Saturday, March 28, 2015

Especially for Mrs. Pike and Slick

Lithus and I were walking down the street the other day and heard a song coming from the convertible stopped at the red light. It was a lovely ballad love song, with a nice hook, so I listened as we all waited for the light to change.

Shawty, I don’t mind If you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind when you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home, girl, I don’t mind

Writer(s): Matthew Shafer, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Drayton Goss, Michael Bradford
Copyright: Janice Combs Publishing Inc., Seven Peaks Music, Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Hoodlife Publishing, Gaje Music Inc., Gaje Music, Chaserayn Music Publishing LLC, Chunky Style Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Now, I have to say ~ I respect the point of this song. I respect it great deal. That being said, you know the lovely ballad lovesong I'd really like someone to write?

One that goes more like this:

Woman, I don't care if you have a PhD
If you're highly educated and will out-earn me.
Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
I'll do the laundry, laundry, laundry.

You can wear your lab coat, or a suit
I'll always respect you and think you're cute
It's your whole package I adore,
You've worked hard all day, so I'll run to the store.

Writer: The Boston Pobble

But somehow...I don't think that's happening any time soon. Sadly.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

I'll Drink to Him

By now you've heard about Germanwings flight 9525 that crashed into the French Alps, killing 150 people on board. And you've probably heard this morning's news ~ that the crash wasn't an accident. That the young co-pilot asked for control of the aircraft and locked the pilot-in-command out when he stepped out of the cockpit. Then, for reasons we may never know, that young second-in-command flew the aircraft and those 149 other people into the ground. 

Here in the US, when one of the pilots steps out of the cockpit, a member of the flight crew has to step in. No cockpit ever only has one person in it. That way, if the pilot in control has a medical emergency ~ or is suicidal ~ there is someone inside to open the cockpit door for the other pilot. Europe has (had, because you'd better believe they will now) no regulation to that effect. Pilots can leave one person in the cockpit without breaking regs. That nuance fed this situation. 

It was a hard morning here at Casa de Pobble when we read this news. Aviation tragedies are always tough in the homes of commercial pilots, if it's the same industry or not. There's a sense of losing some of one's own.

And to discover it was an intentional act committed by a professional pilot... sigh. That makes it personal in some way.

Pilots are guilty until proven innocent when lives are lost. The default is "pilot error" never "equipment failure." And even when equipment failure is discovered, the question "well, did they panic when it failed?" gets asked. We want someone to blame.

When it turns out to be entirely pilot error ~ not even error, but intent ~ the pilots I know take it personally. That one pilot has stained them all. Has put an asterisk next to every pilot's name.

This morning, though, this morning Lithus and I lifted our coffee mugs to another pilot. Not the SIC who took control and flew his aircraft into the ground. But to the pilot in command. 

According to the latest reports, the pilot in command (PIC), who didn't break regs by leaving the cockpit, can be heard over an intercom trying to get the SIC to open the door. Then he can be heard knocking on the door. Then he can be heard trying to break the door down. He, a man who more than most understood that nothing and no one could get through that door, kept trying. 

If the reports are correct, and I hope they are, he didn't break the trust of his passengers and crew. He fought for control of his aircraft as hard as if he had been sitting in the cockpit, fighting an equipment failure. He didn't quit. He didn't stop. He didn't fail.

So I ask you, dear friends of Pobble, to remember that pilot. Who didn't break trust and went down with his ship trying to save lives, even knowing it was futile. Because those really are the men and women in our skies, even if we don't think about them much.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.

Friday, March 20, 2015

It's Spring

We've made it through winter, my friends. Yes, I know for many of my readers, there's snow falling and on its ways. But that's just weather. The reality is Spring is here. 

I've always felt that if one was going to make resolutions, today was a far better day to do so than New Year's. That's just a random turning of the calendar page. Today has far more going for it in terms of fresh starts and new beginnings.

So happy Ostara, dear ones. Blessed be.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Yep, That Kinda Sucked

Remember there was all this excitement because there was Mardi Gras? And then there was Starbuck's visit. And there was this great build up and then you heard about, oh, I don't know, absolutely none of it? Yeah...

Mardi Gras was fun. Starbuck's visit was ah-fucking-mayzing. There was the amusement with the cabbie. Then, that afternoon, the Canadian parent company walked into the American branch where Lithus worked and shut it down. Effectively immediately. With absolutely no warning whatsoever. Before Starbuck's plane had ever left NOLA.

We were shocked. If anything, there had been serious indications that things were going better than expected just 2 weeks before. Then *boom*. The American branch of this helicopter company was no more. Just like that, we no longer worked with Country Boy or M-O-M. Once again, unemployed. One more paycheck, followed by a 2 week severance. Medical insurance would run out at the end of March. Done and done.

Plus, did I mention we no longer work with Country Boy and M-O-M? Yeah...

Lithus is impressive though, and has some really solid contacts in the industry. All's well again. He was employed by the end of that week. And as of today, health insurance has been figured out. It was that last stressor that still had me spun up (although I didn't even realize it until we had everything in line and suddenly I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding).

Here's the thing though ~ how often have I written this story? How often have I told you this exact same thing? It doesn't get any easier to live through, but shit, I'm really tired of telling this story. Even if you're not tired of hearing it.

The ending is happy. Employed. Insured. Safe and well. But the last month? Yeah, that kinda sucked.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Questions For You...

Big Ol' Edited To Add here ~ while I appreciate greatly my phone, text, and email blowing up with concerned readers, let me assure you I am okay! Lithus is okay! We are okay!

I'm not even looking for advice, or support. It really is just about my wondering about other people's thoughts on their lives and how they handle their own experiences.


And I do hope some of you answer, because I'm intrigued to know other people's thoughts on this.

At what point do you say "enough"? Is there ever too much? When you can no longer understand, accept, not judge, adapt to the situation? When do you realize you have to walk away from a person, relationship, or situation? And do you consider it a defeat to do so ~ or is it taking back your power?

So much right up in my face these days.

Those are Pobble Questions. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

From 2 to 3

For about 10 nights now, I have been awake from approximately 2:00 am to approximately 3:00 am. Being a nightowl, this isn't usually a problem. Except that I haven't been awake intentionally during that hour any of these nights.

Generally, I go to bed between midnight and 1:00 am. Wake up between 8:00 am and 8:30 am. Only for the last week and a half, there's been that hour-long interlude stuck in there.

Nothing going on. My brain wasn't whirling. My stress wasn't stressing. Nothing was hurting or uncomfortable. I was just awake.

Last night, I finally took Lithus' advice and took a benedryl. 


Sleep is a good thing, people. Today, I have been energetic. Productive. Peaceful. Witty. Sharp.

Did I know the sleep schedule was taking its toll? Of course. But I had no idea just how much. 

Sleep: it comes highly recommended.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.

Monday, March 09, 2015


STOP killing men of color like Anthony (Tony) Robinson.

STOP killing men of color like Ahmed Al-Jumaili.

STOP killing women of color like Penny Proud.

What the fuck is wrong with us as white people? That we are accepting this in our society? That we are accepting this in each other? That we somehow think killing other people is an appropriate response to...what? The threat of an unarmed black man? The delight in an Iraqi seeing snow for the first time? A transwoman walking down the street?

Yes, those are dangerous, dangerous individuals. Shoot to kill. Protect yourself.

What the fuck is wrong with us.

Just...stop. And shame on you, me, us, that we even have to be told to stop in the first place.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.