Today's journal entry will be short, as we
still got loads of unpacking to do from the site move -- so read today's
strip and be happy about it, darn you! Children in Cambodia don't
get any cartoons at all, just the occasional puppet show using cast-off human
skulls. Why, in my day, if we wanted comics, we had to build them ourselves
from flat stones and baling wire!
We had our first decent snowfall of the season
around noon, today. I took a brisk walk (later described, fancifully, as
a 'run') down the block and took some snapshots of the storm to show a friend
of mine who lives in warmer lands down south. Was she impressed? Probably
not -- you can take a good photo of piled or drifting snow when it's on the
ground, but for falling snow, you really kinda have to be there.
And I'm not just saying this because I'm a
bad photographer. I have a whole different set of excuses for that.
Later on -- after a hard day's work, I assure
you -- I stumbled upon my copy of Dance Dance Revolution Remix, which I had
long thought permanently lost. I celebrated by carefully pulling all the
blinds in the room, and making a fool of myself until I was ready to fall
down and vomit. After that, more work, and that was about the extent of my
One day, hundreds of years from now, a historian
will find this account of my day terribly interesting. He will be a lonely,