Italy changes its name to Japanaly
Friday, July 21 2006
Before I start my daily Blog entries on "Europe how to's, do's and don'ts, and ' I see them here there and everywhere'" I must first share a thought....I will even go as far as saying A FACT! I am convinced that between July 1st, 2006 and July 17th, 2006 Japan was empty. I am not talking about a metaphorical void...I am speaking of a literal absence of people. I believe that every Japanese person got onto a boat or plane and high-tailed their butts to Italy. Never, in my life, have I had the unfortunate opportunity to experience Japanese culture, full throttle, IN ITALY!
"Oh look dear...there's Michelangelo's masterpiece on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel behind the flash of 1,000,000 flashes from Japanese peoples cameras." Where's the reverence in that?
Secondly, do they really expect us to believe that they don't understand. There is a GINORMOUS sign that shows a nice picture of a camera with a BIG ASS LINE RUNNING THROUGH IT! and the caption reads. NO PHOTO! If that doesn't do it then there is the dozen guards yelling and giving the universal "NO" finger shake. Even with all of that they still just smile and nod A MILE MILES PER SECOND. How does there head not shake off when it is moving that fast and that often.
Anyway...before I have a second aneurism, I am going to go and relax by reading "The World is Flat".
mySpace....yourSpace....ourSpace
Saturday, July 29 2006
Being that this site is multifaceted in that it houses a blog, html coding, videos, and myspace codes, etc I thought it fun to point out an interesting fact. I hate MySpace. Its true...I hate it so much that I use it practically every week...at times everyday. You might be asking yourself "Why would a person who provides coding for MySpace...hate it". Well...here is your answer. BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE HAS ONE! I am left alone, buddyless you might say, on the archaic AIM, with no one to IM. Now, I am forced to "comment" or "message" people. To make matters more complicated I have to be approved by my "friend" before I can comment. Does anyone else realize that we have actually taken a step back in technology. Communication is no longer instantaneous via (example) IM. We now have to wait for a response to our "comment". Additionally, it seems like MySpace has turned into this gigantic million person race to see who has the most "friends". Is there really any joy in searching and clicking "add as friend" to as many people as possible. Since when did these acts become deemed as 'cool' and not pathetic.
People....the world is...NO WAIT...the world HAS changed. It is now cool to be uncool and uncool to be cool. So, should I conform to this every changed MySpace world and request the chick from American Idol to be my friend.....I say...Not Yet! I am still holding on, steadfast, to my buddylist ("my buddy and me" theme song playing in the background"), waiting for the day when AIM prevails and buddylists soar once again.

In this past week I have unearthed three inconsistencies about modern day man that I call 'Life’s Oops'. I am not giving my three inconsistencies the World Title (for I know there are many); I am simply saying that unless you are aware of life's cruel lessons, you are in for one expensive bill (I'll explain later).
1) I’ll take 'Liar' for 500 Alex. Alex says, "They never seem to overcast this position. This profession always sea's sunshine weather right or wrong". Answer: A weatherman. I know this is a common "life's oops", but I couldn't write a blog about crap without mentioning crap. To this day I refuse to put any value in the 10 day forecast. Although, the only time I ever thanked the weatherman for being wrong was when he forecasted my wedding for a thunderstorm and it was BRIGHT AND SUNNY!
2) There’s probably no old hags ready this Blog, but for those of you who religiously check this blog I thank you for your support and please skip to line 14 (# 4). For everyone else...what’s the deal with senior citizen drivers!? You have to be 21 to drink, 18 to smoke, run the mile in under 10 minutes (which isn't hard..but still) to join the police force, you have to have an arch in your foot and perfect vision to join the army, you need a parent to get your ear pierced with a pretty little hoop, and all the other crap. BUT OLD PEOPLE DON'T HAVE TO: see, hear, reach the peddle, wave, or even BREATHE to operate a 2,000 lb machine that the only defensive on coming traffic has to ward off these mess' is a large, gigantic strip of paint. COME ON PEOPLE! I am not honking because I want you to flash me....I WANT YOU TO MOVE! Honk does not mean..."sure come over to my lane and force me to perform an evasive maneuver". IT MEANS....GET THE HELL OFF THE ROAD! So for 'Life's Oops" # 2....Giving a drivers license to old people. (and I don't care about being p.c.)
3) It's quite hard to top # 2 so I will keep this one short. I have learned that there is scarcely anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse, and sell a little more cheaply. The person who buys on price alone is this man's lawful prey.
4) I love old people.....and when I said that I would explain later I didn't say when.
How to stuff 10lbs of modern day crap in a 5lb weatherman bag
Thursday, August 3 2006