Thursday, February 4, 2010

good / bad day

Its a good day when you rest for 15 minutes, when you've been up and on for 15 hours.

Its a bad day when a guy rope snaps, bringing down a 9m antenna (but good that its not you).

Its a good day when you sit in the shade, drinking ice water while the rest still flounder in the scorching sun, struggling to raise an antenna.

Its a bad day that you had to do the same in the blazing sun, sweat dripping off you and metal scorching hot.

Its a good day when your halyard flies to the highest branches that many don't reach.

Its a bad day to hear an ambulance flash and horn past you for someone else. Thrice.

Its a very good day when you end it all on your bed, taking a good long nap.

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Its a bad day when you realise you've slogged for 23 hours for a 26cent piece of cloth.

random quotation

"Mackie? M16? Whats the difference? They still end things with a bang!" - Han

Awesome.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

the night before, or, impending doom.

The storm clouds gather, confering for violent action;

Lightning rumbles in the distance, promises of bad returns.

We huddle a little closer, an illusion of safety.

It, it approaches....

Monday, February 1, 2010

under fire!

When I was young, I longed for the excitement of war, the exhilration of battle, fought out in my backyards with sticks, stones and a great deal of imagination.

Those days are over, but the excitement remains. Instead of imaginary conflict, real crisis has taken over with snap decisions taken and given under fire. A Mackie instead of a M16; the equipment is different, the battles the same.

Some people think spending 6 hours of your hard earned break on show is a waste. When you're having that much fun, you don't count the hours. Just the experience. And the cash. And the girls. What more can be asked for?