Sunday, April 26, 2009

I dropped

a comment on Glen588 the other night. Seems like the Saipan blogs have dried up (all due respect to the Saipan Writer, Kelli, Deece, Boni, Wayne, Angelo, and "your name here") However, it seems right to me to fill Glen in on what is going on, my version of flowers, all things being right in the world he is floating amid clouds an heavenly nymphs strumming on harps or electric guitars (I never did learn Glen's preferances towards musical instruments, but I'm pretty certain scantily clad nymphs were among his favorites)
I'm sure he would have love to be amongst the chosen jurors in the fat timmy trial, while he would have most likely passed on a seat in the jurors bench, I'm equally certain he would be among the mob outside the office on Monday waving his little pitchfork and demanding the bastard being thrown out now. The law being the law, it will probably take some months for the Lt to be removed from office, but Glen would be the one, chanting NOW, Now, Now.. We need more Glens and Angelos and even Ed and Tina's. And the quiet but positive movers; the Boni's and the Waynes, and yes even the Harrys and the Bruce's. Sunday thoughts.

6 comments:

Road-Block Blogger said...

I've heard good things about Glenn, of course not knowing him I can't say any of his preferences on musical instruments. The blogging has been interrupted by the new dynamic Face Book. However, I do see the bloggers who will eventually return when FB starts to seem static.

bigsoxfan said...

Gotcha Wayne. My sister in law, Ginny calls FC the great time vampire. I have to admit, I've spent many moment, waiting a comment. But I'm done with it, Damnit. At least for today.

I'm mobilizing against twitter though, I refuse to be limited to 28 characters, and still let those few letters characterize any point in my life. Then again, I shouldn't hang at Hooters on Sunday afternoon, while watching the Red Sox, and let that color my week that was. Cheers to you, Wayne.
As the man says; "build it and they will come". I'll say; "make it good and they will return". Worked for the 'Sox.

Jeff said...

Look at how many people on the We Love Saipan site are no longer even on Saipan. Beyond that, the nastiness of the anonymous took the fun out of it for many. I'm not very shocked by how it has turned out.

bigsoxfan said...

You did call it, Jeff. There is still hope. Well, Boni has a daughter named Hope. The family and general interest stuff (with the exception of the Triton Trident fiasco) is fun, but you have to be willing to put up with a big pile of poo, if you venture into the political arena. Oh God, I'm watching the Fitial interview re fat Timmy and a possible appeal. Anons or not, at least the blogs allow us to scream "shenanigans”, when confronted with passing gas in the grand manner. Extra points to anyone who can give me the French version of “passing gas in the grand manner” The French do have a lovely way of putting things. Moi Petit Chou Chou, can literally translate as; “my little brussel sprout” Love to see the entomology on that.

paul the pirate (Yar!) said...

I'm still trying to figure it out- did you work for MSC? I wouldn't figure you were still with them, being in Mongolia and all, but that's usually the only way americans get to saipan...

bigsoxfan said...

Hey Paul, glad to hear from you. I am a member of the Marine Firemen, Oilers, and Watertenders Union. We have one ship around Saipan; the Cape Jacob. I met my own "Inappropriately, hot foreign wife" while at anchor off Saipan. You really don't want to know what a Mongolian woman was doing on Saipan, trust me, but they are still there. I started in the merchant marine on the "Captain Downing" back in '89 and moved into the engine room with the gulf war 2 surge. Great life and it brought me much happiness, plus the lad, so I'm keeping stum on leaving. You are in at the right time, with the best set of skills, I wish you the best and hopefully our paths will cross over a barbeque one day. I won't say anything about deckies looking their best when the shoes are tied and flies zipped, if you will keep quiet over our lack of social skills. Arghh.