What a weekend! Saturday night we had a no-talent show that was part of the station’s way of saying "Thanks" to the galley staff for doing their job every day. Suprisingly, there was a lot of hidden talent among the people down here. Highlights included a bunch of singers, a puppet show featuring the galley employees as characters, and my fantastic rendition of the worst poetry in the world. Sarah, my co-worker, found a book that has a collection of some of worst examples of poetry in the English language. The original plan was for a bunch of people to read a poem between other acts, but that fell apart at the last minute. Instead, I picked a few of my favorites, and proceeded to treat the station to such delights as "Ode to a 10 Pound Cheese", "The Collapse of the Bridge over the River Tae", and the classic "Ode to the Humble Potato". I made it almost half way thru the potato poem before I finally had to give up due to the large number of paper airplanes, bits of food, and a beer can or two that somehow found their way in the air heading towards me. Puzzling!
This morning we finally hit the magic number of -100 degrees F. Unfortunately it wasn’t very long, and it was early in the morning, so only a few people ended up doing the 300 club. I briefly considered it, and then decided there was no way I was running around outside naked before my first cup of coffee. By the time I was properly caffinated, the temp had gone back up to -98 or so. We haven’t even hit the coldest months yet, so I’m not worried about having another chance to do this again.
Here’s a couple of shots from the weekend and this morning
