the tightness of one’s jib furl determines one’s moral righteousness
everything even slightly damp is ‘juicy’
assuring passengers we are ‘schooning real good’ (born after several failed attempts to explain that ‘schooner’ isn’t actually a verb)
‘get her up on a plaaaaaaane’
she’s a lady by tom jones, specifically the ‘OOOOHHooooHoooooHHHH’ bit shouted between the boats in passing, but occassionally the whole thing if the boats are passing really slowly
last year one of the crew bought this pickle-in-a-bag and then forgot to eat it when he left for his days off. so it sat there for a little while. the captain began to pull it out and set it on top of the GPS screen, at first possibly in the hope someone would claim it and make it go away, and then because it got increasingly funny the longer that no one did. by midsummer he was setting it carefully upright and dead center every morning and declaring that all was right with the world now, while the crew was muttering things like ‘it’s forbidden to spill the sacred juices’ whenever new hands asked if anyone was going to eat it. we spelled out PICKLE in signal flags during the tall ship festival, probably baffling anyone who took the time to translate. I’ve been asked to design a pickle flag to fly from out foremast this year. the Pickle has grown into something between an inside joke and a mascot. even the structural damage caused to it by sitting on board all winter (freezing and thawing several times has not been kind to it) has not stopped this - it was sitting front and center during our first sail of the season.
so that’s the first half of this.
yesterday, for the first time, someone asked why we had a pickle sitting over our GPS. and in a moment of absolute, off-the-cuff bullshit, I said, ‘Sir, that is our barometer’.
and then I spent another five minutes explaining to this fascinated guy (and the captain, who was directly behind him and grimacing fixedly at the top of the mast) how we could tell air pressure by how swollen the bag was and whether the pickle was floating or not, look, you can see with how that thunderstorm passed just north of us earlier, the top of the bag is all concave and the pickle is resting on the bottom? we’re in the clear. and of course it’s kind of silly and outdated with modern technology but we still pull it out on mornings with the possibility of bad weather, just to see how the pickle is sitting, just because it’s a quick and easy little check and we’re all about tradition here. I got as far as calling it ”an object of immense spiritual importance to the crew“ before I had to make an excuse to go below and laugh.
my parents used to do this to me when i was little - they’re both pretty tall, so they could easily swing me between them. my mom told me last week that once, after a pretty hefty snowfall, they were walking somewhere with me swinging me back and forth, as usual. because it was cold out i was wearing gloves, so on a pretty hard forward swing, i slip out of my gloves, flying through the air. i landed in a pile of snow
My parents did this kind of swinging with me in a mall when I was three and dislocated my arm. My arm was stuck bent at 90 degrees until they got me to a doctor who popped it back in place again. They kept us there for a really long time because my parents had to answer questions about child abuse when they had just taken me to the mall for some Superman ice cream.
five friends crammed in a small shower to discuss topics but if somebody uses a secret word selected beforehand the shower turns on for the rest of the podcast
You may
seem intimidating, but you’re really a softy at heart. These bees have
huge, serrated chompers they use to saw disks of leaves to line their
nests. Sometimes they also collect pieces of flower petals to cocoon
their growing babies in little colorful sleeping bags!
coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you