Perils of Caffeine in the Evening

Once at my brother’s, we drew beverages and strolled back to the pond he put in several years ago.  He meticulously built up a fish ecosystem, and now can catch dinner from among bluegill, bass and (maybe?) crappie.  But he’s harboring (!) a dark secret in its depths, one that, if uncovered, would cause his banishment from the brotherhood of southern sportsmen.  Because of the anonymity of the internet, I can divulge it here: he has befriended, and somehow domesticated, a largemouth bass he calls “Shamu”.

As he sprinkles feed pellets on the surface of the pond, Shamu breaches and, Moby Dick-like, casts a watery eye at him before rolling over and sounding.  Shamu’s done OK for himself in this relationship - he’s grown to a pretty hefty size.  As we circumambulate the pond, Shamu shadows us a few feet from shore, even though we throw no more feed on the trip around.

Here’s a video of the leviathan as he cavorts, puppy-like, for our pleasure. (about 4mb - have your speakers on!)

We decamped from Pawley’s Island on Sunday and everyone dispersed.  Mrs. Perils and I headed for my middle brother’s place near Charleston, as our flight home departed from CHS.  On the way, we stopped in Georgetown for coffee.  We couldn’t find coffee there, but this parrot caught our eyes as we strolled along the riverside commercial district.  His companion, who didn’t look all that accustomed to broad daylight, said the bird had spent his entire life in bars.  He hinted darkly that we probably didn’t want to hear any of the bird’s elocutionary repertoire.

His shirt says, “Fresh Yankee, Served Daily”. 

Our visit started out rainy and chilly:

Mrs. Perils & my mom brave a stiff breeze

but yielded some weather warm enough to contemplate a romp in the surf (got in up to my knees)

1 brother, 1 spouse, 2 SILs, 1 mother and 1 aunt bask in the sun

my brother grills  while my mom & her sister supervise

My youngest brother and his wife put a lot of effort into brewing beer under their “Crying Onion” label and schlepping it over from the ATL. They also had t-shirts printed, beer glasses made and cd’s burned with an all-Georgia playlist that ranged from R.E.M. to the B52s.

with a half hour left in our digs, we’re finally all together, in uniform, for a commemorative photo

Not a lot of time to post here - eight of us constantly trying to achieve consensus about dinner times, activities, coffee strength, etc.  There’s a nice beach here, and we’ve gotten some pleasant walks and runs in.  I have some good photographs, which I’ll post later.  For now, here’s a little video of a squadron of brown pelicans cruising the shore.  I’m always amazed at how they look flying low, in formation, looking like a prehistoric gang of roughnecks.  It’s about 3 mb.

We’re sitting in the Detroit Metro airport after a red-eye flight from Seattle, on our way to Myrtle Beach, SC.  As I have the last several years, we’re meeting up with my brothers and my mom for a few days at the shore on Pawley’s Island, a little bit south of Myrtle.

We took the redeye in order to make a connection that arrives in Myrtle Beach around noon.  If we’d caught a morning flight instead, we’d have been required to fly into Charleston, arriving at 11:30 pm, then driving 80 miles or so north.

The result is a 4+ hour layover here in Detroit, which we’re spending in the Northwest Worldclub.  It’s a reasonably comfortable way to while away the time, although I’m too tired to do anything productive, and reluctant to try to sleep for fear of missing our plane.  I’ll hit a tripswitch pretty soon that will reset my system, and I’ll be fine the rest of the day.  Mrs. Perils suffers rather more from sleep disruptions, so I’ll do my best to be annoying.

Here’s some terrific reading if you’re planning to board a plane anytime soon - airlines may soon be designing planes with “standing room” seating.  It won’t be quite like standing on a bus or a subway hanging on a strap, but that’s only because the airlines are required to buckle you in.  They’re not, it turns out, required to put you in a sitting position.  Take a look at the posture you’ll assume in this arrangement.

More later from the beach.

Perusing my Wall Street Journal online this morning, this item struck me:

Fox News Channel Wants $1 Per Customer Anniversary Gift

It seems that Fox News only gets about $.35 per customer from cable and satellite companies, while CNN gets $.50, MSNBC $.35 and ESPN gets $2.60.  This, even though Fox nets 1.5 million viewers each night to CNN’s 700,000 and MSNBC’s 350,000, so they might have a point.

Fox News’s situation is a far cry from a decade ago, when the channel took the then-remarkable step of paying cable operators $10 per subscriber to launch it. Once that distribution was secured, the channel’s programming did the rest: Before long, the fees were flowing the other way…

…Fox News is banking that it is now one of the handful of channels which can play hardball with cable and satellite operators if negotiations stall. Like Viacom, Inc.’s Nickelodeon and Disney’s ESPN, Fox News has rabid fans who would howl if it wasn’t part of their basic cable package. Its mix of news and talk has struck a chord with conservative viewers.

“They definitely have leverage,” says Jimmy Schaeffler, an analyst with the Carmel Group, an industry consulting firm. He expects the network to play up “all those wealthy Republicans living in the nice neighborhoods….watching its shows.”

I never (ever) watch Fox News (or CNN or MSNBC, for that matter), and I’d probably feel more than a little outrage if my cable rates went up in order to triple Bill O’Reilly’s salary.  But I wouldn’t have much choice - as stated above, Fox News is part of the “basic” cable package.  You know what, though?  I’ll bet the Fox guys are all in favor of giving the President the line-item veto to pick through legislation and only sign the parts that fit with his agenda.  So, would they support me if I insisted on being able to scratch Fox News from my “basic” package and save the buck (plus the taxes, fees and local politician kick-back charges that attach to it)?

One has doubts.  Especially since

No cable or satellite operator wants to be without a must-have channel that its rival is carrying when the phone companies might be more willing to pony up to break into the market. And satellite purveyor DirecTV likely will cough up, too: News Corp. owns it.

The fix, it seems, is in.

Within sight of the Lord’s house, no less.

OK, that was cheap. lazy and filthy-minded.  Everything you’ve come to expect from these environs.  Real post coming soon.

Irrepressible spring is bursting out everywhere I look.

This sidewalk up the block is a gaunlet of large euphorbia plants past several properties.  I think they’re kinda exotic and tropical-looking, Mrs. Perils sees them as a scourge.

Elsewhere…

As I mentioned in the previous post, I spent Friday and Saturday nights with my youngest brother.  He and his wife have a lake cottage on Lake Hartwell, northeast of Atlanta, near where Deliverance was filmed.  We had a relaxing dinner there Friday night, and, since it was warm there and a full moon was due, they took me for a cruise on the lake.

Before we boarded their boat, I decided to try the movie feature of my camera to catch what I thought was the moon’s reflection on the water, and to pick up the cacophony of tree frogs for atmosphere.  I locked onto the ascendant orb in the sky and set the film to “record”.  It was not until I downloaded the snippet to my laptop that I became aware of its initially aggressive, then just plain bewildering behavior, and of the fact that its abrupt disappearance was not due to an itinerant fog bank:

Play the movie here  It’s a little over 3.5 mb. Be sure to have your sound on.

Wednesday a few of us flew from Milwaukee to northern Georgia in my client’s corporate conveyance to work the rest of the week at their plant here. 

I must say, it’s nice not to have to deal with airports, security and middle seats.  Tonight, I’m headed for my brother’s place near Atlanta, where I’ll stay until Sunday morning, when I’ll fly (commercial from ATL :-(  ) back to Seattle.

I didn’t realize when I made my travel plans that this was Easter weekend.  I recall another Easter I spent in the deep south, when I was about 5.  I was traveling with my grandparents on a vacation trip from Ohio to Gulfport, MS and New Orleans.  We were traveling by car, of course, in the pre-Interstate days.  The Saturday night before Easter, we stayed in a motel somewhere in Alabama, and I was more than a little worried.  I had left a note at home for the Easter Bunny telling him I’d be on my trip, but I was pretty sure that he’d miss me in such transient lodgings.

I woke - early, of course - and cast my eyes around the darkened room looking for basket-shaped shadows.  Seeing none, I resigned myself to a sugar-free morning.  Later, when were all just waking up, I must have told my grandparents my tale of woe, and they commiserated for a few minutes.  Then my grandfather frowned and reached down to the foot of his bed, and retrieved an egg (I believe I’d colored some eggs before I left home, but I’m not sure).  This disclosure led to a joyous hunt around the room, which turned up the requisite chocolate and sugary goodies.  We attended a rural church service, and headed for the Gulf.

I forgot to leave a note back in Seattle for the Easter Bunny before embarking on this trip, however.  If you read my blog, Mr. Bunny, leave your coordinates in the comments, and I’ll see if I can get you a ride in the plane shown above.  You may have to listen to a short presentation on vinyl building materials.