Ugly Spanish
Fish Day!!!!




To the left, you see the beautiful Moray Eel. This thing scared the crap out of me as I was just enjoying a lovely dive. In my mind, it made a wookie noise as it peeked out from the crevice...but in reality, it said nothing. To the right, you see our mascot of the day, Senior Ugly. Senior Ugly is a grouper, I believe. He is large and grey and likes to sing along to Ray Charles' music (God rest his soul). He eats mostly Moray Eels...no, not really.

On my beautiful dive, I also encountered another common sea creature, Seniorita Puke. I dove with a new Spanish friend who got sea sick while under the water. This is a common occurance, and if this should happen to you, the correct procedure is to vomit right into your respirator...yeah, that's right. Unfortunately, my friend did not believe me that the respirator would suck the undigestables away and decided to take out her mouthpiece and spew into the sea directly. She nearly choked to death and I had to revive her with a big, phat slap on the back of her head and the phrase, "You dumbass!" Which I explained meant, "Are you okay?" in English.

Just a message for anyone trying to email me...Yahoo sucketh on the Westender...for some reason, it kicks us off every time we try to use it. So there is no email. Don't take it as a cold hard dis, yo (say that really whitebread like and you'll sound just like me.)

Speaking of whitebread, two things: 1. I'm pissed that Wonderbread sold out and makes Wonder white wheat...what the **** is up with that? It tastes like someone made a Fiber One sandwich out of my white bread. 2. The show "Black/White." To the white guy, I say, "You are an ignorant SOB" and to the black woman, I say, "You think all white people knit and scrapbook? Are you kidding me?" And to Devon (my shipmate), I say, "You would make a really strange looking white man."

Happy no laboring immigrants day! Man, that must suck for rich white people...

Spain is really neat. Anyone out there live in Spain? Well, if you do, you know it's neat.

Okay, important Immortals question here...This, of course, came up when Chau and I were drinking heavily in the engine room...we call it extreme engineering.

Anyway, an immortal needs to have his head cut off to die...but at what point is his head cut off? I mean, if the immortal, say, fell into a large spinning fan with sharp blades (seen in the movie, Daylight...horrible movie, by the way) and the immortal was chopped into pieces, but his head was still attached to his shoulders, would he die?
   
If he didn't die, he would just be a head and shoulders until someone killed him...or would all of his parts be drawn back to him like the evil guy in Terminator 2?  And what of his quickening if he dies by accident? Who gets it?

By the way, don't drink in the engine room.

Okay, I've been asked for a little more explanation about where exactly we are. We sort of cheated in France. We left the Westender and took a bus up to Paris...long ride! Then we took several tours of several museums. I had to keep reminding my buddies that although I'm Canadian, I don't speak French very coherently...sure, I know plenty of words...I just don't put them in any particular order.
Anyway, we're just coming up to Port Bou (which is the picture you see) on the Spain/France border...so that means that our trip through France is now merging into a trip through Spain...which I am very excited about. Spain is very beautiful and often gets left off most peoples' Euro-tour routes...shame shame.