Shivering on the 49th Parallel
Wednesday, 20 February 2008
The first rule of Bartender Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. (Wronnnnng... get the word out! Advertising on Facebook is OK though) The second rule of Bartender Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Bartender Fight Club. See First Rule Third rule of Bartender Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Sounds like a pretty good rule to me... someone should have let that ref know about the third rule for Steve Chapman's fight. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. It's only fair... Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Try not to have too long of a gap between them though Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Cups, mouthguards and shinguards are required though. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. ...or three rounds, whichever comes first. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight. And fight they did. Holy shit did they ever fight.
Wednesday, 20 February 2008 20:17:21 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00) | Comments [0] | Cayman | Sports#
Friday, 15 February 2008
Not just Queen lyrics anymore!

I just checked my work permit application online (or rather HR did) and my permit has been approved! Hooray!

While the start date is Nov 30th, 2007, the day after my last permit expired, the expiry date is August 27th, 2008.

That's not quite a full year, you say? You're right!

August 27th, 2001 was the date that I stepped off the plane when I moved back here from Texas. If you do the math, you'll see that it's exactly seven years.

That's right, seven years. My time in the Cayman Islands is up. Regardless of what my employer wants or would like to do, Immigration will not grant me a "Gainful Occupation License" or GOL past that seven year date.

I'll be getting a letter in the mail shortly officially kicking me out of the country.

I, uh, well I can't really think of anything else to say just yet, but I'll post more in the coming weeks/months about it as my countdown continues.

Friday, 15 February 2008 11:07:21 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00) | Comments [5] | Cayman | Rants#
Thursday, 14 February 2008
Time to start spreading the gospel about the new holiday on March 14th.

You know the drill. Every 14th of February you get the chance to display your fondness for a significant other by showering her with gifts, flowers, dinner, shows and any other baubles that women find romantic. Every Valentines day you rack your brains for that one special, unique gift that will show your wife or girlfriend that you really do care for them more than any other. Now ladies, I'll let you in on a little secret; guys really don't enjoy this that much. Sure seeing that smile on your face when we get it right is priceless, but that smile is the result of weeks of blood, sweat and consideration. Another secret; guys feel left out. That's right, there's no special holiday for the ladies to show their appreciation for the men in their life. Men as a whole are either too proud or too embarrassed to admit it.

Which is why a new holiday has been created.


Steak and BJ Day

Link to them, send links and e-cards from there... do your part to help spread the word and get March 14th added to calendars everywhere!
Thursday, 14 February 2008 09:25:22 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00) | Comments [0] | Links#
After the semi-traumatic experience Monday night, seeing so much blood released from my face, I took things a little slower and more cautiously last night after going for a run and showering.
Same prep, same cream, same hot water, same razor... lighter hand.
I took the "instructions" with a grain of salt (get it? grain? ok you will in a minute). The article I read on a forum said to go from top to bottom, two passes for two weeks to let your skin get used to the much sharper razor. I did exactly that against my better judgement, knowing that my beard grows in the opposite direction at the bottom of my neck. I went top to bottom and that area--which grows upwards-- was shaved against the grain. Ouch. that was where all the little spots of blood were on Monday night. Last night I went top to bottom until about 2/3 down my neck, at which point I stopped and went the other way. Perfect. Almost.

Sure there were a couple little teeny spots of blood on my neck still, but nothing that required any styptic gel or TP or anything like that. When I was done, the shave was a lot closer than it was on Monday night as well, but without the red burning itch that accompanied pressing too hard with the blade. I'm still not as close as I get using a Mach3 (which having three blades is like shaving three passes with a single blade) but it's just a little practice away.

Thursday, 14 February 2008 09:22:47 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00) | Comments [0] | Misc#
After all the posturing and bellowing rhetoric about the apartment and couch, the landlady emailed me the other day and was "pleased with the appearance of the apartment, especially compared to the last time I saw it" and got an estimate for $350 to fix/recover the sofa. We had a guy come give an estimate at $300 last month before we moved out.
Sure it should have been "wear and tear", the key word being tear, but we aren't really in any position to argue about it. There's no laws down here keeping landlords from being total douchebags and small-claims court exists but takes forever.. in the meantime she's holding on to the deposit.
The next paragraph she wrote "I don't want to be the typical mean x-landlady, so if you want to meet up later this week, we can exchange keys for the remainder of the deposit".
WTF? Who are you and what did you do with the landlord who I was dealing with last month?! I had already made a decision in my head when I got back from Miami last week that if she wanted to charge us more than $400, then I was going straight to the courthouse to open a case in small claims court. Since this was under it, I wrote her back right away saying sure that's fine, let's get it done (and put it all behind us).
I'm hoping to meet up with her today and do that, then pop by the water company and pay last month's bill and have my name taken off her account and put on to the new account and then we're done.
Even John was shocked when I told him about it that night... "just do it, man let's put it behind us!" which made me laugh because that was exactly my thought.

Thursday, 14 February 2008 09:15:01 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00) | Comments [0] | Cayman | Misc#
Monday, 11 February 2008

After dogging it for the last ten days and not running, I busted into Week 6 tonight with two laps around Snug harbor for a grand total (including extended walking cool down because I misjudged the length of the street) of 3.2 miles.

I came home, stretched out, relaxed for a few minutes and then hopped in the shower to prep for a shave... it's been two days. I brought back some double edged  (DE) razors from Miami to give it a try. I used it Saturday evening after reading a few forum posts around about how to (and how not to) do it. Above all, they all urged restraint. Do two passes, from north to south for two weeks to give your skin some time to adjust to the difference. Saturday night went ok. A few hours after shaving I felt a slight irritation around my collar, but that was it. Frankly I was expecting it, since that area gets pretty tender after a shave at the barber with a straight razor. I left it yesterday and this morning and planned to do it tonight when I wasn't rushed.

I have this little bump on my lip, just under my nose on the right side of my face. Not sure what it is, a mole or something, maybe a wart, I don't know, but it's been there for a few years. I sliced it right off tonight.

It didn't hurt, didn't sting, but I knew I had done something wrong. The angle was wrong, and it's kind of a tricky area there under the nose, but by the time I realized what I had done, it was too late... BA-WOOSH. Blood everywhere. Blood is really really red... especially when it's running through pure white shave foam on your face and dripping down into the sink and landing on top of more bits and bobs of white shave foam. Ay carumba. In my haste to finish quickly and take care of the cut, I did the ultimate wrong thing: I used more pressure than just the weight of the razor. I can feel my cheeks and neck tingling now, and it's going to turn to burning by the time I finish posting this and get back in there for some aloe or something. :)

Fortunately I had a little tube of Proraso something or other that I couldn't read and correctly assumed was some kind of styptic gel. DAMN does that stuff work and work quick! I think I better keep it handy for Wednesday night!

Monday, 11 February 2008 16:18:30 (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00) | Comments [2] | Misc#
Saturday, 02 February 2008
Nothing sucks quite as hard as having to move... I suppose the blessing in Cayman is that 99% of rentals are furnished so you don't have to rent a truck and move all that heavy shit around. Still, all that packing and unpacking is a pain in the arse.
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