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Blog 4
March 7, 2010
We finally have snow!
Seriously, did you know Antarctica was a desert? The reason there is snow here at all is because when it does snow, it sticks around for eons. Literally. The wind blows a lot, and that looks like snow, but I’ve been here for almost a month, and about three hours ago, it JUST started snowing, for real, for the first time.
I have a procedure for what I do if I have to go out to check on the equipment when it’s snowing. I take a rope, tie it around my waist, tie the other end to the door handle, and that way, if I can’t find my way back, I can always follow the rope back. When Cody and Omar told me about that, I laughed at them.
“Seriously? It’s like twenty feet away. How could I not find my way back from twenty feet away?”
Well, I found out this morning. It started snowing, and wouldn’t you know, today is one of the days I need to go download data. No big deal; I can do it in my sleep. It literally involves nothing more than going out, uncovering the data port, plugging in a USB drive, waiting about ten seconds, and walking back in. Yes, it would be nice if it had a wireless set up so I never had to leave, but that would require battery power and make it more vulnerable to the elements, blah blah blah.
I should have gone the second I got up, but I had a “dream” as I was waking this morning, and my porn-channel-stumbler took me straight to the movie “Riding Miss Daisy,” (don’t worry – Miss Daisy is a twenty-something hot black chick – it’s not old people porn), and I ended up taking care of matters before I started work. Twice. Whatever. Don’t judge me.
So by the time I was ready to get to work (real work, not… y’know, that work), it was snowing harder and a little windstorm was whipping the snow around pretty good. Granted, the sun still hasn’t set, and I’ve got about two weeks or so left, but there was a cloud cover, and everything just looked weirdly gray.
But work had to be done, so I bundled up, tied the rope around myself and to the door handle as I was told to do, and I trekked out to the post. Holy crap. By the time I made it, and remember, this is about twenty feet away, I could barely see. If I hadn’t taken a flashlight with me, I don’t think I would have been able to transfer the data at all. I managed to get the case opened, I plugged my flash drive in, and as soon as it stopped flashing, I pulled it out, re-secured the cover, made sure it was operational, and turned to go back.
Honest to God, I could not see the building. In the two minutes I had been outside, if even that long, the wind and snow had picked up so quickly I could not see the building. I don’t think I would have died without the rope, because after about five feet, I was able to see it, but it was a little scary. It also showed me how the rope will definitely be useful, because if it was pitch black, which it will be in just a few months (the sun sets, but it isn’t total dark for a while after that), then it would have been much tougher. Ropes are our friends.
Exercise is going pretty well. I’m still following Cody’s plan, which for a while still, only involves cardio. However, this week, I get to up my exercise from 15 minutes a day to 20 minutes a day, which honestly, I’m looking forward to. I think I’m actually feeling my lungs and heart get stronger, which is a good thing.
I’ve found that if I put a movie on that I’ve seen a lot and turn the sound up, I can hear it throughout the entire base (remember – it’s pretty tiny, but there are walls), and if I know it really well, it’s like I’m watching the movie in my head as I workout. Today, I walked to A Nightmare on Elm Street.
I know I’m a dork.
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March 9, 2010
Starting next week, I can begin “lifting” weights. Lifting weights is really a misnomer, here, because there are no weight sets. It costs a fortune to bring anything down to Antarctica, and the heavier it is, the more it costs. (The cost of bringing me here is almost equal to the US National Debt. Sorry, bad joke.) But I have tons of canned food, chairs, and various other things that I can heft around to get my muscles stimulated.
I officially started my hydroponic garden today. It needs to be kept at a decently warm temperature, and the hydroponics bay is right next to my room, so we share heat. I keep those two rooms “warmer” than the rest of the base. Don’t get me wrong. Warm here is not warm back home. Warm here is in the sixties. But you know what? I stay surprisingly comfortable here. I guess it’s what you get used to.
There are a lot of laws about what you can grow in Antarctica. Everything must be grown in controlled conditions, which is why I have a hydroponic bay and not just a pot on my desk. I am not allowed to grow flowers. Not a big deal – you can’t eat a flower. Well, I guess you could, but I’m not going to, so why should I waste my time?
There are sodium mercury lights that are on constantly, and they make it considerably warmer in the hydroponic bay. Basically, it’s an alien looking set up of tubes and pipes. I planted the seeds in these weird little bags made of netting, and they pretty much float in nutrient-dense water.
For this first batch, I’ll be growing buttercrunch lettuce, arugula, Swiss chard, various herbs, tomatoes, bell peppers, and radishes. I can’t wait to see how they come up. I’m not tired of the food I’ve got here yet (good thing, ‘cause I’ve got 23 months to go), but fresh food will be nice.
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March 10, 2010
I was debating writing about this post, because when I started this blog, I had planned to just update on my health status and very generally about what work is like. But I’m finding myself sharing more and more, and well… why not? I’m going to share this, too. I would say sorry if this is TMI, but the fact is, I’m already telling you all about how much I masturbate and the porn I watch, so really, do we have any secrets left? I’m not shy, anyway, so why not?
I had a lucid dream last night. If you don’t know, a lucid dream is a dream where you know the dream is going on and you can influence it. Pretty cool, right? I’ve never had one before, so this was a new experience.
So far, what’s the big deal?
Well, I had a lucid sex dream. Seriously, if there was a woman on base, I would be more likely to accuse her of coming in to my room and having sex with me last night than I would be to think this was a lucid dream. The only thing that let me know it was a dream is that I am completely alone here.
In my dream, I woke up at around 3:00 a.m. I have a screensaver on my computer that always tells the time, which is why I know when it was. I woke up to a very soft hand stroking my face. It startled me awake, and because of my blackout curtains, I could only dimly see the person standing above me.
“Shh,” she whispered, which is also when I realized it was a woman.
“Who are you?” I asked, still bewildered.
She pulled the covers back from the bed, and she began to undress me. She pulled off my shirt and began tugging at my pajama pants. At this point, I actually said, “Okay, I get it. I’m dreaming.”
She giggled and kissed me. As soon as I was nude, and there’s no delicate way to say this, so I’ll just say it, she climbed on top of me and we had sex.
It felt real. I’ve had sex dreams before, but this one felt the most vivid ever. I don’t want to be too salacious, because while I’ll write about porn, I don’t want to start writing porn, but I’ll just say that every aspect of her and the encounter felt real. I’ve already admitted I don’t have a ton of experience to draw from, but it seemed pretty amazingly real.
In sex dreams I’ve had before, it never really “finished,” if you know what I mean. This one did. In fact, as soon as I came, the dream just ended. She was gone, and I was suddenly aware that I was no longer having sex.
But here’s the real kicker – apparently, I did this to myself in my sleep. When she “vanished,” I was uncovered, naked, and… uh, well, sticky.
Best sex dream ever. I’m going to email Donovan and ask him to do some research for me on lucid dreaming to send to me. If I can make a dream like that happen again, you better believe I’m going to.
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March 12, 2010
I am very pleased, yet again. I have been walking for 20 minutes a day, and very soon, as in tomorrow, I get to start “lifting” weights.
So how did my weigh-in do this week?
389 pounds.
That’s three pounds down from last week! That means I have lost 14 pounds since I started. If I had lost that before I came down here, I could have brought fourteen more pounds of equipment with me. Oh well. It’s all good.
If I can keep up a rate of two or three pounds a week, I can truly be at goal weight in February 2012 when I come home. That’s amazingly exciting!
You know what else is exciting? New porn!
Donovan’s email last week promised eight new movies. Given what I brought with me, I truly have more porn than I could probably watch. But that’s okay, because porn involves a lot of fast forwarding.
I did try to watch Sex Trek for its plot the other day. It was a pretty thin plot, really.
As I finish this week’s post, I’ll share a thought that occurred to me this week. I do a lot of work here, but I also have a lot of spare time. I take tons of naps, I watch a lot of “television,” and I exercise. I still have lots of time left over. I watch more television. I nap even more.
Frankly, I have NEVER been so well rested in my entire life. I’m barely sticking to any sort of sleep schedule at all. I just make sure I’m awake when I know that I need to collect data, I make sure I’m awake during that painfully short four hour period of satellite internet that I get once a week, and beyond that, I sleep when I feel like it. There are no days or nights here, and without dealing with people I must interact with, there’s no need to be awake or asleep at certain times. I sleep when I feel like it, and it’s working pretty good for me.
But despite all of that, I have tons of free time. And I watch a lot of porn.
Seriously, not even joking, I have far more porn here than I ever did at home. I may need to look into a pornography addiction program when I get back home in two years. But I’m finding myself ridiculously horny all the time.
Since I’ve already decided I’ll just share whatever, I’ll just keep sharing. Sorry if this is too much information. But I also masturbate constantly. It’s a form of exercise, right?
Anyway, it occurred to me, since I am alone and don’t have to worry about anyone walking in, that I may become a compulsive masturbator while I am here. I hope I don’t so completely forget society’s norms that I end up masturbating in Wal-Mart or something when I get home.
Part of my horniness is also a realization that I am going to be coming home a brand new person. I’ve shared how pitiful my sex life was before I came here. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve slept with exactly two women. I really thought one of them was going to be my girlfriend, but… well, it didn’t exactly happen that way.
Does it make me a horrible, shallow person that before I try to find a girlfriend, I want to live as a whore for a while? I want to have meaningless sex with hot women, just because I’ll also be hot.
Well, I don’t care if it makes me shallow. As soon as I’m hot, I’m doing it.
‘Til then, I’ll keep practicing with porn.
That may be the saddest sentence I’ve ever written.
Pornfully yours,
Mason
