A week ago I got a silly idea t work and I tweeted it. There’s not really any way to explain it without spoiling the fun, so here’s transcription of the tweets without the hashtags and stuff, I guess.
In my sensual dreams
I remove the outer shell
From your soft, sweet curves
Run my hungry tongue
Along the ridges and valleys
Of delighted flesh
Breathe your fragrance sweet
Soak it up into myself
Till I lose control
Nibbling at your skin
Digging deep with greedy tongue
In the wet inside
Ripping you apart
Piece by piece partake of you
Tear into your flesh
Oh man, I love oranges. Sure wish I had one right now.
As many of you know, I ‘ve been a little obsessed with whales (and aquatic life in general) since I was a kid, and I might have been trying to go whale watching a couple of times. On my third day of vacation I had booked another attempt. A seaplane flight from Lake Union to San Juan Islands followed by a whale watching cruise. Sounds good, eh?
I’d booked it in advance, so I took a taxi to the terminal to check in, had breakfast and we took flight to the encouraging words of the attendant: “There’s a bit of fog but don’t worry. Worst case you’ll have to turn around and try again in an hour.”
Didn’t happen, as you might have guessed from the title of this post. We took off, had an actually nice flight around. I was watching the compass quite anxciously and after 30 minutes or so we’d returned to Lake Union. A muffin and an hour later they told us that they still hadn’t got clearance to start, so I called the whale watching tour to tell them. No way I’d make the boat. They assured me they’d do a full refund, which was nice, but I still was in one hell of a mood.
I started a little call to arms on twitter, to see if I could do anything else to take my mind off my more than miserable temper. Since there was no taxi in sight, I decided to walk towards the hotel, cursing under my breath. Pretty much non-stop, the whole 4 miles.
Back at the hotel I remembered there was another whale watching opportunity up near Seattle, but guess what: The one tour my schedule would have allowed ended their season on May 1st. This was May 13th. But my twitter call to arms had worked. Sara, who I’d met the day before in person for the first time had managed to get off work early. She’d told her boss about my day going bust and basically got told “Go cheer him up!”
Sara, I have to say this again: You saved not only my day, but probably the rest of the week. I don’t think I’d been a fun travelling companion for myself if not for the awesome afternoon that followed. Ever been on vacation, on a roadtrip, all by yourself, in a foul mood? I haven’t, and I don’t like myself in a foul mood on other occasions.
We decided on the Tacoma Zoo, met up on the parking lot and tried to find animals, more or less successfully. Had a great time chatting about animals, travel, work and other stuff.
The awesome didn’t stop here. After our slightly wet zoo adventure we went to the Anthony’s nearby, had bread with shrimp/artichoke dip, oyster burgers abd Rhubarb Slump for dessert.
ALL THE TASTY FOOD! With a side of more awesome conversation about various topics which I’d love to repeat some time. My Scuttlebutt Pale Ale ((I adore that name)) was pretty nice, too. Sara’s Whiskey Sour was more wiskey than sour, though.
After that it was time to part ways, but not before taking goody selfies and enjoying a hug.
— Sara Amundson (@saraterror) May 14, 2015
Again, thank you Sara! And Sara’s boss! Thanks for making this the best day of all the days that so cruelly denied me whales! It was awesome even by non-whale-standards!
No murdercorns where harmed in the creation of this blog post.
After a successful day one of my vacation it was time to crank it up another notch. Time to meet more people, as scheduled. I started out by walking all the way from my hotel to the Space Needle. About 4 miles. Yeah, I’d planned to take the bus, but I had an early breakfast ((crabcakes benedict. YUM!)) and too much time on my hands. So why not?
I did well, too. I arrived just in time to meet up with the great and awesome KariAnn who wouldn’t have time in the evening but agreed to take me to the EMP Museum where we saw C3PO, took pictures together and played with musical instruments.
After that we went down to the market, ate at a crab cake, listened to tourists bang their crustaceans with wooden hammers and giggled. We also took the monorail! ((It’s more of a Shelbyville idea.))
Unfortunately Kari had to return home after that, so I spent the rest of the afternoon looking at fish in the aquarium, buying stamps and sitting around at Starbucks, getting asked for money about three or four times just that day, just to kill some time.
The evening was devoted to twitter people again. I turned up on Jackie‘s doorstep after negotiating that fun combination of hallways and elevators leading to it. A bit later Jill, Carey, Megan and Sara arrived by various means of transport. We did a pretty good job of decimating the wine and cheese Jackie provided, only to move on to Carey’s wine.
Lots of wine. Tasty, tasty cheese and wine. We also talked a lot, about people we all stalked on twitter, ourselves, travel, writing, reading, books, words (I guess that’s what you get when you put people together who mostly write and/or read whenever they can), The evening went by far to quickly, though. Since we hadn’t planned on how long the evening would go, Sara went rather early to catch her ferry back home and Jill left soon after that as well. The rest of us took it upon us to endure the hardship of playing Cards against Humanity. We had to explain “smegma” to one of us and I’m not saying it was Carey. Thankfully the wine helped along and we managed to reduce Megan to tears and gasping, as well channel Sara in at least two rounds.
You guess which was which.
I am not ashamed of playing this one. Or winning that round.
Another highlight of the evening:
We all wish we’d be living it. We all do.
But even this part of the evening had to end some time, so we left Jackie in a pile of empty wine bottles and cheese rinds. Carey was nice enough to get me back to my hotel AND show me THE BRIDGE TROLL on the way, even though we almost didn’t find it. Nobody died on the way, but not for lack of trying.
I’d decided to start this vacation as comfortable as possible, so I spent the night before leaving at a hotel at Frankfurt Airport and ate one of the most German things imaginable for dinner. Then I went to bed, slept some, got up early for my hotel breakfast. Thus prepared for the hardships of travel I checked into my flight, boarded it some time later and took off at around 10:30AM GMT+1 ((German time, which is usually US West Coast + 9 hours)) to spend 9 hours on a plane. About three movies ((Taken 3, Kingsman, Into the Woods)) and one sitcom episode later I touched down in Seattle, went through customs and such, picked up my rental car and drove into and through Seattle to my Hotel in the University District.
A bit later I took a cab to Union Park and explored a little, since I had a bit of time left before the first highlight of my vacation. I saw Union Park, seaplanes and Space Needles, which was nice. I ate a hot dog, went down to Centennial Park. So basically just “first time in town random exploring before scheduled things take place”.
At around 6 PM local time ((I’d been up for about 19 hours, give or take)) I finally met up with Jennifer Brozek who is totally awesome and not just because she gave me three books and signed them. Her husband is awesome, too.
As the table we’d booked wasn’t ready yet, we walked around on the observation deck of the needle until they texted us, after which we …well, sat down, ordered food and drinks and chatted about everything and nothing. Mainly travel, writing, food, drinks, travel, more travel, some more writing. ((I might have a surprise related to that for you some time later))
The fun part is how we know each other. You may not know, but Jennifer is actually a time travelling international jewel thief who wrote and published The Sith Lord of the Rings in 1886. Awesome, huh? Oh, wait. I just realized I had dinner with someone who has their own wikipedia entry. ((achievement unlocked))
Okay, back to business. Jennifer herself blogged about that day and it’s not the only thing of her you should read, but it’s a start.
We had a lovely dinner ((try the wild king salmon, it’s really good!)) and chat, it was a great way to start my vacation. But it also was a long day and I went back to my hotel to sleep the sleep of the sleepy.
See you on Monday when I tell you about Etsy-steampunk strap-on’s.
I’m back from my vacation but I’m still horribly jetlagged or something like that. So instead of showing off pictures or telling you stories, I give you something else I brought home from my vacation.
It somehow came up when I had dinner with Amira Makansi, which was totally awesome ((both dinner and Amira)). We were talking about everything that came to mind and she mentioned a facebook friend who used to do a daily German word but sadly stopped at some point. So I kinda suggested doing something like that on twitter, and yeah. Here I am, starting it.
You might remember my more or less weekly lessons that I stopped at some point because I ran out of ideas. These ones will be bitesized, mostly contained in one tweet, and not daily. I’ll try to go for a Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule for now.
If you don’t want to follow me for that, or are afraid to miss my tweets, I’ll hashtag them with #GermanWithOlli
Neat tag, huh? Not my idea:
— Brett Jonas (@BookSquirt) May 27, 2015
Because it has been an awful week ((and because I’m too lazy to think of a lesson right now)) I’m giving you a day off from Olli’s Saturday School.
Instead I’m providing you with this entertaining twitter conversation that probably tells you more about me than I care to admit.
Antje, Kiera: I love you guys!
Hey! First of all, to those whoe care and expected something: sorry for not posting anything last Wednesday, but I was totally knackered from work, had a horrible week and couldn’t think of anything fun, interesting or uplifting to post.
So, what now…as my vacation draws near, it’s probably time to start thinking some things through, planning stuff, booking hotels for the nights I haven’t yet. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just wing some of these, but I don’t exactly feel comfortable with that unless I KNOW I’ll find something in time.
My great U.S. west coast road trip is booked. The plan is more or less fixed.
I will start on May 11th, flying into Seattle, picking up a rental car and staying there for three nights. I’ll try to meet up with a few twitter friends there who shall remain nameless.
On one of the full days I’ll spend there, I’ll be treating myself to something special.
I booked a whalewatching trip including a flight from Seattle to San Juan Islands in back with a seaplane!
Besides hopefully spending a lot of time with awesome people who I will pester some more soon, what else should I do in Seattle? Anyone know if it is worth to go up and have dinner on top of the Space Needle? Maybe someone wants to join me? If the weather is good, I’ll want to go up anyway, not sure if dinner there is nothing but a tourist trap, but then…who cares? I don’t mind doing stuff just because it’s a novelty.
Suggestions and commentary is appreciated!
After Seattle I’ll drive south past Portland (unless I find an absolute must-see before fixing this part), probably down to Grant’s Pass or Eugene, Oregon. I thought about doing a detour to Crater Lake, but their website led me to believe that this early I’m at a serious risk of too much snow and everything being closed. Although I’d LOVE to see it.
Then on to Eureka, CA and Sacramento a day later, a bit along the coast and through the Redwoods State Parks.
From Sacramento I might go gold panning or even do a probably exhausting day trip to Yosemite with another twitter friend! After that it’s San Francisco for a few days, Alcatraz, maybe meet the final twitter friend for this trip, the Golden Gate, that sort of stuff.
Thus ends the road trip part of this vacation and I’ll fly to Maui. Snorkeling and exploring the island. Take billions of pictures. That sort of stuff.
As I write this, it’s 89 days and 17 hours to wheels-up!
You know Savik and Chapel and McCoy and Spocky,
Sulu and Chekov , Uhura and Scotty,
But do you recall?
The most famous crewman of all?
Rudolph the red-shirt ensign
Had a very flashy shirt
And if you ever saw it
You would fear he’d bite the dirt
All of the other crewmen
Used to laugh and be right mean
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any away team
Then one boring mission brief,
Jim Kirk came to say,
Rudolph with your shirt so bright,
Won’t you lead my team tonight!
Then all the crewmen loved him,
And they shouted out with glee:
Rudolph the red-shirt ensign
You will soon be history!
Have a long and prosper Christmas!
Oh god, there it is. Every year when Christmas draws near, we listen varily to the radio programmes, hoping to avoid it, until at one point that one song comes on.
Pretty much everyone in the office at work hates it. Except one coworker who turns it up. “What’s your problem? I like that song!”
Wham!’s Last Christmas ((I don’t even know if they just covered it and I can’t be bothered to look))
@OlliCrusoe Ew ew ew ew Nope. I hate it. Any version. It’s the same two sentences repeated for 4-6 minutes and I want its head.
— Emmie Mears (@EmmieMears) December 3, 2014
So, here goes!
I cut off Wham!’s head
But the very next day it grew back on
To save all our ears
I’ll try to do something special.
Once listened, ne’er forgot
I keep my distance
But I still catch the song
On the radio
I do recognize it!
It’s been a year,
It doesn’t surprise me
I hacked it off up and sent it
With a note saying, “I hate it”
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I’ve been.
But if they sang it now
I know I’d try it again.
I cut off Wham!’s head
But the very next day it grew back on
To save all our ears
I’ll try to do something special.
Oh, oh, baby.
A crowded room,
Friends with tired ears.
I’m hiding from it
From that tune from hell
My god I thought it was finally over
No! I guess I need a shoulder to cry on.
That song on the radio, brings pain to my heart
I wish I could just go and tear the it apart, ooh-hoo
I could play a good song, I’d never hear you again
That song on the radio, brings pain to my heart (I’ll cut off Wham’s head)
I’ll grab them and kill them, and tear them apart
Maybe next year I’ll give it to someone
I’ll give it to someone special.