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Click here to e-mail the Surfblogger. | 01/14/10
I really would like to go surfing. I’m not shirking, I swear it. Water temperature around 48 degrees and air temperature hovering near 30 have nothing to do with it. Sure, it’s dark as Mordor by the time I leave the office, but I have one of those headband flashlights hanging in the garage. That would probably work. And the fact that it’s been practically flat for a couple of weeks isn’t a barrier, is it? After all, we live where it’s always flat, so I surf when there’s no surf all the time.
I think it must be my diet. Mrs. Blog has me eating oatmeal for breakfast now. That’s the only change I can think of. So it’s her fault I haven’t been surfing in weeks. This stupid oatmeal must have propelled me into a parallel universe. Bet there’s a Surfblogger in the other universe eating something yummy for breakfast, like Skoogie dogs all the way, and paddling out into crispy perfection.
So instead of doing something useful, like surfing or talking story with the bruddas on the dunes, I’m hanging out at the house watching the water in the birdbaths freeze. And hanging out at the house can be dangerous. Because, being a surfer, I pretty much assume everything is groovy unless I hear otherwise. So I’m reading stuff on the Web, and lo and behold, it turns out that the bad guys over in Iraq or wherever have been able to intercept the video feeds from our Predator drones for years.
Now I’m hacked off. Not just because of the military implications, but because I’ve been counting on this technology being transferred to the public sector. I’ve been waiting on my own Predator drone for years, and this has got to be some kind of setback. I’ve pretty much been planning to just sit around in the morning with a cup of coffee and get a real accurate surf check going by sending my drone on a low-level mission over the lineup. And maybe, if the waves are good and it happens to be the morning of an ESA contest, I’d take another sip of coffee, toggle the old joystick and blow up Rick Anson’s surfboard quiver with a Hellfire missile so he couldn’t kick my butt so badly in our heat.
Plus, think of the domestic applications. I could hover that bad boy over Mrs. Blog’s shopping expeditions and use the high-res cameras to see what she was buying, so when she came home and asked the dreaded “How do I look in this?” question, I would be prepared with an answer that has a decent survivability ratio. Because the current two answers I have been using, “yes” or “no,” don’t seem to work so good — I discarded “maybe” years ago because that seemed to make things worse. Military technology must surely provide a better solution.
As for the surf forecast, it looks like we will get some kind of rough SSW swell on Sunday, with a possible cleanup day on Monday being the most rideable. So, unless you are going to make up some excuse for missing work, I’d suggest you put fresh batteries in your headband flashlight.
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Click here to e-mail the Surfblogger. | 01/14/10 I really would like to go surfing. I’m not shirking, I swear it. Water temperature around 48 degrees and air temperature hovering near 30 have nothing to do with it. Sure, it’s dark as Mordor by the time I leave the office, but I have one of those headband flashlights hanging in the garage. That would probably work. And the fact that it’s been practically flat for a couple of weeks isn’t a barrier, is it? After all, we live where it’s always flat, so I surf when there’s no surf all the time. I think it must be my diet. Mrs. Blog has me eating oatmeal for breakfast now. That’s the only change I can think of. So it’s her fault I haven’t been surfing in weeks. This stupid oatmeal must have propelled me into a parallel universe. Bet there’s a Surfblogger in the other universe eating something yummy for breakfast, like Skoogie dogs all the way, and paddling out into crispy perfection. So instead of doing something useful, like surfing or talking story with the bruddas on the dunes, I’m hanging out at the house watching the water in the birdbaths freeze. And hanging out at the house can be dangerous. Because, being a surfer, I pretty much assume everything is groovy unless I hear otherwise. So I’m reading stuff on the Web, and lo and behold, it turns out that the bad guys over in Iraq or wherever have been able to intercept the video feeds from our Predator drones for years. Now I’m hacked off. Not just because of the military implications, but because I’ve been counting on this technology being transferred to the public sector. I’ve been waiting on my own Predator drone for years, and this has got to be some kind of setback. I’ve pretty much been planning to just sit around in the morning with a cup of coffee and get a real accurate surf check going by sending my drone on a low-level mission over the lineup. And maybe, if the waves are good and it happens to be the morning of an ESA contest, I’d take another sip of coffee, toggle the old joystick and blow up Rick Anson’s surfboard quiver with a Hellfire missile so he couldn’t kick my butt so badly in our heat. Plus, think of the domestic applications. I could hover that bad boy over Mrs. Blog’s shopping expeditions and use the high-res cameras to see what she was buying, so when she came home and asked the dreaded “How do I look in this?” question, I would be prepared with an answer that has a decent survivability ratio. Because the current two answers I have been using, “yes” or “no,” don’t seem to work so good — I discarded “maybe” years ago because that seemed to make things worse. Military technology must surely provide a better solution. As for the surf forecast, it looks like we will get some kind of rough SSW swell on Sunday, with a possible cleanup day on Monday being the most rideable. So, unless you are going to make up some excuse for missing work, I’d suggest you put fresh batteries in your headband flashlight.
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