My acid words

The Voyager.
Well, today has been a fairly, uneventful, but decent day. In other news, it felt like our ship JUST ran over a whale. I hope it wasn's Shamu. Man, he got away so many times, just to get run over by the Mighty Nicholas. AHahaha.

Well, this morning, I got to revel in God's creations a few times. I was unhooking the fiber optic connection from the pier, when i looked down into the water. There, I saw a pretty sweet looking jellyfish. It was a dark red, with insanely long tentacles. I know a few of you guys know my regular train of thought, but for those of you who don't, I immediately thought back to the origins of that animal. These guys start out as sessile little guys. They pretty much sit there, lookin' like little retarded squigglies. Then, they start to grow. Imagine a little flower. Speaking of which, i know you really really dont like flowers being picked for you, but i picked one for you the other day. It was your "favorite" kind. White Daffodil with yellowish/orange center.... yeah. That was when i was pulling those damned spring onions out of the garden. I totally left it on the fence post, but i suppose it was for the best. Okay, so back to the topic at hand. These jellyfish, they start out as little underwater flowers, completely anchored to the substrate on which they were born. As they develop, they start to detach from the base of their being. They essentially become free-floating animals. From then on, they are at the mercy of the current. A seldom known fact, they have no useful method of locomotion; they can neither control their trajectory, nor prevent themselves from washing up on the shore. The only thing they can do is turn themselves in a certain direction, and hope that tasty little piece of plankton thinks his tentacles look pretty. Really, when you draw the lines, you realize that your life is much like this Voyager. You start out as a miniscule little flower, taking in everything around you. Then, suddenly, the current of life sweeps you out of your comfort zone. You are thrown into a sea of sharks. What can you do?! Well, I guess what you could do, is find more jellyfish friends. :-) Now, granted, when i saw the jellyfish, all this didn't immediately flow through my neural network. I mean, i thought about the life cycle and all that, but I didnt draw the parallels until a bit later.

Well, back to reality. Right now, we are going through a series of drills and inspections. The real reason for going out to sea is currently unknown to me, but supposedly, it helps with the inspection. Hm. The room that i work in, for at least 12 hours a day, is about the size of your average kitchen. It contains all sorts of equipment that i'm not allowed to speak of, but you can probably imagine what it is, considering my job.

My friend just got a copy of the new Wolverine movie. It's that X men origins flick thats supposed to come out in a few months. Apparently, when the fellow that stole this movie made the copy, they weren't even close to finishing the movie. So while you are watching, you see the actors jumping around during fights with bungee cords on their backs. It's gotta be the funniest thing i've seen in a while.

Now, onward to describe the latest dream I've had. Today was a sound sleep. Sleep that i've needed for a while. So my dream starts off in a jungle. It's a bit hazy, but i know where i was. Then, a bunch of army dudes show up. Whats up, mister camouflage man?! Then, an alien ship shows up. I'm like, oh, wtf, it's an alien ship. Nothing out of the ordinary there. So, me and my badass army dude friends decide to fend off the supposed "alien threat". Now, a long and arduous battle ensues. Queue, epic sci-fi music. The badass army dude's numbers are slowly dwindling... It's down to one B.A.R.D. (I should coin that) and Me. Now, as usual, I'm completely shredded. I mean, I'm a Badass Navy Dude, right? (B.A.N.D.) Hahaha. So, It's me, him, and the Alien Menace now. The ship is juking around, trying to get a bead on us ground-dwellers, and we are throwing all we've got at him. I mean, machine guns, leftovers, grenades, wallabies... you name it! Suddenly, we are transported to the city of Washington D.C.! Oh no! (This is where the dream started making less and less sense) Apparently, I had something more important to do, so i found myself driving somewhere... Meanwhile, on the horizon, I see the alien menace! (and this is how i remember it) Suddenly, the alien ship is struck by some sort of explosion! It slowly starts to tumble out of the sky... into the smithsonian institute! WTF! The horizon is filled with cheesy, B-grade movie explosions. Shouldn't dreams be in high definition? This couldn't have come at a worse time! Now my vacation plans are ruined! Told you my dreams are weird... but they, in some way or another, always seem to mirror things in my life.

Okay, well, this blog has been pretty long. I really don't want to lose anybody here, so i will be signing off in a moment. Just as a parting gift, I am listening to Rush right now. Lol. My communications watch officer thinks I'm the coolest guy ever now. He was definitely a rock and roll child. By the way, I don't think there are any "Psychics" on this ship, because we never seem to know what we are doing the next day. Or perhaps, the world isn't ready for a Navy that knows what it's doing...

Peace out!