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Thursday, November 30, 2006

my bad. new subbloggers on the web

sorry, sorry. i bookmarked these two blogs for an entry and a change to the bubblesphere blog list, and then frackin' forgot it. i was looking for a link and damned if these two weren't at the bottom of the links list. so sorry guys. i'm a weasel. this first dude i found via our good friend the jolly joel up there in chilly idaho. meet Jim over at DCS Security. he commented on one of my posts, and i plumb forgot to link him up. sorry dude.

and here's someone's blog i hit on during a technorati search. welcome to boomer rider. he's a martini's bbs dude, and eventually i'll figure out who he is. i know he hangs out there because it's in his latest post. that's me, mister observant genius. hard to get stuff by me....

edit: i forgot. i noticed snapshot tube 2 was posting again and remembered to pull him out of drydock with this template change. Welcome BACK!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

a list of sayings that should be on buttons

i stole this list from Strange Cosmos some of them are too damned close for comfort.

Strange Sayings that should be on buttons

1. Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.

2. Make yourself at home! Clean my kitchen.

3. Who are these kids and why are they calling me Mom?

4. Don't bother me. I'm living happily ever after.

5. Do l look like a freakin' people person?

6. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

7. I started out with nothing & still have most of it left.

8. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.

9. If I throw a stick, will you leave?

10. You! Off my planet!

11. Therapy is expensive, poppin' bubble wrap is cheap! You choose.

12. Practice random acts of intelligence & senseless acts of Self-control.

13. Bottomless pit of needs & wants.

14. I like cats, too. Let's exchange recipes.

15. Friendly Checkout Clerk. Thanks for keeping me that way!

16. If I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I'll put shoes on my cat.

17. Does your train of thought have a caboose?

18. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.

19. Let me show you how the guards used to do it.

20. I'm not crazy, I've just been in a very bad mood for 30 years.

21. If only you'd use your powers for good instead of evil.

22. See no evil, hear no evil, date no evil.

23. A PBS mind in an MTV world.

24. Allow me to introduce my selves.

25. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.

26. Whisper my favorite words: "I'll buy it for
you."

27. Better living through denial.

28. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.

29. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets and after them.

30. Adult child of alien invaders.

31. Do they ever shut up on your planet?

32. I'm just working here till a good fast-food job opens up.

33. Are those your eyeballs? I found them in my cleavage.

34. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.

35. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.

36. Stress is when you wake up screaming & you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.

37. Here I am! Now what are your other two wishes?

38. BACK OFF! You're standing in my aura.

39. I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one.

40. Don't worry. l forgot your name, too!

41. Adults are just kids who owe money.

42. One of us is thinking about sex... OK, it's me.

43. I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?

44. It's sick the way you people keep having sex without me.

45. I work 40 hours a week to be this poor.

46. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.

47. Can I trade this job for what's behind door #2?

48. Okay, okay, I take it back! UnScrew you!

49. Macho Law forbids me from admitting I'm wrong.

50. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?

51. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.

52. Chaos, panic, & disorder- my work here is done.

53. A woman's favorite position is CEO.

54. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no.

55. Everyone thinks I'm psychotic, except for my friends deep inside the earth.

56. Is it time for your medication or mine?

57. I plead contemporary insanity.

58. I refuse to star in your psychodrama.

59. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.

60. How do I set a laser printer to stun?

61. It ain't the size, it's... no, it's the size.

62. Meandering to a different drummer.

63. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.

64. I majored in Liberal Arts. Will that be for here or to go?

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Martini's Submarine bulletin board's new home

the spammers killed one of my most favorite haunts on the internet. that would be martini's submarine bbs. there were hundreds of spams a day posted to the forum, so a change was necessary. there is a new format, and a new home for the board. follow the link thingie to get to the board. it looks like our favorite wizard Myron had his sticky fingers all over this thing. good job ron and myron.
i hope this makes the spam issue an unlamented distant memory

cool, he's back

well, not really, but i was visited from a link on his blog.

i pop around looking at bloggers that i've visited in the past. on the bubblesphere blogroll if they haven't posted in over 6 months, i put them in drydock. every once in a while, i'll check, and guess what! our canadian brother drunken submariner is still around, but hasn't posted in over a year. it's time we start bugging him, because his posts are missed!
your assignment: go bug him!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

wouldn't my teachers be surprised

You paid attention during 97% of high school!

85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!

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tip of the hat to cookie.

damn. this would have made the fifth grade a lot easier

pulling up old posts

i posted this a couple of years ago here, but since it's thanksgiving time, i thought i'd rerun it like they used to rerun the wizard of oz every holiday season. it's an oldie, but still a goodie

here it is:

i've posted this other places before. it lives in a couple of archives on the web on various submarine related sites. since thanksgiving is a time for memories as well as feasting, i trot out my old essay from some time ago.

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Everybody experiences one of those days in their life. Away from home, away from the family and friends that you grew up with. Away from everything that makes holidays the special times they are.
Thanksgiving, 1975. I was a freshly qualified submariner, dolphins proudly worn for only a couple of weeks. An "old" man of 21 years. Homesick, lonely, glad to be back in port. We had just returned to our home port of Mare Island after an extended underway. Some of us had leave, but the junior guys, like me, didn't have a prayer of getting time away from the boat. Nubs (new guys, or at least junior guys) always had to take leave during the non-holiday periods. Somebody had to stick around and keep the plant safe, or so the Navy thought. So what to do during the holidays?
Fortunately for me, there were enough jocks around that a good rousing game of "touch" football [defined as "you're out when you get slammed and tackled by the opposing team, and you touch the ground] was planned for the pre-dinner hours. Garbage Bowl '75 was on. We had enough players to scrape together two teams, THE CONERS and THE NUC'S. Who played on the coner team is lost to memory, but the picture of THE NUC'S shows a hardy band of youngsters. It's almost impossible to figure out what happened to the time, after looking at those young bucks, lined up for the "official" team picture. We all had a lot more hair, and a lot less waistline in those days!
The game was played on the parade field in front of the Marine barracks. The usual friendly rivalries between the non-nucs and the nucs generated some spectacular tackles. The quarterbacking was at least on par with the best of the pros, and the game strategy was bone simple....get touchdowns, and keep the other guys from doing the same.
The day was wonderful. We played, we rehashed, we embellished, until the most mediocre move was transformed into a graceful sidestep within an hour of completing the game. Those of us that didn't have a home to go to drifted to the boat. There, we replayed the game for the guys on duty, laughing about the pratfalls, and exaggerating our prowess and skills, as required by the guy code. We had come back to the boat to be with the only family we had available. We came back to share with those that couldn't be there, to help ease the isolation we all felt.
Dinner was served, and the one thing I can say about the boat is that they took a lot of effort to insure that even though we couldn't be home for the holidays, at least we would be able to have a traditional dinner with all of the fixings. Some of the crew had their families down on the boat for dinner. Although none of us would have admitted it, and even groused about there being kids underfoot, we loved having the sound of children laughing around during dinner. We may not have been home with our moms and dads, our brothers and sisters, grandparents, or any of the rest of our families, but we had our families with us there on the mess decks. We had our brothers and their families. It was enough.

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

oh god, it's started already

yup, Christmas cookie baking time again. there are some cookies that need to sit in the freezer for a month to really develope the full flavor. here are some of them. these cookies are called springerle, and they are criminally good, especially with a cup of strong black coffee. mmmmmmm.

springerle shapes


and of course, father Christmas
santa springerle

they paint these in germany. too much work for me. i'll just eat it Christmas eve.

and then there's always my wife's world famous montacao cookies. she baked an early batch to take to the family get together thanksgiving. these damned cookies will be the end of me.
clicka the picka for more size choices. if you really want to get those saliva glands kicked in, view this picture in the original format. you can smell the cookie from its hiding place somewhere behind your computer.
montacao macro

Friday, November 17, 2006

dance, monkeys, dance

a correspondent went me the link to the following video. good stuff. kind of reorients the thinking a bit.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

did someone steal an election?

i don't know. i don't really care. but it does seem somewhat humorous to me that the party that screamed bloody murder about "stolen elections" the last couple of cycles are doing their damnedest to keep a low profile this election. when over 250000 votes are cast, and the winner is selected by just a 91 vote margin, you absolutely know that the dems would be enraged, screaming with wild eyes and spittle flying to any microphone or television camera aimed their way. the republicans are taking their lumps, regrouping, and finding out what they did wrong, and how to fix it. the difference in between the two parties is starkly apparent.

and of course, if anyone anywhere is foolish enough to think the dems are bringing in a fresh culture devoid of corruption or shady dealings, i'm frightened to think that those people might actually vote. there is crap on both sides, including the culture of corruption rep. murtha is steeped in, going all the way back to the old abscam days. and the new guys? they have problems of their own. or should i say, WE have problems, that they own.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

my movie review on Borat

here's my eight word movie review of Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan

I laughed my ass off. go see it.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

i always knew i was one of a kind


HowManyOfMe.com
LogoThere are:
0
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?



and this test just reinforces it!
hat tip to Myron for the lead.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

lignum vitae

ok, so i get a little loopy when it's bed time. so how do you explain the phrase "lignum vitae" popping into my head as i'm trundling off to the kip?
i know what it is, and what it was used for on my submarine.
any of you old duffers remember what it was used for?
do they use it on the newer boats? i don't know that answer, and am asking you younger pups.

Friday, November 03, 2006

finding more submariner bloggers

i found a submarine officer, currently serving our country in Iraq. his blog is at Desert Periscope. wander over and tell him how proud we are of his service, and give him some crap for trying to sail in a sea of sand.... tip o' the flathat to the sub report for the find.

and another at A ganger's home. go say howdy, and of course, make fun of him. hey, he was an a-ganger. he's used to it.
god, i love pinging. i wonder what his response will be????

and it looks like
Periscope Journal is no longer on blogger. if you know where he went, let me know so i can update.