I keep being told I haven’t updated this thingie, so update I will.
Two weekends ago (it was two, right?), we blockaded some island and lost. I don’t think anybody was terribly upset, and I certainly wasn’t terribly upset as I got a teddy bear from Avalon telling me I’m their most favoritest person ever.
Okay, they told me I’m their most favorite showoff ever. Half credit.
Anyway, this past weekend (as in yesterday), we blockaded some islands again. I was torn between Sound of Music and West Side Story for my DVD watching entertainment. Ever a democratic idealist, I left the choice up to the jobbers on my fine vessel, the Advanced Lamprey. (side note: At one point, I hopped off the ship, and promptly forgot where I was supposed to be. My jobbers took great joy in heckling me a few minutes later when the jobbing contact for Avalon instructed jobbers to please stay on the ships they were located. “She meant you, Fannon.”)
Anyway, as I was saying, I left the choice up to the jobbers, and they chose West Side Story over Sound of Music. Apparently a street war between the Sharks and the Jets (*snap* *snap*) is more inspiring than a nun taking care of seven children and later falling in love with their father, even if it does happen in the face of Nazi invasion.
At some point, I quoted one of the songs, and it stuck in my head, and seemed to fit our jobbers quite well. At least they all got a giggle when I said, “We’re disturbed, we’re disturbed, we’re the most disturbed, weeeee’re psychologically disturbed!”
Now what, you may ask, is the point of this entire story? Well, for the entire 8 block walk home I just had, I could think of nothing other than “We’re disturbed” and “Officer Krupky.”
And for that, I have you, the fine jobbers of the Advanced Lamprey, to thank.