Blog Profile / Siren Song of the Anti-Bears
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| Filed Under: | Local Interest / Antarctica | |
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| Archived Since: | April 28, 2008 | |
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Running off to Denver
I’m heading to Denver this morning. Denver is known as the “Mile High City”, because everyone who lives there smokes so much marijuana that they can’t even see the ground. They’re so high only dogs can hear them. But, I kid. It’s actually called the Mile High City because of its altitude above sea level. Show More Summary
mcpenguin @ 2011-06-15T17:30:00
It should have taken me about a half-hour to an hour. It took me almost five. Stupid brakes.I had no where else to work on them, so I jacked the car up by the curb on St. Paul Street. Every time a bus went by the car shook from side to side, buffeted by the generated wind. Show More Summary
The Winged Menace of Glendale
It's Mother's Day, and so I feel that I should share a story of my Mother, and describe one event that explains in graphic detail the tribulations this poor woman faced while raising myself and the three other fine specimens, which were known as my siblings. Show More Summary
The American Test
Mr. Jury, front-and-center, if you please. The tall Kiwi with the sandy-brown hair leapt to his feet and took his place in the center of the circle, exaggerating his military-style snap to attention sarcastically. Yes, Sir. Sarcastically. As...Show More Summary
Winter isn't a season, it's a state of being.
A Winter-Over moment that I witnessed today: My roommate, Sunshine, who I shall call “Toby” in order to protect his privacy, bought a used X-Box from a Winter-Over who is leaving tomorrow. I shall call him “Doofus”. Doofus sold his X-Box...Show More Summary
Elbow-deep in a truck's butt
The truck is pulled into the bay, box removed, the package on the flatbed a baffling maze of pipes and wires and tanks and bottles. It's parked overnight and allowed to warm inside. This isn't for the truck so much as it is for me – she's going to be a lot easier to play with if my hands aren't sticking to frozen metal. Show More Summary
Cake and grief counseling will be provided at the conclusion of the test.
I had dispatch. At the time I volunteered to take the overnight shift, it was a sacrifice, volunteering to stay up all night and let the shift sleep. At the time of the shift, however, it was having cake and eating it, then getting another slice and watching someone else get no cake at all. Show More Summary
The Antarcalypse
Yesterday we had a vehicle fire on the shortcut road to Pegasus Field. Not sure of the cause, but I can comfortably say that something went wrong in the engine compartment, which ignited, and both the engine and passenger compartments were lost. Show More Summary
Thirty-thirteenth, if you must know.
Saturday, my fourth birthday on The Ice, was spent working. It was a good shift, filled with the normal things we do – some training, some inspections, some trucks. The normal. Inspecting 155. Went into the Computer Training Room to have a look around, noticed some ceiling tiles askew, tried to slip them back into place. Show More Summary
Massive portions of my brain disappear over the ocean.
The flight itself is five hours, but the changes are much more dramatic. Green and warm New Zealand transforms into cold and bleak Ice, and that's just the most obvious change. Somewhere over the ocean, as the sky grew dark and the air...Show More Summary
Season 8
WFY001. Third time is the charm. Sitting about halfway along the port side of the C-17, comfortably sandwiched between a Juan and a Paul. We're about thirty minutes outside of the wonderful city of Christchurch, and have just been given the all-clear to wander the aircraft. Show More Summary
Bag of Dirt
In Christchurch again, after several non-eventful flights. I like non-eventful flights – in fact, they're my favorite flights of all. Sitting there all bored, with legs cramping from disuse, and fidgeting endlessly as I fruitlessly search...Show More Summary
Live-aboard Spleen Harvester.
Day One – First flight – Somewhere over Southeastern United States. Deployment. If one takes the long view of that word, it means shipping out to perform a job or duty at a distant location – in my personal case, Antarctica – for an extended period of time – again, in my case, seven months for this hitch. Show More Summary
Ticketed.
That is all. I have tickets.