What an auspicious start to the day; the dew covered toe rail positively sparkled as if coated with diamonds. I began taking the sail covers off
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What an auspicious start to the day; the dew covered toe rail positively sparkled as if coated with diamonds. I began taking the sail covers off
and knew this would be a day to remember. This would be my first attempt
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Yeah, well, the starter's in little pieces on the bench of some genius in Revere so Granna's not going anywhere this weekend. Off to the Cape where we'll sail on a friend's glass boat. With fin keel. And formika table. But she floats . . . Maybe I'll tow Leeward and play in Katama or something.
Yes slow day and forum indeed. I'm almost afraid to ask (as it seems we lost folks everytime we did ask)but where's Lulu?
A good yarn by JR Smith would have finished the week in style. I did get Woodenboat yesterday so all is not lost.
Have a good long weekend all those that celebrate Labor Day.
Cheers
MP
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Well, at least Paul has it figured out...
attempt.......at putting away all the pressure that has reared it's ugly head at work. But that not what this is about, now is the time to slip her out of the moorings and gost out of the harbor. I have enough provisions for myself and
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...my nephew's little league baseball team, which just won the championship. Boy those little guys can suck down the beer. Our plan for today is to celebrate victory, find some jetskeet, and launch...
a round of spuds at'm with my shiny new potato connon, from the deck of
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And then...another minute passed...and...still...another minute passed...
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...Finally our first victim appeared from a creek. With the speed and precision you would expect from 26 groggy 10-year-olds we loaded the armament. However, unbeknownst to us...
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. . . the propane canister had accidentally been filled with a much more powerful mixture of LOX and LH2.
just below the surface, an Orka sends a deep signal to the pod of Blues just over the horizon. Waiting, spuds jammed in their blowholes and intent on....
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Targeting Bob Cleek, Robert W Miller, and other denizens of the archieves, who are piloting the old Russian submarine advertised on the Internet, and are intent upon...
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making love like Frenchmen, with their mouths, and finding the water route to the source, to Cleveland, where...
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Where my beloved Kathlene resides... Should I have become involved with a woman who hosts her own website ?
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And, it was Cleveland, the source, the city's leopard relationship with the lake...the lake wasn't lover, but prey--that convinced me to dump her. And Bob agreed, so we got drunk in the wasteland of the flats and made our way back to Katerina, and cast off for...
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Palm Springs! At least the namr sounded good, but without a chart, we didn't know it was surrounded by...
...huddled masses, yearning to breath free.
So, taking vorpal tiller in hand, I drove her hard on the wind, knowing that, should we fail to fetch the point before the Frenchman, he would be able to round up into Moonlit Bay, gain the weather gage and rake us stem to stern with a withering rain of fire.
BUT WE SHALL NEVER GIVE UP, we will meet destiny, and we intend to stand our course, and yeild not for the likes of Neptune him self.
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Some one looked up and noticed potatoes arcing thru the sky, intent upon
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a clean landing beside the succulent slic of prime rib sitting....
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next to my previous appetite. She sat there, full of sex and love and that intangible presence that turns a man's heart foolish...
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One thought: this is the subtext whereby boards make decisions. Hoo boy, are we in trouble or what?
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Suddenly, the violent flapping of the main brought me out of my trnce and....
...I woke and was still in Kansas, and it was 108 in the shade, and what I thought was the mainsail was just the fan blowing the pages of an old wall calendar. Totally drained of energy and inspiration, I closed my eyes and soon found myself in a wonderful
...swoon, a feeling not unlike my last experience in Dr. Woo's opium den and dental emporium. Myriad barely-focussed images glided past my eyes, most of them pornographic, as I let myself sink deeper, ever deeper into the couch cushions, through the floor, past a cloud throbbing from the hum of the infinite vibration.
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Kansas! Oh My it must be the heat. I'm not in Kansas. Vibration, horrible vibration, ever since we hit that rock and broke a blade off the screw. Thought the Yanmar would jump out of it's mount. It was the third day and we were lost...
but we still had hope. we we are determined, to hold a true course. yay, as we sail through the shodow of Neptune himself, we fear not the wrath, brought opon Atlantis,nor the angels of hell, wich call to us from the jagged shore where lies the remans of many a wooden boat. but the coast gaurd is another story...
which i must tell to honor the memory of...
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those true and valiant souls who uphold the one path of wooden righteousness
and patrol our fair waters in search of those wascally canadian smugglers of...
GRP and AWB's, subverting the attempts of right thinkers to convert the heathen.
i sat here wondering what i can do to my sailboat. Should i start painting the bottom or work inside? I have sat here at the computer drawing my next boat. And i have hit a wall. If anyone has a idea of a good type of wood to ues on it please let me know. It is going to be a 20'runabout sits 7. If you have an idea you can e-mail with it if you want to. hope to hear from you soon.
It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a sound which I did not recognize......
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sounding like Hemingway chewing his toenails aboard the Pilar as he reached for his fum and roke and contemplatin' shotguns from the pleasant distance of years fishin' and writin' and lovin' masculine women and GETTING and wishin' sum wun new'im....
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Yes it was the sound of a match striking againest the side of the box that once contained it. oohh how the stinch of sulfer could put the fear in the hearts of brave men. would this be the end of the retired fishing boat from Norway?
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No! Perish the thought. Just the prerequisite to light the torch and strip another old coat of paint off the hull of the magnificent...
PWC-stopper, carvel-planked with 2" oak in preparation for
refinishing with ten coats of polyurethane abrasion resistant topcoat, the only thing that would stand up to a ramming run on that 90 MPH stealth PWC which had taken over the entire bay. While intent upon this task, I noticed
...a gleam in the eye of the buxom young first mate as she loaded another white phosphor round into the very pistol. "Well, Captain," she murmurred seductively, "This might be goodbye. I just wanted to let you know that I've always thought you were swell, and, if we get out of this alive, I'd like to..."
"Oh"...suddenly noticing how quickly tools fell to the bench in this gravity field and Reflecting on the brief, but oh so pleasent vacation sailing the Hellas Sea of south Mars. The steep waves and strangley splashy water of .3g prooving to be no more than a modest challenge.......
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while cleaning cleaning the round that was stuck in the spud launcher. now those pesky stelth pwc are just being
a giant sput shaped pwc hurling at....
a giant spud shaped pwc hurling toward
...the buxom young first mate, who was just starting to stimulate my interest in this thread. "I'd like to..." she began, tentatively fondling my samson post. "Go ahead, speak freely, don't be shy," I said. "Pay no attention to those nervous nellies dropping their tools and reaching for their spud guns. We can communicate on a more visceral, less symbolic level." "Oh," she said, blushing. "Well, I'd like to...."
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slip into that skin tight bird suit again, leap into empty space and soar over the marinaris valley, while....
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watching you furl your mains'l and drop your anchor deeply into...
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the wet void that you call....
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the hole in the water into which you pour money. thank goodness......
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