Picture of the Day 2

Today's picture (ok, I know, it's late; I fell asleep at 8:30)
edit OK, I had this up before midnight, but the server where my website is hosted has the wrong time and has had for years despite all my protestations and requests that it be fixed; this is not Dave's fault but is the fault of the wonderful gentleman who hosts my site for free, so my complaints lack some vehemence. But for the record, this was up at 11:45 pm, really, and my blog posts are 20 minutes earlier than the server says they are):

My father, on board the USS Sullivans, the WWII destroyer. He's sitting at an antiaircraft gun, looking through the sights. There's one of these chairs on either side: the one on his side controls elevation, the one on the other controls side-to-side, and the person in the middle fires the gun.

The higher gray thing in the background is the USS Little Rock, moored alongside the Sullivans.

He laughed at the picture when he saw it, and captioned it, "I think the Little Rock's in range..."

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snuggies

Ruminations on physical contact and communication in a relationship, in the context of a pleasant autumnal evening nap.

warnings: excessive physicality and cuddliness. No sex mentioned. some incoherence and nonlinear trains of thought. probable excessive... what's the male counterpart of uxoriousness? ok, excessive doting on the Boy.

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sunrise

am NOT looking forward to the clock change. I like waking up a little before the sun is up, sure, but that becomes not an option when the sun comes up at, oh, TEN. Jeez.

Dave's alarm went off and he didn't get up, so I got up to use the bathroom before he got in there, and then went into his room to good-morning snuggle. (He's not usually opposed to snuggling when he's, well... asleep.)
I lay down near the foot of his bed and leaned my head on his hip and put my arm around him.

In so doing, I determined that my entire arm, fom shoulder to knuckles, is the same length as his leg from hip to knee.
He has reeeeeally long legs. I think if he were to do the same, he'd find that his arms are as long as my whole legs. (I exaggerate, but by less than you'd think.)

That's all i have for this morning. Not terribly deep. But it seemed important to me. Oh, that and it's fuggincold outside again.

Picture of the Day 3

 

I'm putting this one up nice and early. This is another one from the Naval Park.
Dave is coming through a hatchway on the submarine, the USS Croaker. That's the full size of the door. Every door on that thing is like that. You kind of have to bend in half and wriggle through to get from one room to the next. Talk about claustrophobia.

 

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pictures

I have been beginning work on fixing my personal website, and the first thing I did was start fixing the categories.
I put every entry I could find that had photos or links to photos in it into a new Pictures category.

So, here is a page that has every entry I've made about Pictures.

:)

hm.

My URL seems not to be working, for people who aren't me. I can see all my photos just fine, and all my pages, but others don't seem to be able to. Which is annoying. I'm going to have to figure out what's going on-- it's probably something with my domain name registrar.

I make pretty good mac and cheese, if I do say so myself. It's waiting to go in the oven now; I'll put it in at 6:30 so it's ready when Dave comes home.

I am craving baked squash, but I have none to bake, and dave doesn't really like it anyway. :(

I am also craving a novel. I haven't just sat and read a novel in a while, except at my parents' house. I'm having trouble writing mine, and I'm thinking perhaps it would be worthwhile to read one in the genre I'm trying to write, just so I can remember what they're like.
But of course I don't want to read any of the ones I have. So, I have to hike over to the library and get some there. I really want to do what my parents are doing, and re-read the entire Patrick O'Brien series about Aubrey and Maturin from beginning to end in sequential order. Those are excellent novels.
But they're not my genre. Though they make me want to resume historical fiction.

I am despairing of finding a job. I went on two interviews yesterday. One, the manager actually spoke to me, and was kind, and said I had a good resume and interviewed very well, but he needed someone with experience. He couldn't recommend any good places for me offhand but said he was sure I'd have no trouble finding somewhere.
A little disappointed, but bolstered, I went on to the next place, a sleepy little neighborhood pub with a restaurant attached. The barmaid disinterestedly took my application and said they weren't really hiring despite the "HELP WANTED" sign, but the owner had another bar that was.

I'm a bit limited in where I can work by the fact that I don't have a car. So there's that, which is a pain in my ass. I just cannot work out the public transport system here sufficiently to go anywhere in the city and suburbs at will-- it's just too much to figure out. I don't know the city that well, I don't understand bus route maps that well, I just am having too much trouble.

It's a PAIN and I just want a JOB and this is too much stupid crap now.
I'd say fuck it, and just go get a job at Target, but I know no retail job will give me Thanksgiving weekend off, and if I don't have Thanksgiving weekend off I won't see Katy before she deploys to Iraq again.

ARGH.