This and That

Scott and Alicia moved into their new place. Here's Alicia's first impressions of her new home: "The only thing that kinda sucks is that the first floor tenants have a dog and the back yard is a poop land mine. We have to walk through here to get to the car. We think they’re a bunch of hippies – it always smells like inscents."

It sounds like they moved to India! There's poop everywhere here and not just dog poop but also bird poop, cow poop, elephant poop, horse poop, monkey poop, people poop etc. etc. It's like a poop emporium. Also, there are inscents but it has nothing to do with the hippie movement. The inscents are for the poop smell. Who'd want to buy a beautiful sari if it smelled like poop?

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In other news: I finally called home. I've been out here for about five or so weeks and have not been in touch with the familia, more specifically my mother, since leaving. She thought someone had died because I called her at 2am BC time. Sometimes I can be such an a-hole. This is why I don't call. I end up feeling bad regardless of whether or not I am in touch.... I didn't do it on purpose for all it's worth. The line cut out just as she was about to fight over my out of touchness.



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My next gift according to Lulu. It's mean... but I want one. What did the Hoff ever do to anyone to deserve this kind of treatment? Also, why can't he come to India while I'm still around? The man was bestowed the international star of the year award by the Indian entertainment industry. So far, Bush and Clinton have been here. Brian Adams practically lives here. Why not Mr. Hoff?





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This is in reference to my "Strangers on a train" post.

Paul emailed this: "By any chance was he yelling "I'm King of the world!" and you were like "Get down Jack! Get down... oh, Jack, you're so crazy.""

It was almost like that! Only he wasn't a talented and poor hobo artist who drowned on account of wanting me to go on and have babies as I selfishly hogged the entire door frame. Come on Rose! There was plenty of room to share that floating door. I didn't cry in that movie for a reason. Stupidity leaves me cold. It's like trying to squeeze blood from a rock.


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Whenever I look up at the moon I think of Denise. This happened quite frequently in Goa where I saw a red full moon. Quite the cool sight. It's happening again up here. She told me about the moon in South America back in January. The moon is different out here too. It hangs like a cup in the sky these days.

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On the way up here I saw something rather disturbing.... not really all that horrible I suppose but it caught me off guard. I saw a tractor with a trailer attached. The trailor consisted of a metal cage and in it were a hundred or so school children in uniform. Their little fingers clamped around the wire cage so they would fall. The words "School Bus" were painted on the bottom of the trailer. Yikes.