What is north of fifty caliber across, made of bone, and has enjoyed a storied career as a secret ninja torturer assigned to yours truly?
Just saw this one come around again–it’s been a while. Worth capturing here for the bookmark. I’ve not yet seen an attribution for the joke, but would be happy to make one if I become so aware. At any rate, the joke is not mine! Continue reading “The parrot joke.”
Some days just have stories with them, and today was one of them. Today I was up really early for a 5am webconference (my current work has me on a team with a few folks from Cape Town) and it was particularly frustrating because my internet connection was spotty, with audio dropping in and out and generally making an operational mess of “my” meeting.
What I didn’t know is that I should have been thankful that I was able to connect to the meeting at all, in the first place.
First clamming trip today. Went with Cathy and Sabre to Ninilchik beach access, and in just over an hour of actual clamming time, including nearly getting ourselves stuck in the muck a couple of times (a little spooky!), managed to catch 35 razors. I was not expecting nearly that much success, and we’re pretty tickled about it.
Looking back on it now, it seems almost ridiculous what we managed to do in 2008, and mostly in the latter half of 2008 at that. Move, job, baby—blam, blam, blam. Factor in all the other things that happened, and the absurdity stands out that much more. Even in the process of writing it up, I can’t tell you how many times I had to stop and say, “holy cow, I completely forgot about this part, which happened right alongside x, y, and z…”
We had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner at Keith and Meaghan’s in Eagle River, with much of Meaghan’s family in attendance, plus Darrell and Julie from the magnificent New Year’s 4WD trip up the Knik valley. Some really marvelous people, from the sound of it. I even overheard some polite declines to talk politics because of how strongly most people in the house felt about government interference. (Ha! These folks ain’t seen nothing yet, have they?)
I sent the following message to my best man Hunter Goosmann after our November trip to Fairbanks. It is of interest in the continuing Team Wilmachek Great Northern Adventure.
Continue reading “Fairbanks!”