Category Archives: Personal Rambling

I’ve heard of rats on a ship, but a bunny seemed out of place.

We’ve seen a number of ships go by today. Quite a busy highway, this great Columbia River of ours. You can see them in the distance out beyond the bridge, parked, I assume, waiting for their turn or their Pilot.

At a certain point today they all went from facing down-stream to facing up-stream. Were were in an antique shop at the time, and so I don’t know if they were powered into a new position, or are simply acting as weather-vanes for the current. Something to investigate.

As an aside, the Astoria post office doesn’t have an automatic terminal, and so there appears to be nowhere in town to buy a stamp on a weekend. Ah, that authentic small-town feel.

Fellow 99% Invisible listeners, and my grandmother, would be proud to know that I scoured the area looking for a plaque to describe this thing.

Finding none, I was disappointed to never be able to know. There isn’t even something describing what used to be here.

Julian decided that it’s purpose was obvious: a fish-gut cannon, (correction: “pump”) which would take the unused parts of the fish and launch them back into the ocean in a fire-boat-like stream. (with a sound that is both wet and fleshy at the same time)

This seems unlikely.

Brian then accused me of not knowing how to take “correct” picture, so here is a landscape aligned photo to please him:

A far less interesting framing, I say.

Good morning, welcome to lovely Astoria Oregon. Slightly more Pixelated than I remember.

OH wait, we found the real version of the virtual view. Looks normal.

I woke up this morning, looked at my phone, which told me that it was 2:07pm. That seemed startling, but in the dark room with no other timekeeping device I decided to open the curtains and look out the virtual window. I was pleasantly surprised to see a sunrise. Amazing how much my brain instantly trusted that virtual view.

Bev’s discovered a soft serve machine. Apparently I am bad at dispensing soft serve. The entire discussion, quickly summarized, in her exact words: “yours looks like poop.” In the background, classing up this strange discussion, is the southern tip of Whitby Island

That’s right, a virtual balcony! Complete with curtains when you don’t want the light bothering you. (no, there’s no switch or controls, it’s just a big monitor for a camera outside.) Feeling fancy!

Back at storyville. I wish we had one of these in Portland. 

It’s not vacation if you’re responding to emails… 

Says the guy who brought his laptop so he could work… (I’m self-employed, it’s different…. Right?) 

Not even on the train for 5 minutes and she’s already consulting the directions for a new stitchy…

The train rolls northward! 

Found dole whip outside of Hawaii or Disney! And some amazing Poké too!

A valuable way to kill time before our train home.