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|Don't worry, I didn't get stuck in a
transistor in cyberspace. I've been doing a lot of fun stuff, and a lot
of useful stuff. I've had time to read my friends blogs, but not write
anything on mine. Poodle
has been making me laugh to no end. If you came seeking entertainment,
I'll direct you her way for now. Also, I have cool pictures to post,
but I haven't taken time to crop them. When I have the pictures ready,
I'll make a post worthy of the wait you've had to endure.
|I guess that's the nature of secret
military work, but it really can become inconvenient. I was happily
typing away at my computer, when *blink*... and then nothing.
Really... NOTHING. The power flashed out, and there wasn't a hint of light or sound anywhere. Had this been the 70's, I would have wondered if we had been blasted by the Russians. My office is in the "The Bat Cave". The section of offices was added as an afterthought, so there's no emergency power back there like we have for our equipment. You really can't imagine that kind of darkness. You can't even remember it accurately. It's so unnatural to the human senses, that the only way to understand it is to be aware of it, in that moment.
I've been in that kind of darkness before; back when three of my friends and I spent three hours getting ourselves out of a cave by nothing but the indiglow light from my watch. At least then I knew other people were around. This time, nothing. Given a little more time, it wouldn't be difficult to forget that you exist. You would have to learn to define existence by an entirely different reference frame of senses.
Anyway... I found my way out of the cave by the light of my iPod (conveniently positioned on my desk), and the power came on a few minutes later.
|I walked into our Control Room (Security
area) to work on some stuff, and there was a guy on a ladder half way
up in the rafters working on something, with another guy sitting on a
chair... who had been sitting there an hour earlier when I left. I knew
the guy on the chair. I started laughing and couldn't help but
comment "You know what's ironic about this, is that you're
probably getting paid twice as much to watch that guy work, as he's
getting paid to actually do the work." The guy up in the rafters had a
good laugh, while the guy in the chair, looking a little embarrassed,
dredged up with the words "No comment."
|Tomorrow will be my last 42 mile commute
from the Ocean. I'm moving. Did I tell anybody? Well, I'm moving
inland, to this really killer house, in a clean neighborhood with lots
of really old trees, and mountains (hills actually) all around. It'll
be a good place to live.
|So I'm moving tomorrow, but I got a new
cd in from Amazon, and this is just the happiest-in-love-song.
I've heard in the longest time. It's best if you turn it up and let it
repeat somewhere in the double digits.
that's a canoe snapped in two. Reagan and his friend decided to be
pirates after a good rain in the Utah mountains. The river had a little
more water than they could handle, and ... well... several miles later,
that's what happened. The story is great coming directly from him, but
now he's off in ... somewhere in South America.
So my uncle displayed the remains in the front yard, and taped up the new articles written on it.
|Twenty years from now you will be
more disappointed by the things you didn't do, then by the things you
So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sail.
Explore. Dream. Discover.