drowned rat: i imagine swimming locks (you mean the Rideau canal?) would be difficult...especially as you run across numerous corpses of parlimentarains, trussed in leather and chains, like unwanted kittens, who prolonged one filibuster too many...and dealt with Jeans valentine operatives...but then there are worse deaths...and it could be said they asked for it...everyone but them knew the appointed ethics commisionner is a moonlighter, his regular gig is as a reptillian alien bodysnatcher for the trilateral commission, or freemasons..have they not heard of the internet? Its all there. But no snorkel could save you in that graveyard.
Cbulla: glad you liked it. Bit of a wordsplosion...i usually read scubaboard after supper while i have an urn of espresso. Third cup one starts to blast away...it cant help playing wagner either . Scubaboard begins to seem a mythical world of valiant heros slaying dragons, longhaired vixens in gilded vavavoom breastplates, gnomes, evil pixies,coy virgins, golden chalices, learned snakes and magical horses.
But i think you do your son well. The snorkel as teether is another example of versatility. Teach them well.
Bermudaskink: i liked your original photo of you submerged, flashing the double occult symbols of unleashed two-headed demondogs. It seems every commonwealth country has a sweetheart hitsquad...(very informative, the internet)...God Save Eileen. Love your new photo...cant recall what macabre symbology the star over the eye suggests....but i detect a snorkel present... so you have a license to kill...apparently...and trained to use it. But i warn you not to try anything cute ... were hardmen on this board...trained, inassailable...your Taekwondo like tossed corsages....men such as Seajay, Learn-Scuba,myself and select others, would make a short work of you.
The bit about the 6 gardenhose snorkel, the guillotine with bleeding and unhappy face, beneath a happier one, ... advice that one may dive naked in warm soothing water....very cryptic, i presage a irresistible siren...luring jaded submariners onto luscious rocks...your sorceress-ery would be little but amusing underwater hocus-pocus to the breed of sailor one finds on these boards...but what did you mean anyway?