
Tonic water bottles with the gin poured in should be inspected with special caution to make sure it's not something you intended to dump overboard before you got distracted.
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I don't live on a boat, But when I'm deep into an edit if I get up and walk away I tend to do anything else rather than return back to the PC.
When I'm on a roll I can spend a good 8 to 10 hours straight and just farm the shit out, When I'm up and down and distracted I can take 2/3 days over a 2 hour edit!
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 19:58,
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When I'm on a roll I can spend a good 8 to 10 hours straight and just farm the shit out, When I'm up and down and distracted I can take 2/3 days over a 2 hour edit!

In what ways does it suck?
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 19:59,
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Millions of the bastards....
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:02,
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I wonder if you have to pay some kind of fee to the water authority if you want to live on the river Trent.
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:05,
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I always thought you lived in America, I'm only a couple of miles from the Trent and that's where my mates boat is....
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:47,
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Come to that, even if I try and play Blackjack or 21 I still lose!
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:24,
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and they cant parallel park
anyeay. back to skyrim.
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:13,
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anyeay. back to skyrim.

And they ocupy exactly the same living space as myself, and insist on running at me, and when you try to kill them, they either stand ther holding their ground waving their front legs at you, or run some where you can't find them, and run out at you again later.....
If they are alive they are capable of thaking you to hell, where they will paralize you and lay their babies inside your head and crawl all over you while you are trapped and unable to move cacooned in one of their webs.....
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:20,
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If they are alive they are capable of thaking you to hell, where they will paralize you and lay their babies inside your head and crawl all over you while you are trapped and unable to move cacooned in one of their webs.....

I want to like spiders, I really do. But I don't. In my house they are the size of dinner plates and use transporters to move around.
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:24,
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They are pretty amazing.....
But just sooooo scary......
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:45,
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But just sooooo scary......

They can move at a fair lick if they want to though, but (and this is the important part) THEY CAN'T FUCKING HURT YOU!
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 21:01,
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they actually keep out the UK's only possibly deadly spider (the false widow).
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 21:06,
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It's not about what they can actually do, it is a phobia based entirely on what they look like....
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 21:12,
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I get it a bit too to be honest, big ones can make me jump. Then I feel extremely foolish and get interested in them instead. There's a house spider that's lived under my shower for years, it's got an enormous web, I call it Shelob.
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 21:16,
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I give it a wide bearth, but it can stay there in peace as far as I am concerned, it's not in my flat, and if I don't fuck with it, it will stay out side quite happy
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 21:15,
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like the ones on the other side of the Atlantic are dangerous and the ones in Europe aren't.
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 21:18,
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Except a few that DO lay eggs under your skin, but not in the UK.
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:28,
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That's what you think they are capable of doing and want to do,IF you are aracnophobic...!!
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:49,
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Middle of Morro Bay, 26' sloop. 12 volt electricity only, row home in all weather.
It was really beautiful and a nice place for loud (acoustic) music but the second winter was quite enough.
I liked to do detailed acrylic paintings at the time, and my home was never still. When the wind blows hard it still makes me a little bit dizzy sometimes.
I like to cook and had no refrigeration and an alcohol burning camp stove.
The only other things I found to do in the evenings were listening to music on a car CD player and reading (it was a great 2.5 years for reading :)
On a twenty six foot boat your toilet may be under your pillow.
I also woke up once or twice to an otter eating live crabs just outside my window, and I could leave the boat on my surf board to get to one of the best spots around (still it took just as long to get there as to row then drive, and once I was there I was committed, no backsies).
Everything you own will smell of mildew (tell the women that it's "boat smell", don't use the M word).
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Sat 26 Nov 2011, 23:52,
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It was really beautiful and a nice place for loud (acoustic) music but the second winter was quite enough.
I liked to do detailed acrylic paintings at the time, and my home was never still. When the wind blows hard it still makes me a little bit dizzy sometimes.
I like to cook and had no refrigeration and an alcohol burning camp stove.
The only other things I found to do in the evenings were listening to music on a car CD player and reading (it was a great 2.5 years for reading :)
On a twenty six foot boat your toilet may be under your pillow.
I also woke up once or twice to an otter eating live crabs just outside my window, and I could leave the boat on my surf board to get to one of the best spots around (still it took just as long to get there as to row then drive, and once I was there I was committed, no backsies).
Everything you own will smell of mildew (tell the women that it's "boat smell", don't use the M word).

I knew that I'd left out something:
It turns out that I do not like to sail. I never have, but remember: at the time I was an avid surfer. Surfing is to sailing as watching explosions is to watching erosion.
I still think that what all the guys out on their boats plying their local waters today are doing is just what I was doing when I was eight and used to sit in a cardboard box for hours imagining that I was traveling in outer space: they are fantasizing about some great adventure when what is actually going on is tedious, really mind numbing, and anyone who thinks about it for two seconds should see that. When you are on a boat you are stuck, there's nothing marvelous going on, nothing is going to happen.
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Sun 27 Nov 2011, 0:08,
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It turns out that I do not like to sail. I never have, but remember: at the time I was an avid surfer. Surfing is to sailing as watching explosions is to watching erosion.
I still think that what all the guys out on their boats plying their local waters today are doing is just what I was doing when I was eight and used to sit in a cardboard box for hours imagining that I was traveling in outer space: they are fantasizing about some great adventure when what is actually going on is tedious, really mind numbing, and anyone who thinks about it for two seconds should see that. When you are on a boat you are stuck, there's nothing marvelous going on, nothing is going to happen.

I used to love my cardboard box spaceships, though, and you could say much the same thing about computer games, or a whole slew of other entertainment (including stories and holidays) - they don't actually cause anything marvellous to happen. It's very difficult to get anything marvellous to happen in life, so that seems an unfairly high standard to request from a boat. Come to think of it, boats are on Ian Dury's list of reasons to be cheerful:
Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats
18-wheeler Scammels, dominecker camels
All other mammals plus equal votes
Seeing Piccadilly, Fanny Smith and Willy
Being rather silly, and porridge oats
A bit of grin and bear it, a bit of come and share it
You're welcome, we can spare it - yellow socks
Too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty
Going on 40 - no electric shocks
The juice of the carrot, the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty,
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox
Which is a completely ambiguous song, but I think emphasises that a boat ... a boat is just this thing, you know?
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Sun 27 Nov 2011, 1:19,
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Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats
18-wheeler Scammels, dominecker camels
All other mammals plus equal votes
Seeing Piccadilly, Fanny Smith and Willy
Being rather silly, and porridge oats
A bit of grin and bear it, a bit of come and share it
You're welcome, we can spare it - yellow socks
Too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty
Going on 40 - no electric shocks
The juice of the carrot, the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty,
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox
Which is a completely ambiguous song, but I think emphasises that a boat ... a boat is just this thing, you know?

Nannygoats ftw.
I think that surfing and motorcycles can make a lot of things look pale by comparison. My brother actually raced bikes for a few years and he's like a sober junkie now: nothing is fun relative to that. The upside is he has always wanted kids and now he's really prepared having put the best things in life behind him.
I suppose that the moral is to avoid peak moments???
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Sun 27 Nov 2011, 3:06,
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I think that surfing and motorcycles can make a lot of things look pale by comparison. My brother actually raced bikes for a few years and he's like a sober junkie now: nothing is fun relative to that. The upside is he has always wanted kids and now he's really prepared having put the best things in life behind him.
I suppose that the moral is to avoid peak moments???