I’m getting well tired of the rain…it’s rained about 18 days out of the last 20…I think since I’m on a Vespa I have more right to complain than the Italians do 😉
Not only is it rainy, but it was quite cold tonight riding home. Supposed to get below freezing a couple nights this week.
remember how I mentioned I was going to buy some gloves a few weeks ago…well of course I haven’t done it yet. In general procrastinating has served me quite well. Only occasionally do I get stung…My little cotton gloves have holes in several fingers 🙂

Man, I’m lazy sometimes…I really hate going to Carrefour (the wal-mart like monstrosity)…I’ll have to hold out til payday I think…

Bowling night tomorrow…Since one colleague is already talking trash I plan to humble him in a big way…

In response to my post a couple days ago critiscising Tony for paying for sex with a 17yo…I read today that the legal age is 14 in Italy and that prostitution is in fact legal (with the caveat that it is illegal to profit from it – which warrants a great big WTF!)…which means that Tony didn’t break any laws (this week)…Which means I can’t point out any hypocrisy on his part.

Anyways since I’m on prostitution I have to say I was surprised after moving here at having to see the girls on the street. I haven’t seen that in a while. In Germany (as well as France and the Netherlands – at least…Probably more EU countries) they have brothels – which makes more sense to me. Keep it safe and clean for everyone (test the workers and keep them safe and free from abuse).

I got a flat on my vespa today…really hard to drive with a flat…It happened about 100 meters from the office parking lot and it was quite a struggle to get it even close…the back tire wouldn’t turn so much as I was trying to push. I got it close and decided to park it and go for help…somehow I got it.
I was just hoping for some help getting it across the street and into the parking lot, but a colleague saw us and stopped. We changed the tire on the sidewalk and then I got it to the parking lot…by the time I left for the day the spare tire was flat…So I borrowed a car (I hate driving a car in Italy!) and took the tire to the Vespa dude where he swapped out the tube (I didn’t realized the tire was tubed)…How old skool is that?

Finally made it home, but it’s late…

Here’s some stolen pics from Matt, Jeff and Bergers trip here last August…These are all Monterosso except the two at the train station…That’s Carrara…they are slowly shrinking the mountain to get marble for the sidewalks here (and rich people abroad).

A long few months ago (huh) someone sent me a link to a similar video as this…the first one isn’t viewable, but this is some nice technology so I just made a new one (vain!)…anyways, it’s a giggle…

if the embedding isn’t working try this link…http://en.tackfilm2.se/?id=1287595887268ID66

I’m not sure why I never really noticed this before (I haven’t been the the UK in a while tho. That may be it), but the brits are really polite. Almost annoyingly so. They’re very fond of Please and thank yous.
For example if you’re in a store they will ask for (example) 10 pounds please. Thank you. When you hand them money they say thank you a second time, and then again when they give you change. It’s disconcerting.

But also when they’re giving you bad news they’re so sincere. In the states you might hear some canned response like “Thank you for choosing Wal-Mart” or some such shit…and you know it’s just fakery and they don’t mean it, but in england it doesn’t matter what they’re saying – I just want to believe them cuz they’re saying it so nicely.
“I’m sorry, but we had to put your children down because they were a nuisance”. I’m so sorry. Thank you
Or
“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to have sex with you”.

Just two random examples, but ya gotta love the brits 🙂

Off to London tomorrow…since I mentioned death plans and I don’t expect that I can dodge the terrorist bullets very well…Just in case I die my preferred funeral (root word is “fun”) would be everyone feeding me to piranha and then feeding the piranha to alligators. Someone needs to bring booze and someone needs to say something nice 😉 That’s about it…Matt can divy up my stuff….

This is a legally binding will right?

If the logistics or law gets in the way of feeding piranha with people then just cremate me and give a bit to everyone who shows up…Then each person can scatter me as you will. 🙂
That is all…

Random out of context quote of the day:
Andreas: There’s something fundamentally wrong with America…

Amen brother…

This made me giggle…