I Am A Fat Coward

I just got back from playing soccer with the Thais.  It nearly killed me.  God I've gotten old and worthless.  I could barely walk out after playing for like an hour.  So cowardly.  I did pretty well.  Almost scored a few times.  I tower over all of the Thai guys of course, so they are all terrified of me.  But still, I brought great shame to my country, drenched in sweat, on the verge of collapse.  I publicly vow to run around like an idiot more often, until the very idea of exercise doesn't make me light-headed.  I pinky swear.

Same old Noddy Party out at Frigate Point.  Can you find the one that doesn't fit in with the others?

Short-tailed Albatross are not immune to the Bloodlust.  Apparently, the loner  bird that thinks he's a Black-footed got into a scrape yesterday.  I don't know if this is his blood or someone else's, but somebody clearly lost the fight.  I'm assuming the BFAL of his affections finally lost her temper and gave him what for.

Bonin Petrels At Sunset Are Truly Romantic

I didn't take a lot of photos today.  Mostly I stood around reading Goony bands and banding Goonies.  It was chill.  It was so chill, I'm ready to go back out and do it tomorrow!  In other news, yesterday was BJ's birthday.  So if you're one of those lucky people who know the name Bobby Joe Smalling, call him up and say happy birthday!

A Green Sea-turtle checking stuff out at the cargo pier.

This is what the goonies do when they get a hold of you.  The bloodlust.  I only got one bite today.  I was lucky.