The seven submarine homeports, in the order of preference I expressed when I filled out the form in early 2005: Bangor, WA; Groton, CT; San Diego, CA; Pearl Harbor, HI; Kings Bay, GA; Norfolk, VA; Guam.