Got one in before the atmospheric river shows up. The currents were with us and made the home stretch mooring buoy slalom super fun. Saw sea lions, harbor seals, harbor porpoise, herons, eagles, and osprey.
In 2004, the mediatainment complex got ahold of a “reality” formula that captivated audiences, and somehow continues to captivate them two decades later.
My spirit animal is fictional FBI Special Agent Dana Scully, standing next to a medical examiner’s table in a surgical gown, honing a 9” carving knife with a steel, like a Cordon Bleu chef.
A way out West, there’s this fella. Fella I wanna tell you about. Fella by the name of Ted Kaczynski. At least that’s the handle his lovin’ parents gave him, though he wasn’t too well known by it. This Kaczynski, the FBI called him The Unabomber. Now, “Unabomber…” that’s not a name the lawman would apply where I come from, but then, there’s a lot about the Unabomber that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me.
And even if he’s a misguided man, and the Unabomber was certainly that—quite possibly the most misguided man in Almeda county. …which would place him high in the runnin’ for most misguided worldwide—but sometimes there’s a man… Sometimes there’s a man…
You know you’ve met a kindred spirit from your generation of computer dweeb when they sit down at your computer and say “Greetings, programs” out loud, and “End of line” right before they get up.