Paper-towel O'clock, photo by K.K. Remus
Captain's blog: 0408...whatever. I'm in this vessel made mostly of wood, orbiting a star known as "El Sol." El Sol O Mio! I belt out, occassionally. Nobody laughs. It ain't funny.
I walk bleary-eyed from my sleeping quarters to the eating quarters, hoping to determine how long I overslept.
I see that it is "paper-towel o'clock." This means nothing to me. The clock is "atomic" in that it receives a radio signal from the NIST-F1, a cesium fountain clock at the National Institute of Standards of Technology in Colorado, but it is only as accurate as the paper towel roll will allow.
I walk to the adjacent mess hall--aptly named, for it really is a mess--and I see a furry white creature sprawled on a light flooded (by El Sol) table, that appears to have a laptop computer instead of a head. I guess paper-towel O'clock means it's time for Computer-head to take a siesta.
Other than that, I have no idea what any of this means or what I am supposed to do with this information.
Captain Karen Love Me Some Captain Kirk Remus, signing off.
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