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That's funny. Thanks, Mike. Package leaving tomorrow -- what's your shirt size? (hat's adjustable)

 

I wish it were a joke. I've had to buy about twenty cordless phones over the years, they keep getting launched at my brain from across the room. And the weird part, there could be twenty different things within arm's reach to throw and they always go for the cordless phones. For some reason, the calmest, chillest dudes seem to attract women who all seem to be blood-relatives of Satan himself.

 

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Hey Cliffie. By the time phone number 3 got launched in your direction you should have been looking into the mirror to determine what the problem is. And I can tell you its not an over abundance of calm and chill.

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I haven't heard of this type of cruise before, if it is in real then i would like to go for it. It will be very adventurous and even i want to know that how this experience will be, I have some friend

Translation ... "Sorry dude, no names and/or locations because I made it all up."   Reality ... Reid "supporters" rise up in direct opposition of "rabidity" of Reid bashers.   For instance, look a

Why is it that you demand that other people prove their assertions to your satisfaction while you spout oft bizarre theories that utterly defy reason and expect to be taken seriously?.   Stowe isn't

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This picture sums up my feelings about the whacked out nutcase on the Love Schooner Anne.

This is truly Nero fiddling while Rome burns.

Look at the terrible condition of the surrounding structure!

Yet someone is wasting time and effort on deranged carvings.

If that effort were put into proper construction, materials, maintenance, etc. every person on this forum would have far fewer negative things to say about Reid.

 

We wouldn't talk about him at all. He'd be boring, like Cliff.

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What the hell is going on here, Wofsey? You were the great Mac defender!

 

You should be flicked anyway for deleting posts to knock Elle from her rightful 25,000th Post place at the top of the page! :angry:

 

 

Lissen up sugar pop ... I still think the Mac 26 is a decent boat for the money, I tend not to fill my days thinking about which are the correct shoes, winches, and trailerable sailboat to buy in order to fit into (in)correct society. It's funny to me how the groupthink here adopts certain conventions; Mac 26 bad, Reid Stowe buffoon ... and then anyone who doesn't fall into line is something less than human. Suddenly, good old Tom Ray, one of the strongest sticks in the pile is popping off all these purely rational and beautifully logical statements about the Mac 26, based on his real experience with sailing and selling them, rather than something burned into his brain in Room 101.

 

And as for you bizarre and twisted accusations that I have been "deleting posts to knock Elle from her rightful place at the top of the page," I can only assume you mean that bit of lycra-covered semi-porn that passes for something resembling a locker room joke with the blokes at SA.

 

To assume that I would even care who Elle is, let alone delete some of my beautiful writings in order to alter the position of these bits of eyeball sours is not to know the real me. You're off thinking Reid Stowe is the strutting cock-of-the-walk, but in fact it is me, who thinks the trivialities that I wipe on the back of a used cocktail napkin are far more worldly and meaningful than any picture of some semi-transparent boobie-covers.

 

Besides, I didn't even come to SA until about page 400-something. I wasn't around on page 250.

 

And then you put your cute little angry face, like this ... :angry:

 

Not to spill the wind from your sails there honey, but I've had women so mad at me that they've launched assorted items at me including a turkey-carving knife, a crystal alarm clock and enough cordless telephones to provide ground communication for a small army. You're going to have to do a bit better to get your attack plane onto my radar screen.

 

Anyway, you wrote that you live in Buenos Aires ... why would somone in B.A. -- surrounded by one of the most beautiful cities and cultures -- care about a forum thread?

insane ramblings of a madman i tell ya!!!

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You said it - hmmm.... are you going to use your little internet law to A. Harass yourself and B. try to get a judgement?

 

That little "internet law" is now U.S. Code. And no, it doesn't apply to me because I don't post under an alias. I can barely remember my own name, let alone something made-up.

 

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Hey Cliffie. By the time phone number 3 got launched in your direction you should have been looking into the mirror to determine what the problem is. And I can tell you its not an over abundance of calm and chill.

 

Don't need a mirror for that boyo ... I prefer women with violent tempers. And since I'm calm and chill, they can fully lose their minds without worrying about me doing anything back to them.

 

Ah, the danger and beauty of a lethally dangerous woman ...

 

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Reid Stowe 2/17/1999

 

Reid, Laurence and friends have been working hard to find the elusive sponsor and the money to outfit the schooner Anne for the longest voyage in history. As the sponsor has not yet been found, Reid and Laurence are going back to sea around June 1St. to voyage unsupported for half a year. The new voyage is titled "The Odyssey of the Sea Turtle" because Reid and Laurence will sail across oceans and time zones that trace the shape of a sea turtle. We hope that this extended, demanding, and original voyage will help make the 1000 day Voyage possible.The drawing of the sea turtle which you can watch take place on our website map, will be the largest man-made art on earth. The "Odyssey of the Sea Turtle" will bring attention to endangered animals and reaffirm the wisdom of Aesop's fable "The Turtle and the Hare". Our Society races fast as we sail slowly but surely on our course............

 

Reid Stowe 3/11/1999

 

Benefit Announcement

Laurence and I have survived the winter storms and are throwing a fund raiser benefit party to announce our marriage on May 29 and departure for the wildest honeymoon; one half year on the high seas, a shake down for the 1,000 day voyage, during which we will sail a course around the South Atlantic, that will trace the shape of a sea turtle.The boldest art work spans oceans and time zones. On April 1st. a $10 dollar admission to dance and party all night in the historic lightship the "Frying Pan" on Pier 63 at the end of W. 23rd St.,walk north around the corner of Basketball City. Please bring your friends, check in for our sailing schedule and help support our quest to make the longest sailing voyage in history, " to leave the touch of terra-firma longer than any human". Those of you who can't make it (tell your friends who have sailed with us) please try to help by sending a tax deductible check to our not-for-profit educational organization .....

 

1000 Days Non-Stop At Sea LTD.

Pier 63 N. River

NYC, NY 10011

 

$10.00 Honorary crew member

$25.00 Angel

$100.00 Patron Saint

 

Our Schedule

 

April 1st. (April Fools Day) Fund raiser, benefit dance party inside the "Frying Pan" Lightship. (9PM - until)

April 30 (Full Moon) Press Conference outside on barge.

May 29 Our marriage outside on barge (1PM - until)

June 5 Departure at 4PM on "The Odyssey of the Sea Turtle" voyage.

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Hey Cliffie. By the time phone number 3 got launched in your direction you should have been looking into the mirror to determine what the problem is. And I can tell you its not an over abundance of calm and chill.

 

Don't need a mirror for that boyo ... I prefer women with violent tempers. And since I'm calm and chill, they can fully lose their minds without worrying about me doing anything back to them.

 

Ah, the danger and beauty of a lethally dangerous woman ...

 

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Um um um Mikie.... this says a lot about you as a person ~ a creep passive-aggressive baiter who gets his thrills pissing off women, and is probably craving a real beat-down from "Mommy". Whazamatter? Did you fail Potty Training? But hey, for your sake, I hope those phones connect most painfully for you.

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Hey Cliffie. By the time phone number 3 got launched in your direction you should have been looking into the mirror to determine what the problem is. And I can tell you its not an over abundance of calm and chill.

 

Don't need a mirror for that boyo ... I prefer women with violent tempers. And since I'm calm and chill, they can fully lose their minds without worrying about me doing anything back to them.

 

Ah, the danger and beauty of a lethally dangerous woman ...

 

siberian-tiger-0010.jpg

 

 

 

Um um um Mikie.... this says a lot about you as a person ~ a creep passive-aggressive baiter who gets his thrills pissing off women, and is probably craving a real beat-down from "Mommy". Whazamatter? Did you fail Potty Training? But hey, for your sake, I hope those phones connect most painfully for you.

 

My names not "Mikie", but I appreciate your help, JP. I feel like I need a hug from Uncle Johnny. Aunt Mary was always there with a good farm breakfast and some iodine.

 

I learned to stand up and pee wearing hand cuffs behind my bruised backside.

 

Tears of mental freedom, JP.

 

Thanks,

 

RD

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Um um um Mikie.... this says a lot about you as a person ~ a creep passive-aggressive baiter who gets his thrills pissing off women, and is probably craving a real beat-down from "Mommy". Whazamatter? Did you fail Potty Training? But hey, for your sake, I hope those phones connect most painfully for you.

 

Since you have apparently taken Psychology 101, you may also be aware that the texture of one's diagnosis is indicative of their own emotional state.

 

As for me though, you're assuming that the only target of someone's anger is the person who created the dissonance. That's as silly as saying that someone who takes target practice at a shooting target is angry at the target. The target is simply there to hone their skills for the day when they will need their skills for something more than practice.

 

Of course the target gets shot full of holes and eventually discarded, but such is life ... some people can take being the target for a while, and some can't. For the ones who can, they get to experience the difference between this:

 

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and this:

 

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After all Planetary, what's the point of having a sailboat if you just leave it at the dock all the time because you're afraid of a few storms?

 

I've never been to "Buenos Aires", but in many places, people who allow adventure into their lives are not necessarily emotionally deficient.

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I wish it were a joke. I've had to buy about twenty cordless phones over the years, they keep getting launched at my brain from across the room. And the weird part, there could be twenty different things within arm's reach to throw and they always go for the cordless phones. For some reason, the calmest, chillest dudes seem to attract women who all seem to be blood-relatives of Satan himself.

 

 

You have a pretty strange definition of "adventure", Mikey. Just sayin' there's an obvious trend there, and it makes one wonder how such a "calm, chill dude" can possibly incite that violent anger in so many women. Of course you could just be exaggerating, as you're from the Weed school that bemoaned a top writer missing all the "passion and fire" in the Voyage of the Two-Legged Turtle story. :lol:

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I wish it were a joke. I've had to buy about twenty cordless phones over the years, they keep getting launched at my brain from across the room. And the weird part, there could be twenty different things within arm's reach to throw and they always go for the cordless phones. For some reason, the calmest, chillest dudes seem to attract women who all seem to be blood-relatives of Satan himself.

 

 

You have a pretty strange definition of "adventure", Mikey. Just sayin' there's an obvious trend there, and it makes one wonder how such a "calm, chill dude" can possibly incite that violent anger in so many women. Of course you could just be exaggerating, as you're from the Weed school that bemoaned a top writer missing all the "passion and fire" in the Voyage of the Two-Legged Turtle story. :lol:

 

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Day 862 Fool of Hearts

 

Tuesday, 01 September 2009

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Day 862 - September 1, 2009

 

Wind WSW 10 knots, Course N, Speed 1 knot, Position 748n by 17825w

 

Fool of Hearts

 

I have been part fool ever since as a teenager. I heard the Beatles song, "Fool on the Hill - day after day, alone on a hill, the fool sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, well on the way, the man of 1000 days, head in a cloud..."

 

Never sure I had an answer; I pursued my fascinations, often at great risk. Luck was on my side and it wasn't exaggerated pride. It was self confidence that gave me courage and crazy energy to think I could pursue my wildest dreams. It wasn't ego that got me very far - ego is for scairdy cats who puff up in safety. I left ego far behind as I merged with infinity. Ego is not ample enough for soulful goals. I had high ideals and didn't let foolishness or fear of failure stop me from trying.

 

In the midst of this chaos great possibilities came into my life. The path of great expectations is not for pragmatists or conservatives. It is for fools with heart who can let their imaginations move to deeper insights, out of the box and sometimes out of bounds. If we are going to be free to be curious about alternatives in life, sometimes we wind up deviated from the normal and often special revelations arrive. Life is twisted too and has a tendency to screw up our expectations and fools with heart can sometimes make the best of these situations.

 

God and love make themselves apparent in the unusual expressions of devious manifestations. Who doesn't have a bit of fool in them and make mistakes? We should be open-minded and forgive peoples faults, otherwise how can we expect God to forgive us our trespasses? If we are struck by a crazy urge and act ridiculous, as long as we have heart and are not hurting anyone, it should be OK on occasion. Do we always have to be totally proper and conformist?

 

Sometimes foolishness shows us a way to greater wisdom. I bank on God having a special place in his heart for fools with heart.

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Never sure I had an answer; I pursued my fascinations, often at great risk. Luck was on my side and it wasn't exaggerated pride. It was self confidence that gave me courage and crazy energy to think I could pursue my wildest dreams. It wasn't ego that got me very far - ego is for scairdy cats who puff up in safety. I left ego far behind as I merged with infinity. Ego is not ample enough for soulful goals. I had high ideals and didn't let foolishness or fear of failure stop me from trying.

 

That is quite possibly the essence of Stowe. Egotistically and narcissisticly claiming that ego has no part as he merged with infinity while touting his high ideals and lofty goals. What a completely self centered douche bag.

 

Excuse me, I need to go vomit.

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You have a pretty strange definition of "adventure", Mikey. Just sayin' there's an obvious trend there, and it makes one wonder how such a "calm, chill dude" can possibly incite that violent anger in so many women. Of course you could just be exaggerating, as you're from the Weed school that bemoaned a top writer missing all the "passion and fire" in the Voyage of the Two-Legged Turtle story. :lol:

 

Think of it like this ...

 

Someone who lacks emotional development has a horrible boss, or gets a speeding ticket, or gets mugged at knifepoint on the G-train. These things make that person angry.

 

Does that person then turn around and take out their anger on their boss, or on the traffic cop or on the mugger? No, they go home with their head held low and then kick their Golden Retriever. The Retriever is the only safe place in that person's life to direct their anger.

 

There are dogs out there with strong guts who understand this process fully, and are fully willing to trade a few kicks now and then from their emotionally-disjointed masters in exchange for prime cuts of meat and unlimited Frisbee time.

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[There are dogs out there with strong guts who understand this process fully, and are fully willing to trade a few kicks now and then from their emotionally-disjointed masters in exchange for prime cuts of meat and unlimited Frisbee time.

 

really? please let me know the address of these dogs so i can report the owners to animal control for abuse and have the dogs rehomed.

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Small low pressure system system might be developing off the African coast in Weedo's area tomorrow.

 

Might have to reduce sail. Oops, forgot he hasn't had sails up for weeksrte-email-button.png.

 

Never mind.

A MET595 update would be fantastic! Is Born2Sail out there somewhere?!?

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You have a pretty strange definition of "adventure", Mikey. Just sayin' there's an obvious trend there, and it makes one wonder how such a "calm, chill dude" can possibly incite that violent anger in so many women. Of course you could just be exaggerating, as you're from the Weed school that bemoaned a top writer missing all the "passion and fire" in the Voyage of the Two-Legged Turtle story. :lol:

 

Think of it like this ...

 

Someone who lacks emotional development has a horrible boss, or gets a speeding ticket, or gets mugged at knifepoint on the G-train. These things make that person angry.

 

Does that person then turn around and take out their anger on their boss, or on the traffic cop or on the mugger? No, they go home with their head held low and then kick their Golden Retriever. The Retriever is the only safe place in that person's life to direct their anger.

 

There are dogs out there with strong guts who understand this process fully, and are fully willing to trade a few kicks now and then from their emotionally-disjointed masters in exchange for prime cuts of meat and unlimited Frisbee time.

 

SO, as of now we have gleaned that the Great Wofsey is used to women hurling objects at his head - interesting that their choice was a phone, as if their confidence that merely throwing the phone would resolve the issue. Lovely... Most women would view the phone and 911 as a means of getting away from a creep or a creepy situation. We've heard little tidbits about the wife before, now we have an equally challenging to comprehend dog story/analogy? Dude, all kidding aside - you need to go sailing! N 29*53.132 W 081*19.364 - I'll spot you...

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gets mugged at knifepoint on the G-train.

Who the hell still rides the G-train these days? That's the suckiest train that ever sucked.

 

It's a pretty bad train, the only one in the system that doesn't go through Manhattan. But for folks who live in Bed Stuy, etc., it's pretty much the only game in town.

 

I got into it with a guy on the G-Train many years ago ... it was like the Wild West, you just have to hope he's not packing iron, deflect the punches, don't make him angrier by punching back and just deal with it until your stop.

 

It's fairly convenient for when kayaking though, one of the stations is very close to the water near Red Hook, and the cars are usually pretty empty so nobody cares when you bring a kayak on with you.

 

Anyway, the poverty-class people that have to take the G-Train don't like it any better than you, trust me.

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really? please let me know the address of these dogs so i can report the owners to animal control for abuse and have the dogs rehomed.

 

 

4512 Lincoln Avenue, Chicago IL

 

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SO, as of now we have gleaned that the Great Wofsey is used to women hurling objects at his head - interesting that their choice was a phone, as if their confidence that merely throwing the phone would resolve the issue. Lovely... Most women would view the phone and 911 as a means of getting away from a creep or a creepy situation. We've heard little tidbits about the wife before, now we have an equally challenging to comprehend dog story/analogy? Dude, all kidding aside - you need to go sailing! N 29*53.132 W 081*19.364 - I'll spot you...

 

No sailing, I'm landlocked and I'm chained to a bunch of desalination stuff that has to hit the market asap. Unlike you, I haven't made my fortune yet. But when I do, I'm going to buy a Macgregor 26 and rerig it with all the best stuff and stealth all the SA'ers.

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SO, as of now we have gleaned that the Great Wofsey is used to women hurling objects at his head - interesting that their choice was a phone, as if their confidence that merely throwing the phone would resolve the issue. Lovely... Most women would view the phone and 911 as a means of getting away from a creep or a creepy situation. We've heard little tidbits about the wife before, now we have an equally challenging to comprehend dog story/analogy? Dude, all kidding aside - you need to go sailing! N 29*53.132 W 081*19.364 - I'll spot you...

 

No sailing, I'm landlocked and I'm chained to a bunch of desalination stuff that has to hit the market asap. Unlike you, I haven't made my fortune yet. But when I do, I'm going to buy a Macgregor 26 and rerig it with all the best stuff and stealth all the SA'ers.

When you are ready, I will be waiting.....................Pinks?

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Hey Cliffie. By the time phone number 3 got launched in your direction you should have been looking into the mirror to determine what the problem is. And I can tell you its not an over abundance of calm and chill.

 

Don't need a mirror for that boyo ... I prefer women with violent tempers. And since I'm calm and chill, they can fully lose their minds without worrying about me doing anything back to them.

 

Ah, the danger and beauty of a lethally dangerous woman ...

 

siberian-tiger-0010.jpg

 

You like it when they crack the whip and teach you the meaning of love and respect.

 

To each his own, just don't forget the safe word.

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You have a pretty strange definition of "adventure", Mikey. Just sayin' there's an obvious trend there, and it makes one wonder how such a "calm, chill dude" can possibly incite that violent anger in so many women. Of course you could just be exaggerating, as you're from the Weed school that bemoaned a top writer missing all the "passion and fire" in the Voyage of the Two-Legged Turtle story. :lol:

 

Think of it like this ...

 

Someone who lacks emotional development has a horrible boss, or gets a speeding ticket, or gets mugged at knifepoint on the G-train. These things make that person angry.

 

Does that person then turn around and take out their anger on their boss, or on the traffic cop or on the mugger? No, they go home with their head held low and then kick their Golden Retriever. The Retriever is the only safe place in that person's life to direct their anger.

 

There are dogs out there with strong guts who understand this process fully, and are fully willing to trade a few kicks now and then from their emotionally-disjointed masters in exchange for prime cuts of meat and unlimited Frisbee time.

I have to tell you. I have had some wonderful meals cooked for me and I have had some fantastic sex in my life. There is not a meal good enough and sex so fantastic (I assume frisbee time to be a euphemism for sex) that I would be willing to be the whipping boy for.

 

Why would you want to be involved with someone who lacks emotional development? I don't get it.

 

Frankly I can't imagine a woman would have much respect for a man who is willing to trade his dignity for favors.

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gets mugged at knifepoint on the G-train.

Who the hell still rides the G-train these days? That's the suckiest train that ever sucked.

 

It's a pretty bad train, the only one in the system that doesn't go through Manhattan. But for folks who live in Bed Stuy, etc., it's pretty much the only game in town.

 

I got into it with a guy on the G-Train many years ago ... it was like the Wild West, you just have to hope he's not packing iron, deflect the punches, don't make him angrier by punching back and just deal with it until your stop.

 

It's fairly convenient for when kayaking though, one of the stations is very close to the water near Red Hook, and the cars are usually pretty empty so nobody cares when you bring a kayak on with you.

 

Anyway, the poverty-class people that have to take the G-Train don't like it any better than you, trust me.

 

Honestly Mike. I have had a bit of fun messing around with you, but over all I had a fairly positive image of you. But dude, going through life as a punching bag because you are afraid of angering someone by defending yourself, is no way to go through life. The next time some guy punches you on the G-train, you need to drill that cocksucker right in the mouth. That's how you deal with it. Think WWBGD. What Would Bernie Getz Do.

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Never sure I had an answer; I pursued my fascinations, often at great risk. Luck was on my side and it wasn't exaggerated pride. It was self confidence that gave me courage and crazy energy to think I could pursue my wildest dreams. It wasn't ego that got me very far - ego is for scairdy cats who puff up in safety. I left ego far behind as I merged with infinity. Ego is not ample enough for soulful goals. I had high ideals and didn't let foolishness or fear of failure stop me from trying.

 

That is quite possibly the essence of Stowe. Egotistically and narcissisticly claiming that ego has no part as he merged with infinity while touting his high ideals and lofty goals. What a completely self centered douche bag.

 

Excuse me, I need to go vomit.

 

Very well put Barley. Has this been about anything but Reid's ego? All you have to do is look at any handful of his posts at random and it is obvious.

 

God and love make themselves apparent in the unusual expressions of devious manifestations. Who doesn't have a bit of fool in them and make mistakes? We should be open-minded and forgive peoples faults, otherwise how can we expect God to forgive us our trespasses? If we are struck by a crazy urge and act ridiculous, as long as we have heart and are not hurting anyone, it should be OK on occasion. Do we always have to be totally proper and conformist?

 

Is he prepping his followers for when he admits to his conviction for smuggling 15 tons of dope? That was certainly a mega episode of tomfoolery.

 

So if people don't forgive Reid for his foolish "mistakes", God won't forgive them? Again, no ego here, he's interpreting scripture.

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I have to tell you. I have had some wonderful meals cooked for me and I have had some fantastic sex in my life. There is not a meal good enough and sex so fantastic (I assume frisbee time to be a euphemism for sex) that I would be willing to be the whipping boy for.

 

Where did you get "whipping boy"? I'm talking about pyrotechnics.

 

Why would you want to be involved with someone who lacks emotional development? I don't get it.

 

It's a matter of taste. Some people want a heavy cruiser, others want to kite board. A relationship based on trust and commitment between two emotionally-stable people is fine I guess, for people who are fascinated by a cold pool of spit.

 

Frankly I can't imagine a woman would have much respect for a man who is willing to trade his dignity for favors.

 

Dignity? What married man has any dignity left? It's like assuming there is still something in the bottle at a convention of winos. How long have you been married?

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Honestly Mike. I have had a bit of fun messing around with you, but over all I had a fairly positive image of you. But dude, going through life as a punching bag because you are afraid of angering someone by defending yourself, is no way to go through life. The next time some guy punches you on the G-train, you need to drill that cocksucker right in the mouth. That's how you deal with it. Think WWBGD. What Would Bernie Getz Do.

 

Easy to say, but the situation doesn't always call for that.

 

I was able to block his punches easily, and what would happen if I followed through with the Lop Sao and hinged into hammer-fist to the face?

 

1) Broken nose on a skinny, half-homeless man on the G-train,

2) Possible gun or knife in his coat,

3) Newly angry, skinny, half-homeless man on the G-train.

 

Anyway, he punched like a little girl ... what's the point of going ballistic on someone like that? One of the first things a good Wing Chun teacher does for his students is to throw hundreds of punches and let the students block them until the bones calcifylike iron. There is enough misery in the world without adding to it for the sake of ego.

 

What would REID do? Would Reid beat up some guy on the G-Train? Would Reid disdain a potential relationship with a woman just because she has a firey temper? After all, isn't that what all of us on the 1000 Days Forum should ask ourselves before every action? "What would Reid do?"

 

I just asked myself that simple question and now I see the light. I am going to jump on my bicycle and go home and have some cheese.

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I have to tell you. I have had some wonderful meals cooked for me and I have had some fantastic sex in my life. There is not a meal good enough and sex so fantastic (I assume frisbee time to be a euphemism for sex) that I would be willing to be the whipping boy for.

 

Where did you get "whipping boy"? I'm talking about pyrotechnics.

 

Build a man a fire and he will be warm for the night. Set a man on fire and he will be warm the rest of his life.

 

Why would you want to be involved with someone who lacks emotional development? I don't get it.

 

It's a matter of taste. Some people want a heavy cruiser, others want to kite board. A relationship based on trust and commitment between two emotionally-stable people is fine I guess, for people who are fascinated by a cold pool of spit.

 

Keep telling yourself that, if it makes it easier to take that is.

 

Frankly I can't imagine a woman would have much respect for a man who is willing to trade his dignity for favors.

 

Dignity? What married man has any dignity left? It's like assuming there is still something in the bottle at a convention of winos. How long have you been married?

 

Married 20+ years and I have all of my dignity. In fact I would say my self esteem has grown with marriage.

 

Of course if you find destructive women, then you never have to look inside yourself when the relationship falls apart. Its obvious to everyone that she is bat shit crazy, so it can never be my fault.

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Honestly Mike. I have had a bit of fun messing around with you, but over all I had a fairly positive image of you. But dude, going through life as a punching bag because you are afraid of angering someone by defending yourself, is no way to go through life. The next time some guy punches you on the G-train, you need to drill that cocksucker right in the mouth. That's how you deal with it. Think WWBGD. What Would Bernie Getz Do.

 

Easy to say, but the situation doesn't always call for that.

 

I was able to block his punches easily, and what would happen if I followed through with the Lop Sao and hinged into hammer-fist to the face?

 

1) Broken nose on a skinny, half-homeless man on the G-train,

2) Possible gun or knife in his coat,

3) Newly angry, skinny, half-homeless man on the G-train.

 

Anyway, he punched like a little girl ... what's the point of going ballistic on someone like that? One of the first things a good Wing Chun teacher does for his students is to throw hundreds of punches and let the students block them until the bones calcifylike iron. There is enough misery in the world without adding to it for the sake of ego.

 

What would REID do? Would Reid beat up some guy on the G-Train? Would Reid disdain a potential relationship with a woman just because she has a firey temper? After all, isn't that what all of us on the 1000 Days Forum should ask ourselves before every action? "What would Reid do?"

 

I just asked myself that simple question and now I see the light. I am going to jump on my bicycle and go home and have some cheese.

Defending ones self is not the same as stroking your ego. I don't advicate going out and starting shit with strangers. In fact I believe in walking away from assholes like this. But once someone starts to throw punches at me, I am not going to stand around and pretend I am the Karate kid and Wax on and Wax off for the rest of my ride. If a whack job like that starts in on you, he does not have a knife or gun, otherwise it would already be out and being used.

 

And a woman who throws things at you does not have a fiery temper, she is a domestic abuser. She has mental issues. Don't be a victim and then say it just makes life more exciting. Life is real exciting when it escalates and she is boiling a pet on the stove. There are plenty of passionate woman out there who do not have a violent streak.

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Married 20+ years and I have all of my dignity. In fact I would say my self esteem has grown with marriage.

 

I know people with marriages like yours, they are all from emotionally stable backgrounds, and those marriages work for them. But for the rest of humanity, we have found it possible to have our modicum of happiness in our emotionally-disjointed lives.

 

If only stable, mature people such as yourself married and procreated, humans would go extinct.

 

Of course if you find destructive women, then you never have to look inside yourself when the relationship falls apart. Its obvious to everyone that she is bat shit crazy, so it can never be my fault.

 

Only an idiot believes that he has the ability to choose his wife. My marriage to a "bat shit crazy" wife was pure destiny and I'll love her forever. Bat shit crazy is highly undervalued in today's streamlined society.

 

By the way, I should try to post a wedding picture, we were married at Pier 63, I think you can see Reid's schooner in the background.

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throw punches at me, I am not going to stand around and pretend I am the Karate kid and Wax on and Wax off for the rest of my ride. If a whack job like that starts in on you, he does not have a knife or gun, otherwise it would already be out and being used.

 

If you're not in any immediate threat and the punches are thrown with all of the skill and force of a Nerf Blaster, what possible reason could there be to return fire if not pure ego?

 

And a woman who throws things at you does not have a fiery temper, she is a domestic abuser. She has mental issues. Don't be a victim and then say it just makes life more exciting. Life is real exciting when it escalates and she is boiling a pet on the stove. There are plenty of passionate woman out there who do not have a violent streak.

 

I can only think of one ...

 

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And a woman who throws things at you does not have a fiery temper, she is a domestic abuser. She has mental issues. Don't be a victim and then say it just makes life more exciting. Life is real exciting when it escalates and she is boiling a pet on the stove. There are plenty of passionate woman out there who do not have a violent streak.

 

 

 

The common denominators here are MIKEY and things thrown. I think you'd do better to consider how such a "calm, chill guy" could have this happen over and over with so many women unless he's somehow inciting inviting it. Methinks there's a whole lot more to the story, CB......

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Married 20+ years and I have all of my dignity. In fact I would say my self esteem has grown with marriage.

 

I know people with marriages like yours, they are all from emotionally stable backgrounds, and those marriages work for them. But for the rest of humanity, we have found it possible to have our modicum of happiness in our emotionally-disjointed lives.

 

If only stable, mature people such as yourself married and procreated, humans would go extinct.

 

Of course if you find destructive women, then you never have to look inside yourself when the relationship falls apart. Its obvious to everyone that she is bat shit crazy, so it can never be my fault.

 

Only an idiot believes that he has the ability to choose his wife. My marriage to a "bat shit crazy" wife was pure destiny and I'll love her forever. Bat shit crazy is highly undervalued in today's streamlined society.

 

By the way, I should try to post a wedding picture, we were married at Pier 63, I think you can see Reid's schooner in the background.

My first wife was the most beautiful women I had ever seen and "bat shit crazy." Life with her was unpredictable, sometimes unpleasant and full of drama. I left the crazy bitch after 4 years.

 

Wife #2 was the most normal person I ever met. We grew up on the same street, she is a Dean at the local University and just to make sure she was normal, we lived together for 4 years before I married her. She turned "bat shit crazy" the day we got back from our honeymoon. After 4 years of drama, I left her.

 

Wife #3 - We have been together 3 years and have never had a fight. Like me, she is a happy easy going person. I love her to death and enjoy every second I spend with her. Life is good.

 

Mike, If your with a "bat shit crazy" wife and you exusted all attempts to rectify the situation (prozac, therapy)

dump the crazy bitch and find somebody who you are happy with 24/7...........trust me I know........you only live once and there is no need to have bad days.

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And a woman who throws things at you does not have a fiery temper, she is a domestic abuser. She has mental issues. Don't be a victim and then say it just makes life more exciting. Life is real exciting when it escalates and she is boiling a pet on the stove. There are plenty of passionate woman out there who do not have a violent streak.

 

 

 

The common denominators here are MIKEY and things thrown. I think you'd do better to consider how such a "calm, chill guy" could have this happen over and over with so many women unless he's somehow inciting inviting it. Methinks there's a whole lot more to the story, CB......

 

One of the first things I told him in this regard was to look in the mirror. You don't have 30 phones thrown at you without causing them to be thrown

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Day 862 Fool of Hearts

 

Tuesday, 01 September 2009

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Day 862 - September 1, 2009

 

Wind WSW 10 knots, Course N, Speed 1 knot, Position 748n by 17825w

 

Fool of Hearts

 

I have been part fool ever since as a teenager. I heard the Beatles song, "Fool on the Hill - day after day, alone on a hill, the fool sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, well on the way, the man of 1000 days, head in a cloud..."

 

Never sure I had an answer; I pursued my fascinations, often at great risk. Luck was on my side and it wasn't exaggerated pride. It was self confidence that gave me courage and crazy energy to think I could pursue my wildest dreams. It wasn't ego that got me very far - ego is for scairdy cats who puff up in safety. I left ego far behind as I merged with infinity. Ego is not ample enough for soulful goals. I had high ideals and didn't let foolishness or fear of failure stop me from trying.

 

In the midst of this chaos great possibilities came into my life. The path of great expectations is not for pragmatists or conservatives. It is for fools with heart who can let their imaginations move to deeper insights, out of the box and sometimes out of bounds. If we are going to be free to be curious about alternatives in life, sometimes we wind up deviated from the normal and often special revelations arrive. Life is twisted too and has a tendency to screw up our expectations and fools with heart can sometimes make the best of these situations.

 

God and love make themselves apparent in the unusual expressions of devious manifestations. Who doesn't have a bit of fool in them and make mistakes? We should be open-minded and forgive peoples faults, otherwise how can we expect God to forgive us our trespasses? If we are struck by a crazy urge and act ridiculous, as long as we have heart and are not hurting anyone, it should be OK on occasion. Do we always have to be totally proper and conformist?

 

Sometimes foolishness shows us a way to greater wisdom. I bank on God having a special place in his heart for fools with heart.

 

From this entry I gather that he carried at least 863 days worth of weed when he departed.

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My first wife was the most beautiful women I had ever seen and "bat shit crazy." Life with her was unpredictable, sometimes unpleasant and full of drama. I left the crazy bitch after 4 years.

 

Wife #2 was the most normal person I ever met. We grew up on the same street, she is a Dean at the local University and just to make sure she was normal, we lived together for 4 years before I married her. She turned "bat shit crazy" the day we got back from our honeymoon. After 4 years of drama, I left her.

 

Wife #3 - We have been together 3 years and have never had a fight. Like me, she is a happy easy going person. I love her to death and enjoy every second I spend with her. Life is good.

 

Hmm, trend developing here. Perhaps all women eventually become seen as "bat shit crazy" by men simply because we don't understand them. If wife #3 turns out to be BSC, will you leave her as well? What's wrong with being married to a BSC wife? Could it be that in fact all of us men are BSC and all the women are normal?

 

Mike, If your with a "bat shit crazy" wife and you exusted all attempts to rectify the situation (prozac, therapy)

dump the crazy bitch and find somebody who you are happy with 24/7...........trust me I know........you only live once and there is no need to have bad days.

 

Prozac? Therapy? What the hell man?

 

First off, who is happy 24/7? I'll tell you who ... idiots and people on Prozac. Life is about experiencing the full range of emotions ... love, hate, joy, misery, boredom, excitement.

 

A strong boat is designed to handle bad storms. Sometimes they sink, most of the time they don't. But what's the point of only sailing on sunny days? You're missing out on the most exciting part of being on the water.

 

Seriously ... think back to all of your years of sailing. Which sails stand out the most? The ones with perfect weather and blue skies and a drink in your hand? Or the one with a stuck halyard and the wind whipping your ass all over the deck, fear slamming through your veins like a speedball in a 43rd Street crackhead?

 

You can keep your happy 24/7, I wouldn't trade what I have for it.

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One of the first things I told him in this regard was to look in the mirror. You don't have 30 phones thrown at you without causing them to be thrown

 

Perhaps it was all due to those damn over-limit charges by AT&T? Perhaps a visceral reaction to the impending death of the land-line? An over-eager attempt to dispose of outdated technology?

 

Just to be clear, the phone-projectile part of my life ended when I met my wife ... she uses those iPhones that costs a bunch and does everything short of ironing your clothing. I don't think she would throw it. My wife owns a yoga studio, she is probably the chillest chick in town most of the time.

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Just a reminder folks, this thread is about 1000 Days TFR, not about Wofsey's neuroses. Don't get sucked into discussing them. He's on ignore but I saw 5 ignored posts in a row from him. Is he talking to himself? Or is he going down the same road to bat shit crazy as our hero?

 

Now back to our regular programming.....

 

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Just a reminder folks, this thread is about 1000 Days TFR, not about Wofsey's neuroses. Don't get sucked into discussing them. He's on ignore but I saw 5 ignored posts in a row from him. Is he talking to himself? Or is he going down the same road to bat shit crazy as our hero?

 

Now back to our regular programming.....

 

dash

 

+1 Same here, he's on ignore but his name pops up one after the other so I presume he managed (again) to put the attention back on him, a smart psychoboy he is

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+1 Same here, he's on ignore but his name pops up one after the other so I presume he managed (again) to put the attention back on him, a smart psychoboy he is

 

Can't take credit for this one trashboy ... I was minding my own business when some folks accused me of deleting my old posts in order to shuffle the order of a picture. The ensuing posts are just followups on those, with the standard 1000 Days meander.

 

The correspondence you're seeing probably has something to do with the fact that there isn't a whole lot of news on the Stowe front, and you obviously haven't contributed anything worthy of discussion.

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Just a reminder folks, this thread is about 1000 Days TFR, not about Wofsey's neuroses. Don't get sucked into discussing them. He's on ignore but I saw 5 ignored posts in a row from him. Is he talking to himself? Or is he going down the same road to bat shit crazy as our hero?

 

Now back to our regular programming.....

 

dash

 

If I'm on ignore, how would you know about "bat shit crazy"? Funny thing about that ignore feature, it only works when you actually activate it.

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"I left ego far behind ...."

 

Key:

 

Blue - About someone other than Reid

Red - About Reid

 

Day 864 - Spetember 3, 2009

 

Wind SW, 20 to 30, Course NNW, Speed 2 to 3 knots, Position 8*15n by 17*30w

 

Solitary Opportunity

 

Sailing in the S. Pacific in 1971 as a teenager, I met 24 year old Dutch sailor Ivo Van Laake. On my first sight of him, he was standing on the very back of his 19-foot plywood sloop, his weight pushing the stern down and the bow up. His curly blond hair and sarong were blowing in the breeze as he played his silver flute.

 

Ivo explained his life and his time with Bernard Moitessier, who had just sailed around the world and a-half alone. Ivo and Bernard were poetic mystical solo sailors: I held them in the highest awe and honor and knew I would have an initiation alone, with no support, only the majestic sea around me. Ivo and I became good friends and a little over a year later he arrived in North Carolina, where I had finished building the catamaran Tantra and we decided to sail to Europe.

 

In Portugal, Ivo went to visit his family, and I made my first solo sail of 12 days from Lisbon to Mogador in South Morocco. I was the only sailor in an ancient fortress harbor and I had grown, my old thoughts of the world were gone. I was searching my soul in solitude to find myself. I entered the solitary state with decision. It was a deepening of spiritual sailing and an invitation to sacred sea pilgrimage.

 

Ivo rejoined me to sail back across the Atlantic and eventually up the Amazon River. We were like two hermits meditating, doing yoga together, lead into solitude by the spirit, not the flesh. Together we searched for God with the most absolute fervor and singleness of heart.

 

Then some years went by, and I sailed the Carib islands alone: and after building the schooner never imagined I would sail solo again. In the extremeness of my longing I realized I had to be prepared and it came to me much to my surprise and dismay, but I made the most of it to the best of my ability. It is my fate for a time to be alone kneeling before the alter at the very edge. I have grown accustomed to the empty vistas of the sea and lived with the omnipresence of God.

I have become one with the daunting abyss, and it is the foundation of my love and sympathy to all.

 

Reid meets a guy on the back of a 19' plywood shitbox who's playing a flute and wearing a dress, and all we get is more crap chronicling Reid's stellar achievements and how God invited Reid to be his friend on Facebook? WTF?

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Yep... Ivan had a 19 ft plywood shitbox, a flute, a dress....... and a girlfriend named Iris that Weed stole away from him and married. There's always THE REST OF THE STORY with Weed.

 

Forgot about Iris. Then there was Allejandro's chiquita.

 

....and Soanya's not the least bit concerned about the Spout Stud's track record in the fidelity sweepstakes.

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Let's just hope this trip pays off for Reid so he can start bringing home the bacon!! :(

Cause throwing money at your kid makes up for the time you don't spend with them?

 

it could be worse. He could be ashore, asking for man massages from school kids, or selling drugs....oh wait, that is what he used to do..... Stay out there Weirdy.

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"I left ego far behind ...."

 

Key:

 

Blue - About someone other than Reid

Red - About Reid

 

Day 864 - Spetember 3, 2009

 

Wind SW, 20 to 30, Course NNW, Speed 2 to 3 knots, Position 8*15n by 17*30w

 

Solitary Opportunity

 

Sailing in the S. Pacific in 1971 as a teenager, I met 24 year old Dutch sailor Ivo Van Laake. On my first sight of him, he was standing on the very back of his 19-foot plywood sloop, his weight pushing the stern down and the bow up. His curly blond hair and sarong were blowing in the breeze as he played his silver flute.

 

Ivo explained his life and his time with Bernard Moitessier, who had just sailed around the world and a-half alone. Ivo and Bernard were poetic mystical solo sailors: I held them in the highest awe and honor and knew I would have an initiation alone, with no support, only the majestic sea around me. Ivo and I became good friends and a little over a year later he arrived in North Carolina, where I had finished building the catamaran Tantra and we decided to sail to Europe.

 

In Portugal, Ivo went to visit his family, and I made my first solo sail of 12 days from Lisbon to Mogador in South Morocco. I was the only sailor in an ancient fortress harbor and I had grown, my old thoughts of the world were gone. I was searching my soul in solitude to find myself. I entered the solitary state with decision. It was a deepening of spiritual sailing and an invitation to sacred sea pilgrimage.

 

Ivo rejoined me to sail back across the Atlantic and eventually up the Amazon River. We were like two hermits meditating, doing yoga together, lead into solitude by the spirit, not the flesh. Together we searched for God DRUGS with the most absolute fervor and singleness of heart.

 

Then some years went by, and I sailed the Carib islands alone: and after building the schooner never imagined I would sail solo again. In the extremeness of my longing I realized I had to be prepared and it came to me much to my surprise and dismay, but I made the most of it to the best of my ability. It is my fate for a time to be alone kneeling before the alter at the very edge. I have grown accustomed to the empty vistas of the sea and lived with the omnipresence of GodDRUGS.

I have become one with the daunting abyss, and it is the foundation of my love and sympathy to all.

 

Reid meets a guy on the back of a 19' plywood shitbox who's playing a flute and wearing a dress, and all we get is more crap chronicling Reid's stellar achievements and how God invited Reid to be his friend on Facebook? WTF?

 

There, fixed it for you, RD. ;)

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Nice shots of the helm. That's total Reid land in there. Very cool. :huh:

 

 

Which proves again you don't know what you're looking at. Which is just about the world's worst helm station.

 

Slightly Salty must refer to your Big Mac preference.

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Nice shots of the helm. That's total Reid land in there. Very cool. :huh:

 

 

Which proves again you don't know what you're looking at. Which is just about the world's worst helm station.

 

Slightly Salty must refer to your Big Mac preference.

Worst visibility I have ever seen in a helm station, no wonder Reid hit the ship.

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flashback: old press release

ok, familiar bullshit:

A Preview of the first 200 days at Sea

For the first 7 months (~210 days), Reid plans to sail south and live life near the equator. He will sail the outline of a giant HEART - "Heart on the Sea" - to set the stage for the first circumnavigation. The world can visit www.1000days.net and follow the voyage from weekly ship logs and picture snippets to position tracking maps, weather charts and phone conversations. Come visit the website to visualize life out on the sea in the Schooner Anne.

huh?

Around month 8, Schooner Anne will make a pass near Terra Firma. Not close enough to see land but close enough for a small group of friends to sail out to meet the Schooner Anne on blue water. Natal or Recife Brazil (East coast of Brazil) is the target for the first of 3 rendezvous. The “ground team” will sail alongside, make some music and live alongside the adventure for a time and then we will returning to land with the first installment of art, video tapes and music created on the high sea.

one more captain hero photo, this one is fancy (wait 2 seconds)

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Nice shots of the helm. That's total Reid land in there. Very cool. :huh:

 

 

Which proves again you don't know what you're looking at. Which is just about the world's worst helm station.

 

Slightly Salty must refer to your Big Mac preference.

Worst visibility I have ever seen in a helm station, no wonder Reid hit the ship.

 

I think you guys are forgetting that he has a clear "dome" that he can poke his head up through and get a 360 degree view and see the moon. :huh:

It looks safe and comfortable in there and I'm sure with all the carvings and love he put into it he gets a lot of enjoyment from that space. That's the sign of a good helm station if you going to be out for an extended time period.....LIKE MAYBE a 1000 DAYS!!! It's got to feel good in there, that's #1. :wub:B)

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Nice shots of the helm. That's total Reid land in there. Very cool. :huh:

 

 

Which proves again you don't know what you're looking at. Which is just about the world's worst helm station.

 

Slightly Salty must refer to your Big Mac preference.

Worst visibility I have ever seen in a helm station, no wonder Reid hit the ship.

 

I think you guys are forgetting that he has a clear "dome" that he can poke his head up through and get a 360 degree view and see the moon. :huh:

It looks safe and comfortable in there and I'm sure with all the carvings and love he put into it he gets a lot of enjoyment from that space. That's the sign of a good helm station if you going to be out for an extended time period.....LIKE MAYBE a 1000 DAYS!!! It's got to feel good in there, that's #1. :wub: B)

eeeeuuuuwww! :blink:

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