tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31243532007-09-11T04:31:12.840-06:00CheycoBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-86534601993989295662007-09-11T02:41:00.000-06:002007-09-11T04:31:12.874-06:00

As a matter of course, I now have in my house, a pair of floor-cleaning robots. Lisa deigned that we needed them and I obliged - ever striving to keep my child-bride happy. I have to admit that I was a bit skeptical, but the day soon arrived (or rather I arrived home) when it was time for me to see them in action. SWMBO took the vacuum version (it's name escapes me at this writing,) placed it

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1165477586390739842006-12-07T00:41:00.001-07:002006-12-07T16:42:34.940-07:00

Slight content warning: A bit o' animated graphic violence. Actually, the juxtaposition of the haunting piano and the gritty sci-fi combat should be the reason for the content warning, enjoy!

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1163093302679550952006-11-09T10:28:00.000-07:002006-11-09T10:28:22.696-07:00

I'm trading in my passport (which recently enjoyed a trip through the washing machine anyway) for a set of truck keys and a couple of gas cards. Why? I'm changing jobs from being a 'Measurement While Drilling Tool Operator' to 'Directional Driller.' Kinda like going from fixing the bus to driving it. This means that I'll need to get my skills in order before I'm allowed to head back overseas

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1155639415102460622006-08-15T04:44:00.000-06:002006-08-15T11:59:35.256-06:00

As if an electronic kegerator isn't the coolest thing since the LED disco dancefloor. I have to build one. You can even add ehternet connectivity to it. This means, that I could control and monitor fermentation, lagering and serving temperatures of all my beers from around the globe! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Breathe Matty, Breathe!

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1155305571660838752006-08-11T08:07:00.000-06:002006-08-11T08:12:51.693-06:00

I watched this live, as it happened back in the day(via the 'net of course.) Still makes me laugh, and is well worth following chronologically. I wonder what kind of critters would be attracted by a plate of raw meat down here? (Apart from the two-legged kind - no, not birds...)

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1155105220214151042006-08-09T00:30:00.000-06:002006-08-14T11:14:57.836-06:00

I found this growing in the sand over by the picnic table on location a couple days ago. It's gone now so someone must have been in pain somewhere...

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1148459784911244622006-05-24T02:31:00.000-06:002006-08-08T16:29:25.993-06:00

Well after almost a year of waiting, I'm finally here. It's hot and extremely beautiful. I've seen a few monkeys running around but that's it for wildlife so far. Still showering in salt water. It's well-water and has so mush gas in it it's like salt pop. Very strange. The trip was a long one out here and quite rustic towards the end, with grass runways and ancient Land-rovers included. More

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1125022211920957232005-08-25T20:06:00.000-06:002005-08-25T20:10:11.926-06:00

My favorite use of that half of that saying was when they used it for the name of the final episode of ST-TNG. Perfectly succinct. I’m using it today to announce the end of Compass Directional Inc’s affiliation with Lukoil in Russia. Yep, you read it right, we’re packing our sawdust sacks and catching the next chopper outta here. Well, not the next chopper but we’re only doing one more well

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1124033458582881902005-08-14T09:25:00.000-06:002005-08-14T09:30:58.590-06:00

It finally happened, I retooled my webpage. I could put it off no longer and to celebrate I am making another empty promise about posting more frequently. I promise to post more frequently. The problem is that sometimes it's difficult to find interesting things to post when you're far from everything. I turned down a fishing trip today because the wind is howling and there are 3m seas. (

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1119141470612771172005-06-18T18:36:00.000-06:002005-06-18T18:37:50.616-06:00

This blog sucks. It all needs to change...

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1112586651586568482005-04-03T21:47:00.000-06:002005-04-03T21:50:51.586-06:00

What better way to break the blog silence than with a description of a smell out here as uttered by one of my co-workers? "It's like they're painting fish or something." Amen brother.

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1104253278254999352004-12-28T09:58:00.000-07:002004-12-28T10:01:18.253-07:00

Today I bought a cd that had a sticker on it which said "Remove Label Before Microwaving" Silly Russians, Cds are for listening to.

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1098560786020519782004-10-23T14:44:00.000-06:002004-10-23T13:46:26.020-06:00

Play for love, work for money.

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1097702659451657622004-10-13T15:23:00.000-06:002004-10-13T15:24:19.450-06:00

Today, my dog learned about skunks. Not the type which means you didn't score...

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1094563335850909252004-09-07T07:20:00.000-06:002004-09-09T08:57:17.563-06:00

We drilled one part of the hole okay, but one of the tools which was ordered by certain parties which must reamin unnamed wouldn’t fit through the table. My sarcasm fails me.

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1094378000004696122004-09-05T03:50:00.000-06:002004-09-05T03:53:20.003-06:00

Excerpt from Starship Troopers by Robert A. Heinlein: Mr. Dubois then turned to me. "I told you that `juvenile delinquent' is a contradiction in terms. `Delinquent' means `failing in duty.' But duty is an adult virtue -- indeed a juvenile becomes an adult when, and only when, he acquires a knowledge of duty and embraces it as dearer than the self-love he was born with. There never was, there

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1094288347150433882004-09-04T02:57:00.000-06:002004-09-09T09:00:27.143-06:00

Nien more sleeps untull the Germany adventure begins. With the high number of people I need to toast, I hope I can get at least one in for me!

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1092751703188010502004-08-17T08:01:00.000-06:002004-08-17T08:08:23.203-06:00

My good friend Jeff Martin, died yesterday while clibing an ice face near the columbia ice-fields. I've known Jeff for about 15 years and, as parts of a group, together we have driven, cycled, skied, hiked, paddled, sailed, snowshoed and sometimes crawled tens of thousands of kilometers together. I love you Jombi and I will miss you. And the guns fell silent...

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1092682423628824542004-08-16T12:48:00.000-06:002004-08-16T12:53:43.626-06:00

As I sit here taking in the the beauty of the sunset over the Baltic sea in high summer, my introspection leads to a question which has plagued me for years; What is the medical term for blowing your nose? Who knows? The innernet probably deos... Finished up one of the wells today and my partner and I are short-changing from graveyards to daylights. Yippee. Should have a few weeks of

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1092196175794874592004-08-10T21:44:00.000-06:002004-08-10T21:49:35.793-06:00

Here I am, live and well on Lukoil D-6. The helicopter is broken so we had to do our crewchange by boat. That's okay with me for reasons that shall only be guessed at by the reader. Four weeks, six days left. Too early to start the countdown? Surely not.

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1091803147251104682004-08-06T08:35:00.000-06:002004-08-06T08:39:07.250-06:00

Six weeks. Six weeks from today I'll be giddy as a school-girl as I make my wat to the arena to watch Rush. But first, I have to go sit on a rig for five of those weeks. This is going to be the longest hitch ever. L8r Sk8r

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1089751437531823422004-07-13T14:41:00.000-06:002004-07-13T14:43:57.530-06:00

Something happened to me that must surely be the first sign of aging. I forgot there was Guiness in the fridge. My own fridge. I have to go now...

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1088974837186749192004-07-04T14:54:00.000-06:002004-07-04T15:00:37.186-06:00

Time to go home. Here are my Cribbage statistics for the hitch: Games Played: 405 Wins: 179 (44.2%) Highest Hand: 24 Highest Crib: 24 Matches Played: 31 Matches Won: 10 (32.26%) Next hitch they will be better because I didn't know what I was doing for the first 80 games or so... The wait for the chopper has begun. All green lamps are showing, all red lamps are off.

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1087897866705481632004-06-22T03:47:00.000-06:002004-06-22T03:51:06.706-06:00

I'm so excited I need to tell the whole world. I will be going to see Rush in Oberhausen, Germany and then it's on to Munich for Oktoberfest for a couple of days. My favorite band's 30th anniversary tour AND the world's largest beer drinkkng festival? I'm nearing overload.

Cheycotag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124353.post-1087706383446627302004-06-19T22:39:00.000-06:002004-06-19T22:39:43.446-06:00

They also make these things that are like a jelly doughnut but have a meat filling instead of jelly. I thought it would be difficult to maintain girth sans beer, but I’m doing my best. Traversing 600-700 stairs per day doesn’t help either.

Cheyco