Aye, an' the Sea Hag'll Respond to Yer Natterin' Ons...

The Sea Hag is back from visiting another body of water, Lake Tahoe. This one's a lot more lively than the Sea Hag is used to, and she was set back a bit on Saturday afternoon from a couple of Gar Wood's famous Wet Woody's...

And I've returned to quite a few comments on the Sea Hag Chronicles. How 'besciting! This blog thing actually works. In any case, the Sea Hag has decided that rather than let you all (all 5 of you, thus far) hang with your questions and comments, thinking that they've merely been sucked up into the black hole of the Internet netherworld, I shall respond here in the blog. AM I NOT MERCIFUL?

1) To Stepford Wife #87: When I look outside my window, I see Richardson Bay. So unfortunately, that prevents me from keeping an eye out for neighbors when I'm running the gauntlet on my way out. However, I did look out my window one night to see an entire family slowly canoing by, dragging some large construct with them. They returned a few minutes later, sans construct. What secret midnight task were they undertaking? Something nefarious and criminal, no doubt...

2) To Chris: Like I wouldn't remember. How could I forget the purple and yellow world that is Yahoo!? Also, most people already know this, but Terry Seimel's daughter is on a reality show about rich, spoiled kids going off to the cattle farm and making fools of themselves with their city slicker ways. I caught two seconds of it last night, but turned it off after the rich kids got lost on the prarie but somehow found their way to a shopping center. How proud Terry must be... But Chris, in response to your actual comment: Funny you should mention the Hug Life thing. When I told my bro about Mrs. Tupac living next door, he responded that I should tattoo "Thug Life" across my stomach. I'm planning on running off to Sausalito's premierest tattoo parlor...Incidentally, Mrs. Tupac appears to be in residence as of the last couple of days. At least, someone from her camp does. The lights in her place are on, but I haven't seen anyone. So my campaign to be best friends with her has not been put into action.

3) To Kare Anderson: Your friend has deep purple hair? Does she/he also enjoy Deep Purple, the band? Given the old hippy contigent in Sausalito, you'd think there'd be firm roots in classic rock. However, there seems to be more of an affinity for lite jazz. Luckily, there are still a few holdovers of the hippy era around the houseboat community. Old grizzly guys, drinking out of their paper bags, who look like a strong wind might break their little stick legs. My guess is they live on the shanty pier, with the lean-to shack houseboats painted with psychedelic skulls. Old man, take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you...

4) To perfectoinsecto: That's a good mantra. But I think my mantra is more along the lines of "No...wire...hangers...ever!" or perhaps "You just like me...You smart and mean!" Or even "I don't understand the question and I won't respond to it." Anyone who guesses what the last two quotes are from wins a toothless kiss from the wrinkled, ancient lips of the Sea Hag.

5) To the irrepressible Mark French: Don't worry. I've got both eyes open, and I'm on the lookout for any kayak-by shootings.

Until next time, the Sea Hag bids adieu to you and you and you.