Word of the Week: Defenestration

de·fen·es·tra·tion [dee-fen-uh-strey-shuhn] noun
The act of throwing a thing or especially a person out of a window.

You Gotta Be Loco to Drive

Posted: September 4th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Life | Tags: , | No Comments »

I just got back from my trip to the Dominican Republic. The drivers there are insane! It’s probably still better than India, but it’s still worse than what I’m used to. Our tour guide summed it up like this:

“You have to be crazy to drive here man. Loco. We have one speed limit: go as fast as you go. And we don’t have signs, we just beep each other man. Beep once and you’re saying ‘hola’ to the guy; beep twice and you’re saying ‘get out of the way!’; beep three times? Well, now you just being an asshole. You don’t even need a license here man, you could get it, or you can just pay someone $80 and they’ll make you one.”

I saw so many cars drive against the traffic to make illegal turns. I saw cars passing each other on two-lane roads. That’s not that big of a deal, you could do that over here if the coast is clear, but I’ve never seen a car trying to overtake a car in the opposite lane, while another car was already attempting the same maneuver! There were three cars going in one direction on a two-lane road that had two-way traffic. Insane.

Well, I’m still alive! I just gotta get some sleep because I’ve got work for the next two days.


Blaze of Glory

Posted: August 27th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Life | Tags: , , | 1 Comment »

You know why I write posts before I fly out on a trip? In case I die.

Redford, why do you even think like that?

Remember when I asked what the last thing people would wear before they turn into a zombie would be? And I got all those replies from my legions of fans? Same idea I guess. This could be the last thing I ever write, and I’m fairly conscious of that fact when I write these blogs. Well, maybe not with my pre-HK/Korea one. I can imagine that being my last post ever. I quite like that poem to be honest, with the exception of using “forming” three times in the last stanza. Then there’s my pre-England 2009 trip. Not sure what I was doing there. Well then! This completely discredits my original claim about me worrying about the legacy I leave behind!

I guess I’ll close in saying I’m going to haunt you bastards if something happens.