This is Merlin the comatose rabbit, his story is in an earlier entry. Apparently he was saved from being snake food as a young buck, so he missed out on all the educational toys and attention that Klem and Lulu got. Anyroad, we sucked in the pub quiz the other night and walked out halfway through leaving our quiz sheet with another team… Dr.Jeckyl’s first name? the ZIP code for Iowa? How many bulls in a Spanish bull fight? We didn’t stay for the answers, but I think google might know. We went from abject failure in the quiz to one of the only scrabble games with no words longer than 4 letters. Dismal. Hey ho. Friday was nice, we were celebrating/commiserating my boss, Joop’s moving on to bigger and better things and had a couple of swift pints with the team (all in matching PAPAS T-shirts) before going home to see Sita and go to Ciao Bella to celebrate our anniversary. Photos shortly. Today we’re off to Sudarat’s for breakfast and stuff, there should be quite a crowd there. anyroad, that’s all fer now, cheersy.
I went round the place I had an interview with yesterday, but no news. The Americans who interviewed me had fled (flewn? flown? fleas?) back to Utah and everyone will hear by email. I won’t hold my breath though. Maybe my demands of five hundred quid a month for a 40 hour week were too high… Anyroad, no worries, just don’t forget to send anyone looking for web sites to this self-taught, outsourced English bloke in Guadalajara whose blog you stumble by occasionally…
I painted the other half of the living room today, an off-white taupey colour. Can’t really tell the difference myself, but Sita’s happy and that’s the main thing. How many living rooms can boast 5 ifferent colours? Eh? I wrote an Xmas card to one of me grandmothers, Nanny. She’s not on Skype yet so I had recourse to use MS Word. My faith in the Mexican postal system is not 100%. The DVDs of the tour of the house never arrived at either my nor Sita’s folks, and I’m guessing Jesse’s SPSS never arrived neither. Although things seem to get to us OK.
Two collisions at the crossroads in front of our house today. I was wondering when it was going to happen again, it’d been almost a fortnight. No injuries as usual, just major damage. If I have any red paint from the kitchen left I’m going to sneak out in the middle of the night and put a large “STOP” sign on the side road, or maybe the piles of shattered presurized glass will be enough.
I’m already regretting that the film we’re off to see in 10 mins (Wednesdays are 25peso cinema days) is “In her shoes” (en sus zapatos). Not that I go to see films with preconceptions or anything, but I’m thinking it’s not going to merit many more than 3 Lulus. We shall see.
Back to the Matera tomorrow night to hear Jose’s latest escapades and sample animals cooked to perfection. “Mi vida es una telenovela,” he told me on the mobile phone, “Mala y barata”. Bless.
In other news. It’s very sunny round here. T-shirt and shorts again. And finally have a pic of Sita and me in an Agave field 2 years ago. I made a thank you card for the bloke who spent 3 hours filling us in on the history of Mayahuel. If you have any questions about tequila, I reckon we can handle any of them. Oh and click here on this button thing: nothing bad will happen. Promise.
I’ve just downloaded 200 megs + from gwynunlimited.com (my old corner of the internet) with a view to shutting it all down. It’s got so much stuff there though. Downloading it was like finding a box of badly sorted photos and letters from several years ago.
I give it another month before it disappears completely.
For now, here are some highlights from memory lane circa 2004:
Crunchy nut cornflakes disappeared off the market in the States, and all I have left of them is this scan of a limited edition packet from 2004… No photoshop. That’s the uberpatriotic packaging. This was in the days before Steven Colbert.
Atticus’s wound was going down nicely… too nicely. It healed up, stopped oozing and started swelling again and a trip to the vets was in order this morning. $150 bucks later and the drain’s back in, the 15 inch collar’s on and, oh, he has tapeworm (don’t worry, Liz, it’s a one-off pill treatment, wil clear up in no time, promise, and we’re thinking of getting him Doggy health insurance for the next year…) (please don’t change you mind…). He needs constant care and attention and I’ve got a million things to do… Honest.
I’ve been backing up DVDs before our trip… I was testing the copy of Spaced and happened upon the episode where Daisy gets a dog while Mike and Tim are out paintballing. The episode ends with Tim saying something along the lines of “I’ve never been this happy, I literally have no responsibilities at all, and everything has been sorted out”, then the camera zooms back to the scottie dog that’s just been adopted… with the attendant horror film effects.
A n t s found my desk today so i went to the local chinese 99 cent store and asked if they had any insecticide, sprays, powders, or chal k maybe? He asked how many, I said 5 (cos this stuff is hard to source) and he solemnly reached into the depths of the area behind the counter and quickly put them in a black plastic bag and took his 4.96 +tax. This chalk stuff is incredible, ants sniff it and fall down dead. I’ve always been amazed that this ‘non-toxic’ mix of homeopathic herbs and lemon extract could do that… Maybe a little naive on my part… Anyroad, I read the label and this time, instead of ‘non-toxic’ it says low-poisonous which was a little concerning… so I googled it and here’s one of the articles about it. Not quite as homeopathic as I’d thought… On the other hand, the active ingredient, deltameethrinee is a common insecticide, the DEA seems to have issues with it being in handy chalk stick form which kids might eat/use. Which is fair enough, but we don’t have kids. just a dog and rabbits and they’ll be kept well away. What do you reckon? Comment me your thoughts… This post contains a few strategic misspelllinggs…
Estaban dos nios jugando fútbol en un parque en Guadalajara cuando uno de ellos es atacado por un feroz perro “Rotweiller”.
Pensando rápido, el otro nio arranca rápido una tabla de una cerca y le da un golpe en el cuello del perro, matándolo instantáneamente.
Un reportero que se encontraba cerca observa la escena y corre a entrevistar al valiente nio mexicano y escribe en su libreta: “VALIENTE FAN DE LAS CHIVAS SALVA A SU AMIGUITO DE LAS FAUCES DE AGRESIVO PERRO”
a.. Yo no le voy a las chivas, replica el pequeo héroe. b.. Perdona, como estamos en Guadalajara asumí que le ibas a las chivas.
Entonces escribió: “VALIENTE FAN DEL ATLAS SALVA A SU COMPAÑERO DE TERRIBLE ATAQUE”
a.. Tampoco le voy al Atlas le dice el nio… b.. Asumí que estando en Guadalajara le irías a las Chivas o al Atlas. Entonces, ¿A quién le vas? a.. Le voy al América le dice el nio…
Entonces el reportero escribió: “CHILANGO MANIATICO ASESINA A INDEFENSA MASCOTA DE FAMILIA JALISCIENSE
This is Merlin the comatose rabbit, his story is in an earlier entry. Apparently he was saved from being snake food as a young buck, so he missed out on all the educational toys and attention that Klem and Lulu got.
