So the good news is my work will cover my knee that I fucked up on the job. The bad news is I might need surgery. The morbid news is I was talking to Aquaman today and he told me about his friend who had her knees fixed up with parts from a cadaver.

I got a text this morning from the captain who ran the boat over the weekend. He thought they bend the wheel or wrapped a line around it. I cranked up the engine to check it out and it was jumping all over the place and making a funny noise. Not good. Its under warranty but I'm (proabably irrationally) afraid I fucked up somehow. The john deere technicians going to come in and pull a pair of my socks out of a cylinder or something.

The reaility is i've done a pretty good job keeping fuel clean and the coolant system happy with those engines. Tomorrow I'll go thru and check the fuel lines and see if its sucking air somewhere. but I think its a internal problem. like one of the cylinders is missing a power stroke and its throwing things out of wack. but this is what the technician is for.

So apparently a long time ago Rush Limbaugh convinced my uncle to never file taxes. My mom suggested to him that the reason he's probably never been caught is because since he's not say a famous radio host but actually a working class schlep who drives a cab for a living that the IRS probably owes him money. "Yeah, wouldn't that be somethin'..."

Tags: eitc is for commies

last night I roasted a beef tenderloin but I cut  a few steaks of it first and they were so fucking good. I fried them in cast iron with slices of ginger. added salt and pepper and fucking melted in my mouth.

then i felt kinda sick. maybe food poinsoning or just excessive red meat or lack of sleep.

I just called up McMaster-Carr to ask a question about a pressure regulator and spent ten minutes on hold listening to right wing propaganda of how Obama's health plan won't bring competition it will "undercut the private sector" - So what exactly is their definition of competition? To add to the stupid the regulator turned out to not have a way to hook up a gauge. So its like having a cruise control on a car without a speedometer.

Feministe has a rape apology post up about how coverage of rape trials are prejudiced towards the accused. 
Nice comments too. We've got the "harm of false accusations" and "we can't make any judgments until the jury decides what happened" covered and questioning whether the victim's testimony counts as evidence.

What site is this again?

I thought it would be good braising meat but it has zero fat content and tastes like the kinda meat that you spit shot out of as you chew it. Nothing wrong with that but it doesn't belong in my red sauce.

Today the owner was on site when the fuel boat showed up. The guy who runs the fuel boat, RIchie, is one of the nicest guys you will meet in the marine industry. And he has read me as female since the first time I ever took fuel from him. Its possible he's read me as trans all along but I doubt it. If he does then he's fucking awesome because he shows no less respect for my gender because of it.

The owner on the other hand is pretty much indifferent to my gender. I knew that if he stuck around to talk to Richie that I was gonna get shit on. I kept telling him I had it under control if he wanted to keep doing what he was doing. Of course the owner decided to stick around and make a crack about me and use a male pronoun. So what did Richie say back to him, "SHE'S YOUR BEST WORKER RIGHT HERE. YOU SHOULD GIVE HER A RAISE".

Thank you Richie.

And this is where transphobia is bad for your bottomline asshole. I generally do flawless conversions of inches off the fuel gauge into a estimate of hundreds of gallons of fuel to take on. This time I was focused on damage control and making sure he didn't shit on me any worse instead of fully focused on my job. I fucked up the estimate by a full hundred fucking gallons over. I caught it and he killed it in time to just put a few gallons in the fill compartment from when the line drained. I opened the crossover valves so it would level off with other tank and scooped all but a half gallon into the fill pipe (we have a fuel polishing system so we can get away with putting a little water and shit into our tank without it clogging up the primary filters). but shit there could have been a full 70-80 gallons into the fucking river.

Tags: assholes, gratitude, transphobia induced near eco disasters

a full twenty four hours later after getting fumed out by two part paint and I still have a headache that feels like a ice pick through my skull just above my left eye.

When you see a cis person butt the word "trans" against another word, trans means "almost" or "sorta".

Keep this in mind when you see things like "transpeople".