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Geo. Tirebiter
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wiseass, often wrong, uncontrollable, laughing, liberal conservative
wiseass, often wrong, uncontrollable, laughing, liberal conservative

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I went to the Natatorium today to do some drone shots. I picked that particular location at the end of Waikiki beach because the news said that the water had dangerously high bacterial levels. I figured there wasn't going to be anyone there except those tourists that didn't get the word or didn't speak enough English to read signs or understand the lifeguard. It was deserted for it is a popular beach. The beach itself isn't closed, just the water. There's low-bac beaches a short walk away, just grit your teeth and don't swallow any of the water. If you have a deep sea diver helmet, use it. There must be a sewer discharge line hidden somewhere near the beach that leaked. The news didn't reveal the why of the high bacterial count.

We Honolulu kids always called the place the "Natatorium" because that was the name. It means "swimming pool" in some dead language. There's a commemorative plaque nearby with names of the Hawaii dead that fought in the Great War, or the War to End All Wars. The facade of the now closed and deteriorating structure that says, "War Memorial." People have been wondering what to do with the Natatorium for years. There are those who want to preserve it and they go to court each time and get an injunction against the city who wants to destroy it. But the $ is just not there to restore the pool.

My friends and I used to swim there often between grades 7 and 9. It was great fun. There was a 4-platform diving structure on the seaward side of the pool and a long steel slide with 2 pipes with handles that spouted water to coat the slide so a kid could go rocketing down. For us, bravery was jumping into the pool from the top platform, which was about 50 ft high. I did it, but only when I was in the 9th grade. I went all the way to the bottom and my feets got stuck in the mud down there. The pool had inlets around it so the sea would go in and out. Though the sea is clear all around, it wasn't so clear in the pool, it was murky and a dark shade of green. I think because the flow in and out wasn't so good. I spent many an hour on weekends happily swimming there with friends and even when I almost drowned in there because of cramps. I was saved, else I wouldn't be here typing. I'd be part of the choir invisible, a 13yr old dead kid.

Here's the Natatorium overflight. Sylvia, the parking goddess, gave me a parking space directly across the (boarded up) gateway to the pool.





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A couple days ago, I went to the beach with the family. I had to learn how to pitch that half-moon sun shade tent that I recently bought. Good thing oldest daughter was visiting from Seattle. She's schmart and got me going in the right direction. In fact, she understood the instructions better than I did. We chose to arrive at the beach just before noon. Gad, it were hawt! I mean HOT! After getting the tent up, I went inside to escape the sun. Man, it was bad.

As with all family jaunts to the beach, I had to bring drinks, a cooler, and chairs. We were going to eat across the street at the shopping center's food court, when we were done so we didn't bring any food.

The water was cold. I simply dove in as I always do, even though the water was shallow, I was able to do a shallow dive. It was super-clear. My g/daughter, who just learned how to swim in school, (3rd grade! I learned in the 4th grade) was already swimming underwater like she was born to it. Max was happily floating around, kicking his tiny legs. He had a smile on that wouldn't quit. He was the reason we were at the beach as he had been begging to go for the last few days. That is not like him. He never brings up the beach, or anywhere else. I think somewhere in his short memory, he remembers having a fish-shaped floatie and he wanted to use it. Talk about being fearless and real competent at going where he wants to go with that floatie!

When my kids were small, my "let's go" command was usually ignored with begging for 5 minutes more that took about 40 minutes. The same with the g/kids. No one wanted to leave but the grown-ups. The sun was so blazing hot that I told them that it was time and I didn't want them to get burnt. But, the kids were hungry enough to want to leave after that 40 minutes. They were looking forward to eating Hawaiian food. Me too. What I didn't know was that the youngest daughter had got sunburned like crazy because she didn't ask us apply sun screen to her back. She suffered the next morning.

I saw the pirate ship going across the horizon and told the kids that when the ship couldn't be seen, we have to leave. I took a video of it. When I got home, I was shocked that the picture was so blown out by the white sand, I thought something was wrong with the camera. No, something was wrong with the cameraman. I should have adjusted the exposure. D'oh!





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Coupla days ago, I went with my 2 daughters to watch Kong. The grandkids were uninterested, and besides, it wasn't appropriate for their young brains. A lotta violent dying.

Just days after the end of the Vietnam War, a helicopter assault company is given a mission away from Vietnam, to Skull Island. If it were me, I would suddenly get violently sick to not have to go to that place.

Kong is a very badass big gorilla. There was no capture of him, nor any love between him and the lead actress, whoever she was. Loki was the lead actor. Sam Jackson was a great choice to play the insane war loving military guy who wants to kill Kong. Great expressions on his face. He's a chameleon! He's in his element when he plays understandable bad guys like the guys in Pulp Fiction and in Django.

The soldiers and their equipment are spot-on. They look like guys I served with. For me, it was uncanny. Glad they had someone advising them.

OK, so go check this movie out. I give it fifteen out of fifteen stars. Kong does not have anything in his crotch tho'. Not like the blue guy in Watchmen. 
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Amazon sends me a promotional code for $1.99 Kindle books that are normally selling for $3.99-$4.99. I'm torn between Where the Wind Blows, Whispers on the Wind, or West Winds of Wyoming. Gosh! Why do they make it so hard? Let's see, my most recent Kindle purchases are the whole series of One-Punch Man and now starting to read Underwater Welder and My Hero Academia. All are manga. I can see that they think romance books with "wind" in the title might appeal to me as I am often hoist by my own petard.


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been ignoring my old blog for awhile..here's an entry I made tonight. Wish g+ could allow me to put pictures in-line instead of the end, then I would not need the blog!

http://wgyre.blogspot.com/2017/03/walking-up.html


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I saw a huge ti leaf plant where I parked today while I waited for my g/daughter to get off school. I want one like that so I can stream fish inside of a package you can make using them. It adds umami. I bought a pathetic potted one at Lowe's. It's dying. I got to read up on how to make a plant thrive. Maybe if I show it pictures of other plants on vacation.
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As a stereotypical old man, I like to sit on my shady porch in the afternoon to observe minute changes in the weather. We have light tradewinds, hot weather and a remarkable quiet despite being so close to the freeway. Thus is the time of day when it's too hot to take the family dog for a walk. For that I'm grateful. If it were 6:30 pm I'd have to wave and say hello in response to them. I thought I had a mean face but maybe not anymore as I have lots of white hair.

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I made this poke about 3 days ago. I used Maui onions, sesame seeds and oil, inamona (ground kukui nut,) and alae salt, which is red because of the clay on the salt ponds on Kauai. It was killer. If only I had seaweed! /Autocorrect changed seaweed to sex. I had to change it back so you wouldn't think I was getting senile, which I understand it's beautiful to behold thus time of year.
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While standing in line outside a popular okazuya restaurant, I noticed a strange sign low on a dark-tinted windows storefront. Lucky I had Google translate along to read the Korean writing. The top line said "Maureen Counseling." WTH? The bottom said "funeral inquiry." Oh. Directly across the street was a mortuary. Plus, at the angle I was standing, I could not see that it was part of the mortuary's business. I was still hungry though, it being early Sunday a.m. Things like funeral inquiries will not put me off my feed, not like seeing someone spit in public. 
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Late last Saturday afternoon I noticed that there was a single slipper on the sidewalk in front of the house. The slipper looked expensive, a thick light gray one with a tunnel of rubber to put your foot in instead of a post to fit between your big toe and 2nd toe. I find that this kind of slipper works great as a holster for my .45 caliber pistol. Next to it I saw a long black piece of cloth.

I was too lazy to walk over to look at it and then pick it up to throw in the trash as I was daydreaming about flying my drone in the sunset (but didn't).

My daughter had left with her husband to watch Logan that picture about the X-man Wolverine. The trailer indicated that he and Xavier were getting old and sick and they had to take care of a similar preteen mutant who had the same kind of claws as Logan. It was a long movie they said but they both enjoyed and recommended that I go see it on Sunday.

Which I did. I enjoyed the movie too. There are lots of reviews on the internets, and I think Rotten Tomatoes gives it a score of over 90%.

Anyhow, about the same time as the day before I found myself sitting on the porch and drinking yet another cup of coffee before sundown. I finally walked over to the slipper and threw it in the trash and I picked up the black cloth. It turned out to be an US airforce enlisted man's garrison cap, the kind you wear with the fancy uniform for when fatigues aren't appropriate. I looked inside to see if there was a name. There was: Logan WTH??! Is Wolverine trying to give me a message? Could be, but I took extensive notes but I have no idea what the message could be. 
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