Como se llama?

Pirates name their ships, Parrot names her machines.

(because Pirate wont let me captain the ship. Grr.)

My first, at 15inches and over 2.5kg, he was no lightweight. He was very solidly built, not the fastest, but he always powered through. In terms of looks, he was dark grey and had the logo placed on him in a way that reminded me of a shield. All this earned him the Viking name Olof.

Only recently did I find out that Olof means ‘Ancient Treasure’. And how true has that become since my laptop got stolen and I’ve had to dig him out! But really the name came from Olof Mellberg, the Swedish defender (:

My second love was called Murdoch. He was smaller than Olof but he was powerful. He breezed through Matlab and any other Engineering software I threw at him. He had his quirks, allowing me to be comfortable keying out Dr Seuss-ish works, but he knew when it was time to get down and be serious. His mirror-black exterior was sleek and shiny, he was handsome. His curves were almost aerodynamic and his dashboard like a plane. A pilot’s name would suit him and therefore, Murdoch, of the A-Team fame.

Now this machine. This … Mac. Needs a name.

I always thought I would name my third one Anderson, after the guy who played MacGyver but this Mac doesn’t feel like an Anderson. He’s lacking the rugged feel. He’s more pretty than handsome. Like, 90s boyband. Or Top Gun’s Maverick.

Ugh.

My Mac needs personality.

-Parrot-

A New Chapter

Time, or shall I say, relativity, is a funny thing. Sometimes I feel as if it was just yesterday that I looked into the eyes of the man who later had part in breaking into my office and stealing Murdoch.

Other times, i.e. now, as my fingers move across the keys, creating that familiar sound, it feels like it’s been forever since I typed.

And it has. I’ve missed it.

For the longest time, every night, my fingers and the keys of Murdoch would have their dance. An orchestra of keystrokes and machine whirr, whereby at the end of it, we’ll have a story, a poem, or a heartwarming email.

Those days are over now, but it’s time to move on. There’s a new machine in my life. He hasn’t got a name for the moment, but he feels French.

Just my thoughts,

-parrot-

Yummy Curry

Bring back the days when pirates sailed
And parrots tagged along
Days when all we do is play
And sing out loud a song

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Dancing on the deck and smiles wide
While navigating to the destination
Taking detours once in a while
But that's all up to the captain

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It's true what they say
It's not the destination but the journey
Sailing with pirate makes parrot happy

 

... And then there is of course the recipes he has
Like that "arohmatik chikehn cuhrie!"

 

(:
-parrot-

Gone Fishing.

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By checking all different components of the source assy and including the connections, these are the numbers: Fishing head= 2.736″ + Neutron Housing= 8.96″ + Rod=53.69″ + GR Capsule=1.7″ for a total length of 67.08″, the maximum OD for the source will be from the bottom part of the fishing head and neutron housing which is the same for both and equal to 1.248″, this is considering that end cap will be left inside the tool.

(:

Parrot

Postcard to Pirate

After desert rocks and sand, I finally found the blue.
Dipped my toes into the Red Sea.
Ships not done?
Looks like Parrot's flying home.
Grr.
(:

Grab them boots, we’ll march on!

No one writes biographies of a bird
For who would want to read it, it would be absurd
Parrots just go about their day, by a Pirate's side
Taking every order and executing them with pride

Sometimes they get neglected,
when there's much to do on board
But Parrots will wait patiently in a corner,
until their Pirate's done of course

She'll steal glances of Pirate as he does his work
Cock her head at every one of his quirks
And sometimes fly off in search of some fun
But nothing beats time with Pirate, not a thing, no one

 

(:
-parrot-

3rd Word Owed

Gloves, eyewear, helmet and boots
White T-shirt and possibly grey boxers too
To the box, crossing bridges that s w a y
It's another Schlumbergering day

):

Rainbows and sunshine,
Just aren't as good without some blue  bloo.

-parrot-

Samundri daku, tu me debe tres palabras. (:

Vikings: The Explorers, Warriors, Merchants and Pirates of Europe

Parrot: I woke up thinking, ‘why is the ship not moving?’ Apparently i had a dream that i was sailing the seas.
Pirate: (: sail away
Parrot: (: sail with?
Pirate: with me. i sail the 7seas
Parrot: the only sea ive crossed is the north sea
Pirate: viking country
Parrot: *nods* Viking country

Scandinavia (because I can’t just pick one country) is quite possibly one of my favoritest places. Denmarks flatlands make the sky seem endless, Norways fjords are breathtaking and Sweden, there are far too many reasons to love Sweden, not just for Ikea.

And if you know me, you know that I’ve been an avid supporter of the Swedish national football team for years. All through the Euro and World Cups, no other team made me as passionate.

Which brings me to the sad fact that the Sverige team did not qualify for the 2010 World Cup. And that begs the question: What will Nuri Ramli do? What war paint will she wear? Because she likes wearing paint.

As for going to South Africa, did you know my passport once prohibited me from entering South Africa?

Ja. Hurryhurry ship.
-parrot-

Rrratatatatatatat

I’m a fan of military history and I love old war movies. I love being transported to a time before I was born, a time when guns blazing in every frame makes complete sense because you’re on a battlefield.

Movies today, urban setting, good guys chase bad guys through town, cars explode, major public property destruction and sometimes I start thinking, if I was there, I would be a civilian, probably minding my own business going about buying gummy bears when BOOM! I get hit by an out-of-control semi-truck. Or knowing my luck this year, a stray bullet.

Now if I was on a battlefield .. I would … still probably gethitbyabullet … but it’s expected then.

Anyway, Passchendaele, it follows the general war movie formula where we have a soldier, a love interest and a nation engaged in war.

It all comes down to how the director intertwines the 3 factors together. I would say this movie is more for women (and the sensitive man). Yes the movie depicts the brutal and dark reality of war but before getting to the blood and gore, there’s the dialog, ‘Aww’ moments where you secretly wish your man would do that too.

All in all it was good for a Valentines weekend. You do after all have to say ‘passion’ when saying Passchendaele. So to Mr. Paul the Director, Parrot gives a cracker. (Really awesome movies get cookies – like WongFu’s War Torn or my favorite from the series, The Letters)

Thanks for the movie recommendation,
-parrot-

Bhaloo

Bloo by Nuri.Ramli

I've always loved bears
From the gummy to the teddy to big ol' grizzly
There's a sort of comfort that they bring
The bigger the bear, the more comforting

Teddy guards me when I sleep at night
Ursa Minor helps navigate with bright twinkly lights
Gummy bears are soooooo good for the tummy
And bear hugs,
         they make everything better, really!

So I poem when I'm happy
I sketch when I'm bored
I bear when I'm frowny
And I verb noun words

To bear (v.): to make a bear appear out of nowhere,
usually on paper, in order to cure anything.
(Works only on nuri)

Though parrots are also instantly cured
when pirates play with them.


T minus char?
-parrot-