I'm at sea. I read sometimes. Most of what I read is something found on the boat. So...ya. Lotta Clive Cussler. He writes books about boats and stuff. His character is this smooth guy Dirk. I have no problem with Dirk. My problem is with Clive.
I read the first book and it was tolerable. There was a bad guy. He was smuggling something or other with a fake boat under water compartment or something. Ok. Fine. Then I read another one. Same kind of deal. Third time around I spiked the book like I scored a touchdown. Just straight into the dirt. But with plenty aplomb.
Come on clive. You're writing a book dude. You can make anything up that you want. The bad guys could have secret Chinese technology, stealth, submarines, spaceships, teleportation...You name it. And this clown just keeps doing the old fake bottom of the boat. Kinda bugs me. Now I can't read a sentence of his without scrutinizing it for cheese or BS.
I know it's nothing of great import here, but bad book premises kinda bug me. And this guy just owns it. Sadly, the captain saw me reading these things and now we talk about these books. I feel like Michael Bolton from office space, "I told the captain I like Clive Cussler". It's kinda sad really.
On a bright note, I have a sweet George MacDonald Frasier book going right now. Flashman gets it done. I like Flashy. And I need to blow the dust off of my piano. I managed to click and drag some songs to my phone. I feel like I'm in love listening to Dionne Warwick and Lakeside. Just way too much seduction. A house is not a home indeed. Someone near to me said 'angel'. I have to thank an angel face for the tunes that I now enjoy. And the movies on my computer.
I have a program that will let me play any movie from these hard drives. Awesome. Yesterday I not only watched Beauty and the Beast, but Coming to America too. Pretty effing awesome. Now, if we can make some bread on this boat, I'll be thrilled. Might even stick it out wire to wire. Leaving early on that medical last season cost big time. Big time.
And the island situation might situate itself this winter. You're kidding yourself if you think I'm not gonna get certified to scuba dive for an island getaway. Kidding yourself. Gotta happen. Islands. Seychelles. Booya!