So there I was in the early afternoon. 60 mile an hour gusts, motor guards clanging against each other, swells bigger than I've seen this year, and me flapping in the breeze by one hand contemplating that long dark swim to the bottom.
Let me back it up a minute. There was a small craft warning out, I was working with our harbor patrol so that one of the bowhooks could get time on the road. The pier where we normally moor up to get refueled was full, so we had to do some pretty tricky maneuvering to make it to a secondary location and rondevouz with the fuel truck. I don't want to point fingers. My coxswain was awesome and did everything possible to make the evolution run smoothly, but sometimes it's just not in the cards. Another boat was already moored up and in the process of toping off it's tanks, so we decided to slide our boat along side it to Moor up. As we made the approach we were spun from behind and our props were sent in to theirs. I rushed aft to try and separate our crafts as did another bowhook and in the resulting chaos to keep from crushing him I was tossed overboard between our two craft.
At that point I was thankful for three things almost instantaneously.
1) That I was reintroduced to God a few years back and he actually saw fit to redeem me.
2) That wind blows in gusts and chose that moment not to, which resulted in the boats to temporarily not thrashing against each other. (or me)
3) That the first piece of knowledge I ever received about bowhooking was to always hang on to something with one hand while working with the other.

Let's see, where was I big wind, huge swells, claning motor guard, flapping in the breeze... Ah yes, here we go. I pulled myself out of the drink and gave our coxswain the thumbs up so she could disengage and take another run at it. I guess it looked worse from her position than it did from mine because she was really freaked out about the whole thing. I just smiled and gave her my patented response as I readied the lines for our next approach. "I joined the Navy to live a life of danger. Today you made that happen."

I'm getting a new holster... Just ordered it online today.
The one's that we are provided with are ok, but the one I ordered today is supposed to be much safer. I've talked with a few people who use this model and they all really like it.

Anyway, not much else to say. I'm thinking of sponsoring an orphan. Does anyone have suggestions on a good organization to go through?

It's official, my baby's gone in less than a week.
I put up flyers with the below picture and got a call on her not even eight hours later. The guy said he'd need a bit of time to raise the cash, and I had a few repairs to do to get her base legal bu tnow that she's ready and he's got the bucks time is running short.

Why I'll miss her
- She's always a fun ride.
- She's a little dinged, a little chipped, and there's no disguising that she's kicked around the block.
- For all of that she still manages to turn heads every time she's out.
- She's sort of high maintenance, not that I mind.
- I can fit four friends in her comfortably (six if they're good friends)
- The snap of her turbo kicking in as I bound on down the highway.
- The way she crouches when first put into gear.
- The wipers on her side view mirrors.

The last few days have been a blur.

The summer officially started a few days ago and boy did they let us know it. Raped bar girls, child endangerment, a 35 man bar fight, bloody fools (literally), idiots runing around on everything from habu sake to who know's what...

but I digress,
it's time to sleep.

I've really been at a loss when it comes to posting lately.

I became a volunteer for P.A.W.S. today and got to walk a dog.
I think she was wooped a lot before we got her because when I first went out there to get her she cowered in the back of her run and I had to actually go inside to leash her. Once she realized what was up and that I wasn't some sort of puppie kicking wanker we got along famously. We didn't go to far because I had to have her back in fifteen minutes, but we did manage to chase a few cats and catch a glimpse of the ocean before it was time to put her back.

So
I found out that my 800 dollar exhaust can be fixed for $30!!!

Just a few minor things to fix on the old girl and she's as good as sold.



Had an interesting conversation with a friend this morning about cheating on your wife. He's tempted by this particular person who is newly married herself and while they have yet to do the horizontal mambo, he was definitely trying to rationalize it away.
I know many of you out there probably have opinions on this, but the bottom line as far as I'm concerned is that cheating on your marriage is fundamentally harmful to both yourself and the long term relationship with your spouse. It's like I told him. "one night might be fun, but is it really worth your family? Is it really worth your career? Is it worth possibly losing your kids forever?"

The other guy who was there told him it wouldn't count as cheating if he did her in the rear and that, knowing the girl in question, he would tap it except that if his wife ever found out she'd hog-tie him, chop off his shelaely and feed it to the pigs while he watched.

Had an interesting night last night.

There was a huge fight between probably twenty guy's, but they were all so intoxicated that nobody could remember if they actually hit anybody or if anybody hit them. (Yeah right...) but since there were no witnesses it means less paperwork for me.
Also my car is an expensive bastard.
They want 800 bucks to fix it's exhaust.
800 bucks for the parts.
not the labor, the parts.
labor's extra.

The thing is I have found someone who wants to buy the car for 1500.
Before he'll buy it though it needs to meet base inspection.
In order to meet base inspection it needs the new muffler plus a few other things the cost of which all total out to be about 1300 bucks.

So, I think I'll just call the guy and see if he wants it for 400 instead of 1500
It'll be a good deal for him and since he's a gearhead with a Japanese wife he'll be able to get the parts from a Japanese junkyard and they won't cost nearly as much as they would if I got em from the manufacturer.

I'm taking this as A sign from God that I'm just not supposed to have fish...

Apparently while threatening their fishy existence last night I asked someone if they knew of anyone who wanted some homeless fish and my roommate overheard it. I then cooled down and decided to spare the little plankton munchers but it was too late to buy them a tank that night.

So after everything I did to preserve their sushi-futured lives, I left for a few hours and returned to find that my roommate, figuring I didn't want them anymore, had given the fish to his friend.

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*!@L!!! so frustrated I can't even articulate!


so i found someone to buy my car. He says he'll give me $100 more than I'm asking if it passes base inspection. So I brought it in for inspection today and five hours later they gave me a laundry list of stuff that's wrong with it.

I talked to the guy and explained the situation. Most of it is stuff that can be done quickly and he said he'd still be interested in the car if I got it all fixed, but it's just such a pain in the ass...

also my fish tank cracked.
cracked and spilled water all over.
all over the entertainement center
all over the x-box
all over the tv
all over the carpet
but at least we were able to save the fishies...
right now they're in a garbage can because I can't make it to the store for another tank.

To totally add irony to the situation, as I was walking back upstairs from throwing away the tank, my mind all full of hatefull thoughts about the newly homeless fishies, I became a volunteer for P.A.W.S. (our local animal shelter).

Conversation I had driving to work yesterday...

Bailey: Sure was hot and humid last nigh.
Me: No kidding, it was a bitch for sleeping. You're AC working yet?
Bailey: Nope. Yours?
Me: To tell ya the truth, I wish my AC was more like your mom...
Bailey: What!?! How so?
Me: (With a shrug) What can I say, I know how to turn your mom on and keep her going all night long. :O
Bailey: You bastard!
Me: Hee hee hee!

things sort of digressed from there, but you get the picture.

So my friend Jas comes over this afternoon (woke me up actually, but it's ok he owed me money) to see if I wanted to take in some lunch. Not even realizing it was Saturday, I agreed and as we were on our way to the local food court we ran across an Asian/Pacific Islander festival. Jas loved it and while I've never really been exposed to anything from the pacific islands, a home cooked meal is hard to come by out here so I was all sorts of down for hanging around. It turned out to be one of those "Moments Of Zen" that happen every so often. We were enjoying some Filipino cuisine, the sun was shining, we had a bit of shade, the salty breeze was a blowin, and the hula girls were doing their thing... Even though I only had an hour or so to spend, it was still a lot of fun.

Will wonders never cease.
-to kick me in the pants when I'm not looking...


Ok. So I show up for work a little early yesterday (at 3pm) in order to get some stuff in place for training with my partner tonight. A few carefully placed words and craftily dropped hints later we were insured all the confrontational type assignments that came up throughout the night. It started ok with some general security type issues and then began to rain...
That's right, rain.
Normally rain is my best friend as it keeps everyone inside and out of mayhem. Don't get me wrong, I was still happy for the rain as it would mean an easy night, but at the same time my partner needs experience more than I need peace. But what do you do...

we waited,
and waited,
and finally!!!
Dilligence and lack of hard work paid off when my partner and I became crucially involved in removing an unauthorized female from our base, and detaining the dude who was with her. It was the perfect venue because it involved confrontation (mostly on a verbal level) but gave her an excelent example of how you don't always have to restrain someone to gain compliance.

Also, we responded to a suicide attempt this morning (as I understand it he's now stable) and I was able to help process my first crime scene. That and I worked 18.5 hours instead of 12.

It's Thursday night and my partner doesn't like confrontation. They put her with me in the hopes that I can do something to help her put a round turn on it, but I'm afraid it may lead to an ass wooping for me if we actually have to do anything more than talk to someone. Don't get me wrong, she's pretty cool, she's got a good head on her shoulders, but somewhere in her childhood I think she was smacked around pretty good and the way she choose to cope with it was to freeze and go into her little shell. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, everyone's got to deal in their own way, but for what we do here and now... Well, it's a pretty bad thing.

The nights are getting warmer and people are getting paid, tonight especially is going to be bad, and I just hope we can come up with some sort of different coping mechanism prior to her not holding up her half of a fight.
Our coremen are cool and everything, but I don't want to spend the first half of my weekend getting X-rayed.

Here's the note I attached to some flowers for my mom.

Mom,
You're the greatest woman I know.
If I ammount to anything at all in
this life it is because when I'm
talking with my Chief I envision
you right behind me, at the ready
with your big wooden paddle of
justice.

;D Ace

Maxfield Parrish amazes me. I think it's his skies, or perhaps the way he bends color to his whimsy. The first time I came across his work was at a friends house. He had this big old 3x6 of "Daybreak" and I remember staring at it for quite some time, completely lost to the world. I can't explain it exactly, there's just such an... innocence about his work.

It's such a gorgeous day outside.
It's Saturday the sun is shining and the temp is somewhere around 85 degrees. A light ocean breeze keeps things from getting muggy while the clouds are billowing, but in one of those awe inspiring Bierstadt mountainscape sort of ways.

And I have to do homework :(
Then I have to go to do real work :( :(

THAT'S RIGHT BABY I'VE STILL GOT IT!

No, not that... the pills worked their magic and the burning is totally gone.
I am of course referring to my car. It has these adjustable shocks that have been giving me issues ever since I bought it. Effectively, one side will always be higher than the other by a few inches. This may not sound like much but trust me, with the body kit and low profile tires it looks like smacked ass.

Not really being a gearhead I was at a loss as to how to resolve the issue until the other day when someone was making fun of my baby and told me they wouldn't pay five bucks for a car with a jacked up computer. "COMPUTER!?!" I said dumbfounded, "Hells fire she's got a computer!" It's no secret that I'm all thumbs when it comes to an engine, but computers are a different story. I can't exactly explain why, computers and I just seem to get along.

To make a short story long, after realizing that it was a computer controlling the suspension the logical next step is to conclude that resetting the computer would zero out my suspension, effectively leveling the car and replacing it's stigma with one of awe. (She really is beautiful, and wow so much power!)

So, not knowing how to interface with my computer, or even where it was located I did the only thing I could think of to reset it and unhooked my battery for five minutes praying that it didn't have some sort of microsoft operating system. Sure enough, five minutes (and no blue screens) later the battery was hooked up and when I started the car she leveled off like a champ.

Copper colored spicy tongued
warm and softly speaking
our whispered words
of love, devotion,
tango through the night.

Candles flicker on the wall
slide their light accross your face
caresses you gently with soft kisses
falling sweetly on bare skin.


It's old, but i didn't feel like writing anything tonight.
-Ace

"Won't it be fun the next time someone asks you "what time is it?" and you can enjoy their bewildered expression when you flash your wrist emblazoned with glowing binary? Yes it will, you quietly smirk to yourself." -ThinkGeek.com ======================= I'm such a dork. I can't believe it, but I'm actually thinking of buying an led binary watch just to show people I can read binary. Don't know how to read binary, here's a quick binary tutorial that should shed some light on the issue.

my image hoster is having issues~!
GRRRRRRR