Au Revoir, M!

I must say, M's visit was absolutely splendidly and mostly went according to the plans I had others make. Of course, there were a few minor snags, but whatev.

First, although I believe the rule is lame and stupid and controlling, I specifically warned M in her last post NOT TO BRING LIQUID on the plane. But perhaps my saying that it is the "first deadly sin" was ambiguous to her, because she had an altercation with big-word-using security personnel at our country's largest airport. M will tell you this story in her own words.

At the really big mall we visited, M got upset because I wouldn't take her to see the roller coaster. When I couldn't find her after 10 minutes, I asked security to page a "curly blonde in a snit" and they said that someone fitting that description had just been by looking for a "short jerkass with a 'tude," and so we reunited.

We saw many sites, some of which were absolutely crawling with tourists and, worse, children tourists who were cartoonishly hyper, but all in all, I think M was impressed by some of our country's natural wonders. This graffiti we found sums up the trip nicely: You can feel the meaning, even if it is a little flawed.



(Thanks to whoever sprayed this. It made my fuken day!)

Spellbound in K-Town

About, oh, two years ago, M announced that she was moving away from the superfantastic city where we both lived to another, smaller, less cool place. I'll admit, I was pretty bummed. Whose fridge was I supposed to raid? From whom would I take DVDs? I'd watched all of mine already!

After M settled in, I hopped on the noblest form of transportation (aka, the bus) to borrow her DVDs, visit, and check out her new home -- known as K-Town. If you think I'm about to start ragging on it, then you'd be right. I immediately made a few choice observations:

1. There are a lot of pregnant teenagers, or teenagers with babies.
2. The bus station is a cool place to hang out, and the security guards make you feel like you're in a nightclub that smells of piss.
3. There are spelling errors everywhere.

And I mean EVERYWHERE. (I actually have a theory that the city is run by guinea pigs, but my proof is scant.) So now whenever I visit, we make a game of seeing who can spot the most spelling mistakes. Winner gets a coffee and a muffin. This is one that earned me a large double double and a blueberry bran.


This sign was posted on most city buses. Seriously.


I was so fucking happy that day.