Wednesday, March 31, 2004

In Russia, you can go into a music store and buy mp3 cds for around 100 ruebles ($5CAD). Usually the cds have about 8 hours of 192kbit rips. How cool is that? You can get mixed discs of rock, lovey-dove, metal, rap ,techno etc. or get a disc of just one band. I bought loads, and am taking limited orders for my next trip. I wish pirating was more widley accepted here.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Well, I'm back on the radar. That is to say, back in the land of braodband. I'm so happy I could walk around stunned for days!...

There is no fog now
petrol vapors sting the eyes;
It's time to see trees.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

Check you fire. Check your fire. The chopper didn't fly today. Too much fog. So instead of swilling Duchstien, I'm trying to drown my sorrows in instant coffee because after waiting all day for the chopper it's time to go back to work.

I should have opened that curio shop...

All green lamps are showing, all red lamps are off.

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

It looks like this may be the beginning of the end for me. I'm leaving the rig tomorrow on a big twirly freedombird. I should be home on Monday...

Sunday, March 21, 2004

We're shut down today on account of it's stormin' real bad-like. Don't worry mom, I'm safe and sound. Promise.

Saturday, March 20, 2004

Paper, rock, scissors
The mitten full of battle;
Nothing defeats rock.

Friday, March 19, 2004

I hope everyone likes the new look, I had to change to it after I screwed up the source code for my old one...

I have made a discovery about the Russian language. It is in fact, not a language at all, but a collection of noises and syllables, which have no meaning whatever. It seems whoever can utter them the most convincingly or loudly will have their bidding done and rise in rank and importance. After practicing in front of the mirror for while, I tried my hand at conversing with the locals only to garner strange looks and in some cases, they moved away from me altogether. Boney M was right…

Thursday, March 18, 2004

I have decided to add the following new feature to the blog: Haiku.

Yes, it’s true. I shall start with one that I did not write but it’s just to get things started;

Ninety-nine bottles
Of beer on the wall, Ninety-
Nine bottles of beer.

Before you get uppity about the lack of seasonal reference (Kris), I think it’s safe to say that beer is a season word for summer.

I have yet to decide how to integrate the new feature into the site, whether it will be a separate page or reside in the blog. I was also thinking of stealing an idea from Grant and do a domain name of the week type deal. I’ll need to do some research on copyright laws and stuff, or I might just ask permission. How about ?

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

In a couple of days, two compass minions will be leaving the platform to be replaced by two more for the first time in history. Although I am somewhat saddened by the fact that I am not going to be one of the two, I feel the warmth of hope knowing that it could someday happen to me.

I just finished watching ‘Congo.’ Animal movie meets bad semi-sci-fi jungle adventure. Zero stars.
“Here, take this.”
“I don’t like guns.”
“I didn’t ask if you like it, just take it!”
It’s movies like this that make me wonder if anyone sat there and watched thinking, “Wow, this is really good.” Two hours I’ll never get back…

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

If we use mach numbers to describe the speed of supersonic aircraft, and km/h to describe the speed of cars, then the units used to describe the speed of Russian drilling operations must similar to those used to measure continental drift. Not that I’m complaining mind you, I get paid by the day.
My current meatspace coordinates are 55 19’ 41”N by 020 34’ 19”E courtesy of the magic of GPS. The current temperature is 5.1C courtesy of Johnson Controls HVAC system. The current wind speed is 3781km/h courtesy of my calculation.*

Perhaps today is a good day to blog.

*Calculation based on the time it takes for the wind driven rain to erode a cubic decimeter of concrete.

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