OceanGate is hiring!
If you’ve played video games on a console, then you are ready to “operate complex systems.”
It’s not clear if this ad was posted before or after the spectacular implosion of their submersible, but at any rate, I think this company is doomed and everyone employed there should be getting out fast.
It just went “whoompf”
Call off the search, the missing submersible has been found.
The ROV found a nose cone from the submersible that led them to finding a large debris field that was from the vessel, Rear Adm. John Mauger told reporters. “That was the first indication that there was a catastrophic event,” he said.
It was a catastrophic implosion.
The good news: the passengers’ demise was very, very, very quick, and they probably didn’t even realize what was happening.
We’re in the countdown phase: newspapers are now reporting estimates of the number of hours of oxygen left in the device. That’s like estimating the degree of misery and suffering five people might currently be experiencing on the basis of practically no information.
It’s fairly roomy for a crypt
The tourist submersible that went missing while exploring the Titanic wreck was previously the target of safety complaints from an employee of OceanGate, the parent company that owns the sub and runs tourist expeditions of the wreck. That employee complained specifically that the sub was not capable of descending to such extreme depths before he was fired.
That’s according to legal documents obtained by The New Republic. According to the court documents, in a 2018 case, OceanGate employee David Lochridge, a submersible pilot, voiced concerns about the safety of the sub. According to a press release, Lochridge was director of marine operations at the time, “responsible for the safety of all crew and clients.”
I’ll make two bold predictions: 1) the submersible and its occupants are the victims of a catastrophic implosion. 2) Hoo boy, the lawsuits that are about to land on OceanGate means that company will catastrophically cease to exist.
I’ve seen that chess movie with Anya Taylor-Joy, and now I have lived it.
It’s true. She totally crushed me. I could say that I haven’t played chess in 30 years, but it won’t help, since Iliana had never played it before at all.
Minnesota is a fine state, with one great flaw: we’re nowhere near an ocean. It’s about as far from a seacoast as you can get.
At least Knut got to spend Fathers Day at the Pacific Ocean.
I wish someone would take me to the beach.
I don’t have a father anymore, and I miss him all the time. If you got one, give him a call!
I spent the weekend with my daughter and granddaughter (National Grandparents Day is on Sunday, 10 September, my wife’s birthday, so that’ll be easy to remember), and Skatje fixed a delicious dinner of fish and mushrooms, while Iliana made festive mudcakes. I haven’t heard from my oldest son yet, but that’s better than what my other son did — he called to tell me he’s going camping at the Mora Campground near La Push, and he didn’t invite me! I’m very upset. I love that part of the world.
He also reminded me of one time I was camping out that way with my brother, Jim, and how we got soaked in the constant rain there and drove into Forks to get cheeseburgers. It’s weird how the older you get, the more associations every bit of dirt on the planet acquires, and everything keeps bringing back old memories.
Anyway, Jim’s dead now too, and he left behind 3 kids who I hope are all remembering him today.
Now I need to go recover from hours of driving and an exhausting 4 year old.
It involves the complicated history of South Korea.
I’m also going to recommend BTS — catchy songs, with the cutest boys ever.
Hey, I have a grandson who meets Ronny Chieng’s prerequisites for being a K-Pop star. A few more years, maybe he can fund my retirement.
Ciao!
Silvio Berlusconi, Italy’s own proto-Trump, is dead.
One less flamboyant, sexist crook in the world.
I’d practically forgotten about him, but yeah, sure, taking out the garbage, good. But really, I’m beginning to feel like Death is procrastinating. Henry Kissinger is right there in New York! No more lesser evils until you’ve cleaned up the big one.
PAT ROBERTSON IS DEAD! Everyone must dance.
He really was an awful person. It’s just too bad he lived to spew lies for 93 years.
Rebecca Watson reams out his corpse.
