Monday, January 09, 2006
The Road to Singapore!
Hi all, I’m here! The flight, blah, blah, blah, long, lag, layover, whatever…
First thought: QuickTime
Ok, no reply from Apple yet. So, one of my helpful friends step up and point out the obvious. Silly me, I didn’t know that when you bought something you already had you didn’t need to get it. (I reach for my computer science degree and start the barbeque with it.) Thank you Rowe. And yes, the jackass head fits nicely.
Second thought: Love
I truly know I’m loved when my favorite bartender Leigh, sends me a martini haiku. (Check the comments from the last posting) There are tears in my eyes. and an olive in my empty glass.
Third thought: Singapore!
Here at last. So new to it here that I haven’t been able to get on line, download any of the pictures that I have taken or wash my sweaty ass. Yes! By god, it’s hot. Not completely unmanageable, nor uncomfortable yet, but when rust starts dropping from my under-carriage from chafing, I’m forced to pause.
Forth thought: Chafing!
This, all my dear friends, in my nemesis. My Achilles heal, my kryptonite, my dark little secret. I chafe! I chafe like Beethoven decomposes. I don’t know what to do? Powder? Shove a blow drier in my pants? Panic? It’s really a pain when a monkey in an exotic land runs into the jungle with your golf ball (to fuck it, I think) and all you can think about it, “am I starting to chafe? Let’s see, this is the eight hole, if I start chafing now I should be in shock by the time I get to the eighteenth.
Fifth thought: Golfing
Yes I went golfing! One of the guys from the studio grabbed me and hauled me up to Malaysia to golf. Poor me, right? I don’t really want to golf just yet. There are other things I’d like to do first. Like, let see… get over jet lag? Call my wife, maybe tell her that I arrived here and I didn’t get caned for having the bird flu the second my plain’s wheels touched down? Someone spilled the beans that I golfed and didn’t qualify the statement by suggesting anything about my abilities, or desire to do so. I golf the way most people fuck. I learned on my own, and I put just enough effort into it to get by. So the next time I say I golf like fuck you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Sixth thought: Outside.
The other thing that I was preoccupied with while golfing was the wild life. I started out fine; even with jet lag and the threat of chafing I had a really good first hole. (For me that’s one over par) then one of the guys told me to look out for snakes in the rough. Apparently the pythons aren’t poisonous but the ten hundred other verities of snakes are. This is where my game went to shit.
More when I actually have a place to live. Who knows, maybe I’ll learn to like golfing again.
Sleep well my little snowflakes.
First thought: QuickTime
Ok, no reply from Apple yet. So, one of my helpful friends step up and point out the obvious. Silly me, I didn’t know that when you bought something you already had you didn’t need to get it. (I reach for my computer science degree and start the barbeque with it.) Thank you Rowe. And yes, the jackass head fits nicely.
Second thought: Love
I truly know I’m loved when my favorite bartender Leigh, sends me a martini haiku. (Check the comments from the last posting) There are tears in my eyes. and an olive in my empty glass.
Third thought: Singapore!
Here at last. So new to it here that I haven’t been able to get on line, download any of the pictures that I have taken or wash my sweaty ass. Yes! By god, it’s hot. Not completely unmanageable, nor uncomfortable yet, but when rust starts dropping from my under-carriage from chafing, I’m forced to pause.
Forth thought: Chafing!
This, all my dear friends, in my nemesis. My Achilles heal, my kryptonite, my dark little secret. I chafe! I chafe like Beethoven decomposes. I don’t know what to do? Powder? Shove a blow drier in my pants? Panic? It’s really a pain when a monkey in an exotic land runs into the jungle with your golf ball (to fuck it, I think) and all you can think about it, “am I starting to chafe? Let’s see, this is the eight hole, if I start chafing now I should be in shock by the time I get to the eighteenth.
Fifth thought: Golfing
Yes I went golfing! One of the guys from the studio grabbed me and hauled me up to Malaysia to golf. Poor me, right? I don’t really want to golf just yet. There are other things I’d like to do first. Like, let see… get over jet lag? Call my wife, maybe tell her that I arrived here and I didn’t get caned for having the bird flu the second my plain’s wheels touched down? Someone spilled the beans that I golfed and didn’t qualify the statement by suggesting anything about my abilities, or desire to do so. I golf the way most people fuck. I learned on my own, and I put just enough effort into it to get by. So the next time I say I golf like fuck you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Sixth thought: Outside.
The other thing that I was preoccupied with while golfing was the wild life. I started out fine; even with jet lag and the threat of chafing I had a really good first hole. (For me that’s one over par) then one of the guys told me to look out for snakes in the rough. Apparently the pythons aren’t poisonous but the ten hundred other verities of snakes are. This is where my game went to shit.
More when I actually have a place to live. Who knows, maybe I’ll learn to like golfing again.
Sleep well my little snowflakes.
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