I'm King of the World!

Today I went sailing. And so, by extension, I am now a sailor. I've never been sailing before. I'm not too fond of the ocean. But it was fun. I think I may do it again, even though I am still not fond of the ocean. Anyway, so Vic has been taking sailing lessons since like August or something and this was his first time being the skipper of a boat. Before the yacht club would let him charter a boat on his own, however, he needed one other certified person (this cool guy named Ray) and one able bodied person.

I am so able bodied it's ridiculous.

So, I got there around 9:50 AM and we were out on the water around 10:30 or so. There was no wind near Berkley, so we motored out into the Bay proper and just sorta sailed around Alcatraz and Angel Island, then back towards Alcatraz toward San Francisco, past pier 39, then all the way around Alcatraz and then back to the Berkeley Marina. It was actually a lot of fun. I do not get motion sickness, as a general rule, so that was good. Evidently a number of people do. I was not prepared, however, for how steeply the boat would heel while doing (what I considered to be steep) a tack, but I slowly got over the fear of capsizing in some sort of horrible, cold, and extremely inconvenient way.

Vic told us a story about how during his sailing classes he and his class found a dead body floating in the bay. (awesome)

We saw quite a few seals swimming around. You'd be in the middle of the bay and hear an "arf" and turn and there was a seal saying hello. (also kinda awesome).

And Ray told us stories about going down to the BVI (British Virgin Islands, I presume) and chartering a big boat for a week and sailing around setting up camp at these small little islands for a night before moving on the next day. (it sounds awesome... )

Anyway.

Awesome.

I'm also currently experiencing a weird feeling where my head remembers the rolling, rocking wave motion of being on the boat, but my butt is planted firmly in my chair, but I still feel like I'm in a boat. It's a little weird and not particularly awesome or non-awesome. I'm just saying.

No blog post is complete unless I bring up zombies at least once a week. So, I'm currently watching Dead Snow, a Norwegian film about zombie Nazis terrorizing some dumb kids on a ski trip in the woods. Zombies always terrorize dumb kids in the woods. But this time they're extra evil because they're Nazis. It is unclear, yet, whether or not any of the kids are Jewish.

At this point I would like to point out that the phrase "zombie Nazis" makes sense, whereas the phrase "Nazi zombies" does not, You see, both words "zombie" and "Nazi" can be used as a noun or an adjective, depending on context, but this does not mean that their order can be interchangeable. In english, adjectives precede the noun they're modifying. So: "zombie Nazis" refers to Nazis who are now zombies, whereas "Nazi zombies" would refer to zombies who believe in National Socialism, which is just plain ridiculous.

Zombies only believe in brains.

Tasty, tasty brains.