Deck 7 at last.
After three weeks at sea we finally had the right combination of warm weather and low wind to make reading on the Deck 7 lounges not be a horrible, uncomfortable experience.
This after the most glorious sunrise yet, viewed from the comfort of our cabin.
I left Emma on Deck 7 there while I attended another science lecture, this one on conspiracy theories. I love conspiracy theories. There's something fascinating about the amount of effort people put into creating utter nonsense that they actually believe in, like a conspiracy to pump lava from Yellowstone and Mt Saint Helens to blow up Los Angeles as part of a scheme to "re-wild" America.
It would be more amusing if these people weren't allowed to operate heavy machinery, vote, and buy guns.
The scales tell me I've only put on two kilos since leaving Sydney. I think they're lying, but hopefully it's true. Even so it's two kilos in the wrong direction, so I made a trip to the gym and hit the weights, stepper and treadmill. I'd only intended a 30 min workout, but the most recent debate between Romney and Obama was on the gym television, so I stretched it out to an hour.
Yes, that's my idea of a good time: running myself to exhaustion while watching a political debate. I think there's something wrong with me.
Having dealt with my creeping waistline I celebrates with a beer, and a dinner of cheeseburgers and pepperoni pizza. This may not be the optimal weight-management strategy.
Tonight's "Movie Under the Stars" was a very, very strange film, "Moonrise Kingdom". A great cast (Bruce Willis, Edward Norton, Tilda Swinton, Harvey Keitel, Bill Murray, Francis McDormand), and a plot too weird to even try to recap. I think I liked it. But I'm not sure.
Another tough sea day tomorrow. The pace is killing me.
I actually don't believe you exist. I believe that you and Emma are fabrications from the cruise-liner-military-industrial complex for the purposes of convincing people to come on the cruises where they are brainwashed into becoming servants of the CLMIC. Which is of course run by the Royal Family (who are really reptilians in disguise).
ReplyDeleteYour references to Deck 7 give it all away: Deck 7 is in fact the indoctrination room, and the cruise liner had to pick up more supplies of the brainwashing drugs from Vladivostok. This is why today is the first time you have been invited up there. Of course, they had probably slipped some milder form of the drug into you earlier: I note both your references to Vladivostok being not grey and the Japanese female stereotype fantasy. But given that I'm not convinced you exist, perhaps THEY are basing your exploits on a conflation of several of the patients I mean passengers on the cruise ship.
Don't try and track me down. I have posted this comment via tor.
In reference to the telex I just received from "Simon":
ReplyDeletethe mention of the colours in Vladivostok and the imagery of the young female Japanese stereotypes are indications of some mild hallucinogen at work.