March 7th, 2004

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Poem for Sunday

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I was surfing Sid's Play Place for gratuitous Russell squeeage and stumbled across this transcript and screen grabs from an ITV parody of Master and Commander (complete with Titanic and Gladiator references) from a show apparently called The Impressionable John Culshaw that apparently repeats on ITV2 on March 9th. If anyone had a way to capture this in a way that I could watch it, I would be her slavegrrl.

My parents are redoing my childhood bedroom, having torn out the rug that has been there for 30+ years, and keep bringing me crap they have found in the closet and such. Yesterday it was an ashtray I made for my grandmother when I was younger than my kids, and a couple of Chinatown wall hangings that I'd forgotten I ever owned. Do I keep these things for the sake of nostalgia or give them away ASAP? Keep in mind that I am the queen of crap collecting and my husband is also a pack rat and will never notice more junk around here...

astolat has put her M&C songvid online here! Go! Enjoy! *wibbles*

Today we are supposed to go to Baltimore, which I have been looking forward to all week. Had to dodge several bullets including the possibility that one son's baseball practice would get moved to today, the other son's basketball practice would get moved to today or my mother would successfully guilt my children (behind my back) into wanting to attend a Purim carnival at which they have gotten bored after half an hour the past two years. (It drizzled yesterday during baseball practice, which almost got it cancelled, but the sun came out and there was this huge rainbow over the shopping center.) Then last night we heard on the news that a passenger ferry had capsized yesterday, killing a couple of people and causing all kinds of shutdowns in the Inner Harbor. I am hoping that this does not mean either that the Constellation will be closed, nor that the harbor area will be a security nightmare, but it is entirely possible that I will not get my day in Baltimore after all.
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Sunday, Baltimore

Have spent a lovely day here:

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The threatened thunderstorm did not arrive, the temperature was near 60, and the harbor was relatively quiet, perhaps because of the accident yesterday. We walked a few blocks to the Constellation from the parking lot near the Science Center, around the Inner Harbor where an Andean band was playing -- we could hear them the entire time we were on the ship, nearly two hours. We did the pre-recorded walk-through tour, but because we had kids with us, we could go on the Powder Monkey tour as well, which meant lots of hands-on stuff -- turning the capstan, getting into hammocks, etc. My younger son got somewhat rambunctious, as he wasn't allowed to haul at one point, and the "Master at Arms" gave him a resounding lecture on what would have happened to him in the Navy; he behaved much better after that, heh.

It was absolutely perfect weather to be on the ship, warmer below the waterline than on the gun deck, and afterwards we walked around a bit and watched the paddleboats in the shape of sea monsters before going to Harborplace for dinner (seafood of course -- I had salmon, hubby had crab cake, younger son had popcorn shrimp, older son had a burger to be ornery; we all shared crab soup and coconut shrimp). I read H.M.S. Surprise in the car and finally get the "you have debauched my sloth" line -- hee! Though the vampire bat discussion may be my favorite thing in all the books so far.

I suppose I had better see whether any Trek news has erupted in my absence...