Month: March 2006

  • Who Needs Cable?!

    When we first got married and Matt moved in with me, he asked me if I didn’t want to purchase cable TV. I don’t watch much TV, and haven’t since 1986, when my dad decided it wasn’t worth paying for cable. There’s even less need for cable TV when the Internet has far too many distractions as it is. (Far too many. . . .)

    Everyone and their dog is becoming the new superstar du jour. Google Video, YouTube, even Lionhead.com has a new Online Movies site where people can film their own animated character movies.

    We keep getting ads for Direct TV, and even TiVo. I still don’t see the need for television. Not when there’s things on the Internet like the monstrosity below.

    Television.  Feh.


  • The Flying Ant

    I‘m always looking for another boat. Whether or not I can afford another boat or have a place to put another boat is another matter. But I’m always looking for another boat.

    The Flying Ant hails from New Zealand. It’s a 10.6-foot planing skiff with a spinnaker. I have no idea what its DPN is, but it looks fast and fun!


    pictures and information can be found at http://www.flyingants.org.au/

    Hull:
    Length 3.2 metres
    Beam 1.295 metres
    Min. weight 40.9 kg

    Sails:
    Main 4.9 sq.mtr
    Jib 1.9 sq.mtr
    Spinnaker 4.1 sq.mt

  • Around the World in an 11 ft. Sailboat


    “There are watchers in this world, and there are do-ers.” And I’m sure it’s easier to watch what this guy is doing than it is to do what I’d be watching.


  • Sail the Cloth Brothers

    There’s some weird animation.

    Hilarious!  I like this Harry Manko.

     

  • How to Race a Sailboat

    I found this gem on someone’s myspace.

    HOW TO RACE A SAILBOAT 1) Call seven friends Friday night, have them all meet you at your house at 7:00 am tomorrow, sharp. 2) Have your friends clean your house, and haul everything from the basement to the attic. 3) After the house is clean, everyone wraps themselves from head to toe in plastic. 4) All eight of you cram together in the bathtub. Point a large fan at the tub and turn the shower on cold 5) While yelling and swearing at your friends at the top of your voice, tear up $100 bills. Do this for six hours. 6) At the end of the six hours, everyone gets out of the bathtub and walks around the house, dripping wet. 7) Have all your friends clean your house again and take the stuff from the attic back to the basement, then take them all out to dinner. 8) Invite them to come back next weekend and do it again.

    I sure miss racing. There’s nothing like hanging out with a group of masochists.

  • Workin’ 5 (AM) to 9 (PM)

    If I have to look at another umbilical cord artery or CBG again, I will scream. Just freaking scream, I tell ya.

    Can you believe I’m actually looking forward to a month of doing Pap smears, if it means that at least I will get the chance to do some studying instead of checking to see if the lady in L&D 5 is dilated or contracting.

    Last month, as I was standing in the OR, watching someone trim a little subcutaneous fat while the sizzle of the Bovie knife filled the air with ozone and smoke, I thought to myself, “How the hell did I end up here?” Then they broke the water bag, and I had to go resuscitate a kid. Save the musing for later, dear.

    In the words of the immortal Bugs Bunny, “I’m DYYYYIN!“

    I’m looking for a vacation, possibly in Corpus Christi. Maybe Clear Lake in Houston. If anyone reads this blog anymore, and is interested in splitting costs to rent a sailboat, something less than or equal to 42 feet, let me know. I’m VERY VERY INTERESTED.

    Drop me a line. I don’t mind meeting new sailing folks.