looks like i'll be back in the grid on the 10th of this month, all communication is on the run, from my phone, internet cafe's or passing vessels i am travelling within.
this evenings post comes courtesy of the 'autistic express' a smaller ftl vessel manned by a bunch of extra chromosomal pirates, looking for booty and dancing to abba streamed through the internal radios 24/7, i tell you it's driving me nuts although i quite like that catchy number about the winner taking it all, interesting piano and lyric perspectives. anyway's i'm being accommodated although everything is slightly squished with the low ceilings, narrow short doors and the meals are generally jelly with bit's off fruit embedded within. they also drink a lot of coffee which is probably a good thing as i can't sleep on the short bed anyway.
old captain mission is popular amongst the girls here as well as they all come and introduce themselves and some request a dance, but he's no dancing queen, he declines and sits in the library waiting for another ship to cross paths.
these guys have no routines, they eat till it hurts, they stay up until they fall asleep and they dance till their legs can't move. but i tell you, i've seen em in battle and they know how to fight. they need a leader, some discipline, they know it, i know it, but it's left unsaid.
besides i'd need a large room of my own and put a ban on abba, i'd need to start a regime of vegetarian foods, avoiding the jelly and caffeine, then a fitness regime, that's when i reckon the mutiny would start....
so for the moment i'm happy just chilling out as a guest.
i'll post more as things develop.