Save Our Souls
Did you know that’s what S.O.S. meant? I’m not sure if I did or not. I probably heard it before, but it wasn’t something that was at the tip of my mind so I’ll say I didn’t know. It will be something I remember now, always. It’s very poignant, don’t you agree? Save our souls, for we are lost at sea…find me…I pray…find me…
This picture haunts me. Midhship stairwell, port side, deck 2.
Tonight I found two lost birds in the hallway on deck 8. They had a late showing of Prince Caspian, and so I caught it before I made my invitation delivery for tomorrow’s auction. It was late, but you could tell these poor birds were tired. I tried to shoo them out the aft gangway, but they didn’t seem to want to follow my direction. If only they had. I alerted Environmental anyway, but I couldn’t help wondering what they could mean, mystically. I put thought into the things I happen upon, maybe too much thought, but I do truly believe that these things have some greater significance. Sometimes it becomes more than worthwhile to figure them out, and my dreams can show me the answers. So what do these little trapped birds mean, and what will become of us? There’s all sorts of things I’ve found lately that I’m not sure what they mean. A metal watch, the lost birds, and malted milk balls…if only I knew.
Its funnier than you think though. Sometimes my luck is just too uncanny. You see with the watch, I had been looking for it when I found it. We already had our Halloween party for the crew and I went as Death’s Salesman. “Buy your time now...while you still have a little left.” I didn’t get to prepare much, so I wore my darkest suit and shirt/tie combo with a top hat and make up. It was fine, but I thought if only I had a cool time piece to accent the outfit. Lo and behold what do I find at my feat at the start of the party? An old fashioned watch with metal engraving that fit peculiarly well on my three fingers. The party was a smash.
Now the malted milk balls. I had been in the merchandise locker looking for some animation sketches. We share the space with the store that also sells the candy. I had seen their cache and I thought, gosh, I really want some candy. A couple of hours later, after the live painting session with our guest artist (who is cooler than I’d like to admit), some poor kid left a full bag of milk chocolate malt balls. Choclatear brand of course. More like Chocolate tears…or ears. They’re delicious and just what I needed.
Then there are the birds…I don’t know that they mean, nor do I know what the combination of the three mean. The timepiece, the malted milk, and the two lost birds. It makes me wonder what I’m looking for at all, to what purpose is this search, and to what end will it bring?
Save our souls…
Otherwise, things are spectacular! The seas have been extra rough and extra fun for me. They even closed the outside decks because the wind was so strong. I snuck out anyway because I like that sort of thing, and I’m crew now, so Pshh. There is one long major corridor that the crew uses called I-95, and walking down it you can see people swaying side to side, like, totally wasted. Its fun for me though. My home is constantly listing every which way, and at all times like a ride that never ends! Funniest thing ever? A) A little girl who is seasick. B) Who also has a vomit bag attached to her chin. C) The bag is colored in with crayons with a frowny face. D) All of the above ????
The other day someone was looking at one of my gallery’s paintings. An image from Juan Miro’s Migratory Birds series. Now Miro is so fucked up, his paintings don’t look like the shit you call it by, but I still used my bosses’ description of the thing. So there is a central body to the “bird” and there’s a stream of what looks like smoke coming from its “beak.” When the customer asked me what this stream was I answered truthfully: “Why, that’s the bird feeding from the Celestial Food.” Now, being able to incorporate this sentence into my life, relevantly, brings me great happiness. Oh Celestial Food, I shall dine with none other.
The rule is that you must wash your hands before and after you eat. To do this, there are multiple wash basins at the entrance to the mess. However, they’re not sinks. They’re just metal boxes with a small square hole on top. You step on a weird button underneath the thing and then stick your hands into the mystery hole. There are four sprayers inside that shoot water horizontally. It’s the coolest thing. I’ve stopped rubbing my hands together, and now I just stick them in there and hold still. It’s so bizarre, especially when you’re wearing a fancy suit. I’m going to install one in every room in my house when I get back.
Some other quick notes:
Because of the waves, we saw a boat sinking in
It’s been one month since I let home.
In the Officer’s mess we get extra special desserts. I end every meal with my favorite: Fruit tarts!
SARAH PALIN IS A HERETIC!
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The coast of
I heard the funniest snippet of conversation today. There was a drunken woman cheerfully dragging her daughter along in one hand and a martini on ice with olives in a huge glass in the other. The woman was chatting away excitedly and the girl was trying to keep up. Here’s what I heard: “You know where I have a tattoo of the sun? She had a Mickey Mouse. It was wicked cute.”
That brings me to my final point. It’s so strange that I work for this company. All the characters are on the ship and I see them multiple times, every day. They don’t speak though, except the Princesses (but that’s even worse because Cinderella is a major bitch). They just pantomime laughter and expression. Anyway, I always act happy when they come by, and they hug me or high five and admire their own portraits or something else weird and retarded. For me, I hate it, and because it wigs me out I get even more sick enjoyment out of it. When Mickey comes by I scream ou this name and the kids light up and I vomit and laugh, simultaneously, on the inside. It’s just too weird that this is my life.
Oh well, I get to sleep in tomorrow. I’ll miss everyone for Halloween you know, but I’m sure we’ll be making our own fun in our respective locales. Be sure to message me or something. You can call me on Saturdays or every other Sunday, starting with this one. I scatter my love to you in a hundred different directions!
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