Just in case you need to know what's fashionable these days on the beaches of Rio De Janeiro, I've got your back. Ol' Paul's a firm believer in keeping you up to date on important fashion trends in beachwear.
To celebrate all the wonderful things the Supreme Court has given us this week, author Michael Z. Williamson has posted a commemorative flag that fairly celebrates all the formerly-marginalized people out there who were so woefully underrepresented in colorful bunting and flag-having.
Here it is:
If I haven't managed to offend everyone here, please be patient, and I'll get to you as soon as I finish slut-shaming and pointing at people's privates while laughing. While taking the Lord's name in vain.
Ironically, unlike the rebel battle flag of the defeated army of North Virginia, there's no problem selling this flag on Ebay or Amazon.
Not too much to report. Our workload continues to decline, which is lovely, as my energy level picks up when I have time to care for my floating home away from home. Our schedule has included time off, interspersed with a couple of days of back-to-back cargoes, so there's money coming in and little gripes about the physical plant here get attended to.
So that's a good thing. My employer continues to crank out new vessels pretty regularly, seemingly about one every month or two, so there's never enough people, and, since we're not suppose to use the word 'retard' anymore, I'll just say that there are some new kids in the promotion pipeline that are doing well, and some castoffs from other companies getting hired, many of whom are absolute fucking mongoloids, and some of whom are beyond redemption. There's a good reason some guys jump from company to company their whole careers.
So, typical for the maritime industry, there's never enough labor, and never anywhere NEAR enough talented labor, but so long as it doesn't completely fuck things up, we'll manage with what we have.
Someone didn't think out the ergonomics of the house here at HAWSEPIPER's afloat global HQ/house of pain. They put the common head directly opposite the galley table.
So when I came out from having done some serious business in the head, kicked the door open and shouted "There can be only one!' It caused something of a stink. Take that any way you will.
Anyhow, The Newt, my opposite here on board, didn't bat an eyelash. He just sighed, put down a freshly opened bottle of water, looked at it a second and said "I don't want this anymore," and just went outside.
I am Paul B, and I spend most of my life at sea. Ships, Science, the life of a mariner, biology and (mostly) true stories of life among the best and the worst people in the world, the United States Merchant Marines. You'll find it here, maybe. You'll definitely find rants, raves and discussion on life aboard a merchant ship. Come back and see the Brazilian girls, too, who show up fairly regularly.