Cost of the War in Iraq
(JavaScript Error)
SO YOU'RE HERE. NOW WHAT?
If you're curious about my latest travels, look under Reports. If you want to feel better about your own rage issues, read some of my Rants. For a collection of unrelated and unexplainable stuff, see Random. If you're more interested in my opinions than a sane person should be, read my Blog (you'll be the first). And finally, if you want to see how I can afford to keep this utter waste-of-time on "The InterWeb," see my Work.
REPORTS
Puerto Rico: Where so many people speak Spanish, you think you're in California.
Planning a vacation in a foreign land can really be a pain, what with finding lost passports, figuring out currency exchange rates, and overcoming language problems (ours). Frankly, it sometimes makes sense to not even bother. That's how we ended up spending a week in the not-so-exotic—but still technically foreign— Commonwealth of Puerto Rico.
We thought going to a US commonwealth would make for an easy, relaxing getaway, but apparently United Airlines didn't get the memo. After our red-eye to Washington/Dulles touched down, we were cheerfully informed that "the local time was 7:30 am." Tired and bleary-eyed from trying to sleep in legroom-free Economy Class seating, we changed the time zone on our watches in accordance and listened for our departing gate which they said was D2. While relaxing at Gate D2, it slowly dawned on us that something was wrong. As it turned out, two things were wrong—the time and our gate number. Our flight to Puerto Rico had left an hour earlier from a different gate.
RANTS
Tens of people wonder: Why aren't I famous yet?
This question has been nagging me, and I'm sure others, for quite some time now. It seems inconceivable to me that someone with my obvious mass appeal goes about daily life wholly ignored by most of humanity—ordinary folk who, were it not for the small matter of not knowing me from Adam, would no doubt mob me to get a photo, autograph or lock of hair. Surely, there must be a reasonable explanation for this unwarranted obscurity. And I intend to find it.
To my way of thinking, there are three basic routes to international notoriety; attractiveness, talent and serial killing sprees. Clearly, only two of those methods are morally acceptable, and therefore, nowhere near as effective as the third.
RANDOM
BLOG
What makes a Bond flick an actual Bond flick.
I just saw the new movie, Casino Royale, starring Daniel Craig, and enjoyed it. Too bad, it's not a Bond flick.
Yes, the lead character is named James Bond, but no, that doesn't make it a Bond flick (see Never Say Never Again). In fact, while the Broccolis think there have already been 21 or 22 Bond films, there have really only been about six: Dr. No, From Russia With Love, Goldfinger, Thunderball, You Only Live Twice, and Diamonds Are Forever.
In short, the Sean Connery ones.
