When Laura, my landlord, first saw Spawn of Taz, she asked me if I was going to paint a pair of big red lips on the airbrushed Taz on the back deck. I looked at her quizzically. She explained herself. Obviously my boat is my mistress, and as such, Taz should have some big red lips.

It was an interesting perspective not entirely far off either. My training has led to the demise of two relationships thus far. It is doubtful this trend will be limited to two either.

If Spawn of Taz is my mistress, then my mistress has been grumpy during the last couple of days. The first few days in the boat were more just fiddling around, trying to get a feel for the thing. Now, during the last couple of mornings, we have been doing fulls and discovering I very much am not exactly sure what is going to happen all of the time in Spawn. Every now and then Spawn just reaches up and smacks me, and I'm not particularly liking this part.

The sliceyness of the stern and the bounciness of the bow, I am not really in control of them yet. Every now and then, Spawn just jumps up and runs off, to where I have yet to figure out. In those last two sentences, did you notice the key word in both. Yes, it was the word, "yet." I shall and will be victorious!...hopefully.