Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).
When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".
When the boat is still being built, your say "it".
When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".
When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".
When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.
If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").
If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")
If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").
If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.
If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.
I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.
Lego MOC ship
designed by TS Kang
Instagram - @art_house_colts
You may enjoy the ship’s short video on my YouTube with a beautiful music of ‘violin concerto’ by Jean Marie Leclair.
--Hey, didja hear what happened to Brett?
--No, tell me!
--Well, last night, some assholes came out to his dock and ripped off his Johnson.
--What?! Is he gonna be okay?
--Yeah, he was in bed, he slept through the whole thing.
--How can someone sleep through getting their Johnson ripped off?
--Yeah, he's a pretty heavy sleeper, I guess.
--That's... so weird. But is he gonna be okay?
--Oh, he's not hurt at all. They never even came in the house.
--Wait, what?!
--They didn't actually make much noise. But now he needs to borrow your truck.
--To go to the hospital?
--Huh? No, to pick up his spare.
--His spare what?
--His spare Johnson. It's in his shop.
--Okay, why are you messing with me like this?
--What! He's got his spare Johnson up at his shop. He just needs your truck to bring it down here.
--He needs my truck. To pick up his spare Johnson. And attach it, right? After getting his original Johnson ripped off, and he didn't even wake up... or bleed out! Look, what the...
--Well, they didn't actually rip it off, I meant he got ripped off. They had tools, and they unbolted it from the back of the transom.
--...Transom??
--Yeah, you know, the board at the back of the skiff? Where the motor sits?
<long pause>
--You're talking about an outboard motor. A fucking Johnson brand outboard fucking motor.
--Uh, yeah? What did you think I was talking about?
A palo seco · El Port de Barcelona
Ailatan Engel · flickr · IG · MM · 500px
.life surrounds us.
Scene from a local life in Bangkok, Thailand | Dec 2019
Tonight, I attended the packed opening of John Behan's exhibition 'Walking Into Eternity' at Solomon Fine Art, Balfe Street, Dublin 2 D02 T802. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Meeting John was a pleasure.
My favourite sculpture, that I had managed to view, was 'Parkavera Oar Boat' 2024 due to its minimalist design. I also liked 'Van Gogh's Boots on Chair' 2024 and 'Van Gogh's Boots' 2024 because of their striking simplicity. 'The Citizen' was to me, the most humorous and likely artwork. John's exhibition will run until 16th Nov 2024. It was well worth the effort to attend.
Eyeballs. 👀
I think we’re all broken,
you whisper to the dark shimmering water lapping against the hull.
I can see our reflections—
You, halved in white and
Me, fading to black like an old film reel.
Broken how?
I don’t really need you to answer, not really. We’re cursed,
I know and you know, too, so you just laugh.
Even that sounds like shattering glass.
What is it about stars and streetlights and silent European nights
that tear us open to the core?
Cursed, you whisper,
And suddenly thousands of years worth of history and ghosts and
fiends are clamouring for release beneath
The liquid obsidian rocking the boat.
Cursed, I whisper, but remind me:
Aren’t curses simply blessings from below?
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— Cruise on the Danube (y.c.)
Art dump: This was made for a cosplay cafe I was a part of. :3
I got to be Musashi. <3 It was a relatively fun cafe to be in. This was the only convention I brought this cosplay to. Still not used to doing female characters. >3<
So I need to babble about a contrast I noticed between two 'cold boys in boats' shows: The Terror and The North Water. So, in The North Water, Jack O'Connell is wonderful as ship's surgeon Patrick Sumner.
But, and this is a regretful but, a decision made by his character/the show's writers just straight up *busted* the show for me. He's supposedly (due to complex backstory reasons) addicted to laudanum/opium. Yet, in the third ep, he apparently decides to send *his whole supply* off with someone else, to somewhere else, and, it being the heckin' arctic, therefore loses it. I remember straight-up pausing the show to go rant to my partner "Is it this bitch's first day as a drug addict? He didn't even keep *any* on his person at all times? Come the heck on!"
Where in The Terror, after three years stuck in ice, this absolute madlad, Mr Blanky, still has his tobacco for his last smoke, on his person, at all times:
And gleefully takes it while waiting for the monsterbear to kill him. *That's* a sailor with an addiction I can believe in!
Under the clear blue sky~🌟