the horse's mouth

Chilling With The Jellies.

Did I mention microdosing?

Wait, what about shrooms? That will make you dumb and dumber.

Hillbilly Houseboat.

What's a houseboat without a dog? Full of rats! Gotta have a dog.

What's a houseboat with a dog? Full of fleas! Gotta have a flea collar.

What's a houseboat in mid Winter? Cold! Gotta have a heater or lots of whiskey.

Reboot?

To boot, or reboot, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, [F: poor]
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, [F: disprized]
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]
With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered

Fish Swallows Yacht!

One can only wonder what goes on in the mind of a man with money to burn.
Via Uglyships.com | Originally Posted on Ship Spotting.

Cross Pollinated at h2ojoe.org and the water channel

Breaking News: Famed Circumnavigator of Oahu To Sail Across The Pacific In A Laser.

For the first time ever, a hybridized Laser sailboat has been admitted to the 2014 Pacific Cup. In a move intended to broaden the financial base of the famous race to Hawaii, the Pac Cup qualifying committee has agreed to admit the famous circumnavigator of Oahu, Mark Denzer and his adapted Laser Sailboat to the San Francisco to Hawaii Yacht Race.

Also from Hawai'i: In an effort to make the America's Cup a more accessible race, Larry Ellison has decided to ditch multihulls in favor of foiling Lasers. "I want to move away from the image that sailing is for rich guys with tons of money. From this day forward, the America's Cup will now be known as the People's Cup. In keeping with that sentinment we will switch from boats that cost more than the GDP of Togo to Lasers."

I'm Back.

Che cosa vuoi da me?

So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish.

Damn it, I forgot my towel!

I don't know about you, but I'll be sipping on a "Fire In The Sky" down at Dosa as the world winks out of existence. See you on the other side or in the morning depending who is right about tonight.

FIRE IN THE SKY: Black Grouse Scotch, Pimm’s No. 1, peach, lemon, black cardamom!

Some Bridge. (Two + One)

Tillerman torture time:

1. What is the name of the beach where this (altered) photo was taken?
a. Waikiki
b. Karekare
c. Baker
d. All of the above

2. Will a vengeful Mayan God come surfing out of the Heavens and tear down the bridge in this (altered) photo on Decemeber 21st?
a. Can you repeat the question?
b. I’m an atheist and don't believe in such nonsense. Holy shit! Who are you? You're Camazotz. (the respondent screams and then disappears in a puff of smoke.)
c. It depends on the answer to question number 3.
d. Damn it! I didn't buy insurance for that trip on the 22nd to Cabo. Plus, I forgot my napkin.

3. Will the Universe be saved by the Tillerman offering up one of the well known delightful culinary treasures from his soggy homeland to the vengeful Mayan God?
a. If the god accepts and eats the offering, we will be saved. (he will surely go into convulsions after ingesting the vile bile, keel over, and expire.)
b. If the god tastes the offering and spits it out before swallowing it, we're doomed.
c. The Tillerman might as well offer some Yorkshire pudding to a paper cup, at least it's a real tangible thing rather than some imaginary Mayan god. Holy shit! Who are you? You're Camazotz. (the respondent screams and then disappears in a puff of smoke.)
d. What's going on? I'm so out of the loop, who is the Tillerman, and why are the people on Squawk Box talking about the Mayan prediction about the end of the world?