Oh, it is good to be home having returned from a trip away to a foreign country. Man, was that a sketchy ride. And the locals are just plain whacked. I didn’t understand a damn thing they were doing the entire time. Or…wait. That was (is?) home. This is the foreign country. Right?
So, I want to thank all (three) of you that emailed to ask about content. Frankly, I’m appalled. I mean, with all the distraction that the InterWeb offers, you choose to hang out here. Did AOL close? Is YouTube out of content? MySpace not responding?
*…goes into Goldie Hawn mode…*
“You like me! You really like me!”
Seriously, I was taken aback by the queries. I honestly figured that no one checked this psychic vent out (while secretly hoping that The Wife does). Okay, in retrospect, it would be logical that this would be a means of communication to The Folks Back Home to keep in touch, or at least keep up with the goings on here. Sometimes I am not good with the whole Elephant in the Room thing. Just ask The Wife.
So, I am busily scribbling away at this madness, with a number of future posts promising to regale the hushed and awed audience with wild stories of nightlife in Baghdad, going out clubbing, raucous jaunts in the Theater District, and the art scene in the Syrian Desert. Oh, plus the one night where we got all in a tiff over the Syrah wine served us in this one dive, none of which will be true.
Therefore, some of the future postings will not be in chronological order, so it is highly recommended that the careful reader not look too hard trying to figure out what I am doing right this moment. In this case, the smart alecky trivial answer of “duh, sitting in front of your computer typing” is the correct one. I am putting down my remembrances, just some of the more amusing and telling stories, nothing more. Some are current, some are not, and I won’t tell you which is which. Hopefully, it will be more like Vonnegut’s Slaughter House Five, and not just a collection of disjointed ramblings.
Then again, come to think of it, Slaughter House Five was a collection of disjointed ramblings.
Crap.
Okay, hopefully it will be better than Cats or Rent. Or at least Hair. I think I can outdo Hair.
Re the Elephant In The Room thing: you’re darned tootin’ these verbal wanderings are a way for the folks in the foreign land we call home to see what was up in your neck of the woods. This and the pics are how we know you were still hopping, at least as of a few days ago. And they are an interesting read/sight to boot. Keep ’em coming, son. Plus, I’m sure the censors find them amusing, too.
There you have it. Two votes for sucking at realizing the obvious.
I think most cultures consider people alive, until they are dead. I will consider you dead, until I see you alive. That is contrary to percieved belief, I know. Do not be alarmed. Where are you? REREAD.
You cant elephant in the room me. Dont fool yourself either. Check six, bitch, (HEY FAG PUT YOUR NODS ON, I LOVE YOU DOOZER, MORE AMMO! (joke))
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, I LOVE YOU BRO.
It’s almost like the same feeling I get when reading William S. Burroughs. Just when I think I get it… um, no, I don’t.