¡Peligroso!

Well, Howdy Stranger!

Someone Put Time Into This

Someone put time into this, and I can't get it together to take a bag of old clothes to Housing Works.

Seeing Reflections On The Water (not lace nor leather)

So on Sunday I was doing what I do, trying to find an interesting cover of that best Bond song of the 90s, "Goldeneye." I found this.



Who is this man? Why is this man? Why are there less than 1000 views for this man? Why does he have 128 videos? Everything is wonderful.




God Bless, internet. Thank you.

Silly Brits, Tigers Live in Asia!

Story here.

No wonder the sun set on their empire.

of Shot, Slipperiness, and Ladies Portions

Hey, guess what! I totally forgot I went to London last month. These were my favorite bits of signage:

Sometimes at restaurants, there's a warning your food may contain "shot." Mmmm, animals.

This sign was posted three times in the bathroom at my horrible hotel. Are British people slippery than Americans?

And this one, I promise you, is coming into my lexicon. Ladies Portion!

Content Poach FAIL

OK, so this site was popular for a while and not so much anymore, but that doesn't mean there aren't still some goodies in this collection of things that, um, Fail. So, a little content poaching seemed in order.

As someone who peddles books, I like this here library collection:


As someone who is sometimes a perv, this makes me laugh.

Dirty words! Foreigner accident!

Mmm, Grandma...

This is not how you save money on gas.


This might be?

Anyway, the end.

A B.M. In A Can!

What a funny thing to find in a train station kiosk.

Hee Hee, "Gigante"

Foreigners are cute.

el Arte tan bueno

I spent today in the Thyssen-Bornemisza, perhaps my favorite museum and one I haven't been to in about a decade. The familiarity of some of the paintings made me feel so good.

Interestingly, I could have just sat in Kevin's house it seems to have enjoyed some of the art.

Que Bueno

My first Fanta Limon and ham sandwich. I will eat this for every meal here.

Jolly Hockeysticks!

Cor blimey, guv'. I'm off to Blighty.

Dancing On His Own, Iceland-Style

OK, remember Seth? Of course you do.

He did this. Why? Because he saw a funny looking white-haired man dancing.


What? Good job Seth. Mostly I post pictures of Kitties and Divas, according to some people.

Here's the video:


More of his music here.

I Cainet Understand You

"I couldn't understand a word Michael Caine said. I just waited for the gaps and then said my lines."

British people talk funny. Happy Birthday, Michael Caine!

The Shrimps Have Eyes!

I ate them. I couldn't be rude. Singapore!

Chips, Ahoy!

Foreigners eat the darndest things. These are what I encountered at the food mart near my hotel in New Zealand.

Mmm, Lemon Moroccan Chicken.

Roast Lamb & Mint! I love that they remembered the mint, and not just 'cause I have that "mint" tag.

These ones did not actually have the Full On Flavour of Burgers (or Penguins).

Thank you, New Zealand, for your fun tasties.

Foreigners Sing The Darndest Things

I forgot all about Amanda Lear.




Where was she when we were driving to the outlet malls?



God Bless those Foreigners. Every one.

Drei Dinge auf Deutschland

Here are three things I learned while in Germany.

One: if you order Nachos, you get a plate of Doritos with three dips.


Two: they have no idea what QWERTY means. Tzping can be a dooyz.

Three: here's a gratuitous picture of me with culture and coffee.
Das Ende.

Books Are Exciting!

So, our dear friend Damon is a hero!

He's pictured above left at a previous Bookfair, I think this was 2004 or thereabouts. Most years, I get to celebrate my birthday with him, which is a pretty good consolation prize for not being home.

Anyway, this post isn't about my birthday, or even our friendship.

You may have seen this piece on NPR, or elsewhere:

Sadly, that's what happens when you go to 3rd World Countries like "England."

Fortunately, Kiwi-trained heroes abound, even on Knife-Crime Island. Here's what our Damon did:

Heroism! Cussing! Spectacles! Book business is fun! In the end, Sir Franzen got his glasses back, Damon and I had beer and "nachos" (pictures TK), and then I read about half of Freedom on the flight home. All in all, Win Win Win. Except for the miscreant.

Fruhliche Geburtstag To Me

Birthday, Frankfurt Book Fair style.