April 25th, 2008

christmas 2008

another holding pattern...

We were so close today. There's only one thing left for us to do before we head out to sea to make sure the shipyard put the boat back together correctly. But it seems somebody had a objection to some material problem, and rather than wait around for the authorization to go ahead, we've pushed the schedule back another day. This is really fucking frustrating - especially for me and the others in my division, because there's nothing we can do except continually be on standby. I expect we'll get the party started tomorrow.

Yesterday was an unexpected day of liberty, and it was put to good use. I closed out the cable account, paid the rent (a dumb error that I was lucky to get the chance to correct), fixed the error with the heat and water bill (I sent it without a stamp), and got most of my stuff out of my apartment. Right now, the Minivan o' War is rigged as the Moving Van o' War:
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I'll still need to make another run once I get all this stuff back down to the Armpit of New England. A bunch of furniture - and half my bed - are still inside the apartment. If the schedule plays as I'd like, I may even be able to get everything down to New London before the boat gets underway, using the two off days we have. That would be sweet, because I blundered and ended up with a move period after I told Beechstone I'd be out of my apartment. That would also allow me to use the move period to return to my ancestral home and visit my family. I haven't been back there since January - and it's especially important now, with my brother and his fiancé probably moving to North Carolina sometime in the next couple of months.

The continuous shifting of the schedule has ensured that a personal streak will continue in 2008. For the seventh consecutive year, I'll spend my birthday in a different place. Not since 2002 have I been in the same location on May 1 as the year before. I was still in college in Ithaca then; in the succeeding six years, I've celebrated in Northport, Goose Creek, Saratoga Springs, Groton, Fort Lauderdale, and now Portsmouth. I'll likely be on terminal leave from the Seagoing Military Force when I hit twenty-eight next year, so I expect to separate without having spent a birthday underway and underwater. I might try to artificially extend this run then. It's also now a certainty that AnimeFan isn't coming underway with us; this definitely lessens the consternation associated with his transfer to Alexandria.
christmas 2008

now, THIS is "batshit crazy"...

Once again, the Rudius Media Message Board provides material for me to write about. Right now, they're talking about this story. It's about ten months old, but it's too good to pass up. A 31-year-old woman flies from Australia to North Carolina to meet and pick up her seventeen-year-old World of Warcraft boyfriend. This would be creepy even if both the participants were in the same country and no online game was involved. I Googled the lady's name, and discovered that she copped a plea and returned to the Land Down Under last July 29. She can't contact him until this June 9, when he turns 18 - and she says she's going to try to get back together with him. What boggles me is that she claims to have sought legal advice before trying to get him to visit her in Australia. When this failed, she came to the States, and was detained on a child abduction charge. If she'd consulted an Esq. (or their Aussie equivalent), she should have damn well known that she probably wouldn't get him out of the U. S. and A., to say nothing of leaving herself. I told you at the turn of the year that I'd never play WoW. Though this really isn't related to the reasons for this stance, it adds to the pile of evidence against my taking up the game.

As I was researching the links for that, I noticed that the world's most famous apeshit lady has struck again! Amy Winehouse is reported to have been arrested on an assault charge (CNN) (BBC). You would have thought she'd get the message that U. S. Customs sent her two months ago. What message? "It's the Grammys, the biggest night in your profession, you're nominated for multiple awards...yeah, you're not getting into our country." This girl seriously needs to check herself. I would say she should check herself before she wrecks herself, but she's way past that point. And hell, I don't even think her music is that good. I'd greet her disappearance from the public scene with a smile and a hearty laugh - that is, if I even noticed it at all.