AUGUST 14, 2005
- Pretty good lunch oncoming: fried chicken, mashed potatoes. For once the cooks didn't turn something from the Y. Hata food delivery truck into something not fit for human consumption. Reminds me of a box of meat when I was on the L.A. that we started to pass to the boat via the human chain gang that read, "Rejected. US Air Force". I wish I was making that up. I think that was the same stores load that two machinists were power puking off the brow just to see who could get the most distance. Anyway, the meat was conveniently, but 'accidentally', dropped over the side before reaching belowdecks, as is every box of frozen brusselsprouts.
- I got up early before watch, 0700 or so, and took a shower. I haven't been sleeping oncoming lately. To keep myself occupied I stay in the time machine, a.k.a. my rack, and play Star Wars Battlefront on my PS2. I picked it up in Guam and it fits sooooo nicely in my rack. I had to commandeer an outlet but nobody seems to mind. Now I just need to find somebody with a library of DVD porn.
- Matagna and Moon had to dive the sonar sphere to get the Halfway Night boxes. Nothing like crawling down a 15 foot tube while at 500 feet below the surface of the water with nothing between you and the crushing depths but a piece of glass reinforced plastic. At least this time the boxes weren't covered in propulsion lube oil like on WESTPAC 2001. Ahh, sweet L.A. memories.
-We are having T-bone steaks for dinner. Let's hope the cooks will be 2 for 2 and not screw the steaks up.
- For some reason, after returning from a head call, the section is talking about when they shit their pants in public places. Bartha in 2nd grade, Hanthorn in a bar in Puerto Rico and Matagna in the first grade. Sadly, I had nothing to contribute to that conversation.
1930 The cooks burned the steaks beyond all recognition. I think they put them in the reactor compartment. At least the undercooked baked potatoes made up for it. I ended up using some of my rack rations- good old microwave Mac & Cheese.