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I've utilised the zoom a little bit to see what's happening up there on the bridge. If you look very closely, I think that you can just about see Captain Stubing chastising "Gopher" Smith for another of his whacky, harebrained schemes.

I do like the fact that Gopher somehow made it into Congress after The Love Boat went off air. It seems odd to me that Captain Stubing didn’t somehow end up President though.

Similarly, it seems a great shame to me that Barack Obama became the first African American President, instead of Jimmie Walker (J. J. Evans in Good Times). Don’t tell me that the inauguration speech couldn’t have been livened up with a “Dy-no-MITE” and a spin.
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yournotalone said…
I heard that even Tasmnia got over 42 Celsius. Must be tough.
2 February 2009 at 17:00
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, yeah, it was very hot the past couple of weeks, back down to 17 degrees Celcius today, and everyone is wearing coats!

They complain that it's too hot, then they complain that it's too cold, they complain that there is no rain, then they complain that it rains too much.

It seems hard to please people.
3 February 2009 at 12:20
Kris McCracken said…
Kiwi, one of the best theme tunes out!
3 February 2009 at 12:20
Anonymous said…
This is the fun part of any departure. One hour of pre checks and then stand around waiting for someone to come and let your lines go. Usually another hour. Still you get to talk to each other, and the Pilot, if you are lucky enough to know him. That is the Australian way. I don't know about this lot. I think you speak when spoken to. The way we used to be. Thank God for change.
4 February 2009 at 21:51
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