Buenas dias (or noches), boys and girls. I am in the middle of a vacation. Yes, I said the "v" word. Vacation. Me. Yes. True. Amazing. A miracle. For me to extract myself from work for at least a couple of days. Incredible. I am currently crashing at my pad after a fun overnight trip to Houston/Galveston.
'Twas a cool excursion complete with great music and conversation, dodging traffic jams, hitting the beach, adult beverages and a four-hour delay of my friend's children's flight out of Hobby Airport. Memo to the airport management: Technology will only get you so far, and it's only as reliable as the otherwise fallible humans who created the system. If something breaks down, like say a fuel line, have a traditional backup system ready to go. Like several filled fuel trucks. Got it? Good!
Saturday morning/afternoon I should be aimlessly wandering the San Antonio and Austin area. But I could not help but notice an interesting news flash: You may have heard recently the Russians planting a flag on the seabed at the North Pole as part of their effort to claim Arctic territory rich in natural resources.
Almost sounds like a James Bond/Cold War-era plot. Well, the grand nation of Canada has responded, eh. The hosers - I mean - the fine revered Canadians have re-emphasized their Arctic sovereignty claims, announcing plans for a port, a training facility and to modernize the part-time paramilitary force that now patrols the area.
I, for one, am looking forward to our maple leaf-growing, Canadian bacon-frying, hockey-loving, McKenzie brother-adoring northern neighbors bolstering their armed forces. I love Canada! O, we stand on guard for thee! Just don't act up or we'll annex your asses. And you won't like how America "annexes" property LOL
