Fat man attire and an OU whooping

I'd like to open this post with accolades for the Oklahoma Sooners recent whooping of the Texas Longhorns; 55-17, oh hell yes! (excuse my language). So much for conference realignment drama and distractions, OU came to play football and Texas decided to help them out. As for the fans, I was disappointed that our fans were not as loud as they historically have been and attribute it to the early game and a possible malaise set in after consuming the fried butter, fried beer or too many of Fletcher's corn dogs (save me some of those, please). These fatty foods transformed our normally raucous fan base into a lethargic, hungover bunch left yelling at half their capacity. However, if my arteries were clogged with fried butter I would only be able to yell at 50% too.

Last night I had an epiphany at the Main Construction Camp (MCC - A large BP camp with awesome food) on the East Operating Area (EOA - Old ARCO exploration side); Overalls are the working fat-man's pant of choice. Overalls don't need to be sized properly, and have that natural baggy look. If you've made the life choice to expand your abdomen (as a man) from your old high school 32 to a portly, well-established 42 then the overall can accomodate you throughout the process. No longer are the days of fat pant shopping needed (much to the relief of these manly men) as two pairs of overalls (one pair for laundry day) will cover your entire oilfield career. But wait, there's more! Overalls can also have your name stitched on them, in place of confining coveralls which are often a challenge for our girthy friends to enter. As such, you can grow into your new pants and not be bothered with people asking your name or what company you may work for.

Overalls: the epitome of the lazy, working-man's clothing.

If you want noise then bring the blog post

Oh yeah, another blog post for September. Why? Easy, I found out people actually read this.

I received several questions about how I keep this blog so fresh, creative, and edgy (I asked myself this multiple times, validating the previous statement). I let my job take care of that, as it stretches the boundaries of what my sleep depraved mind finds funny. I then multiply that by whatever weird song/pop-culture reference is in my head at the moment and out comes a fresh pile of creativity.

As for current activities, I'm back on the slope after a massive 4.5 days off. During that time I enjoyed watching OU beat Florida State, eating junk food, and participating in the Anchorage Pirate Pub Crawl. The pub crawl is just that, everyone dresses as a pirate and walks around to various pubs. There was some award at the end, but having an excuse to dress up as a pirate and run around hitting things with a plastic sword is rewarding enough.

Work time,

R-train out.

Work, work and work

Some of you have noticed that it has been nearly 3 months since the last update. Sorry about that, aside from an awesome family vacation, I've been working.

So far I've spent 7 of the past 8 weeks on the slope, with one week in town spent traveling or attending client meetings. When times like these occur, blogs must be put to the side for important things (like iPad games).

All is well, will write more soon.

2 updates, 1 week; it's happening.

You're damn right it's another update this week. Can you handle it? I think you can. Life on the slope is going well, we're back to drilling and bringing all you hard working folks some black gold. Many of you are worried about the high price of gas, and to you I say "Welcome to the Alaska Fuel Club". Yep, we had that 4 dollar gas all year (It's five now).

I've learned a great deal this hitch about rig operations not directly related to my job and even about life. The rig ops stuff is boring to everyone but me, so I won't elaborate; the life lessons are awesome.

The primary life lesson I learned are that people are absolutely crazy. Go ahead and disprove me (you're in denial). No matter how sane you thought someone was, nay. I -almost always- enjoy crazy people and their shenanigans, whether the advice is to start as big a fire as you can if you're in a plane crash or make sure or ensure you always wear pants to WalMart.

Anyway, this crazy bachelor is going to run and keep on drilling in the free world. Adios, Amoebas (favorite saying of a geologist up here).