simple really
In no particular order – the events of the past week and a half or so –
Number of near death events: 4
I forgot that some roads are now one-way (a lifetime of habit on familiar streets) and ended up looking in the wrong direction for oncoming traffic.
Number of new bloggerati met: 2
Although one guy (you know who you are etc) was a brief meeting. The Fascist was, gratifyingly, almost exactly as I had imagined – although he sounded odd over the phone.
Random acts of desperation: 2
I still don’t have a DSL connection. A couple of days after I landed, I lugged my laptop over to a cafe (with hideously priced smoothies) just to enjoy the free wifi on offer. I felt simultaneously bad and good about the whole thing. Bad, because ye know – I didn’t really want to go to that place. Good because, well.. internet.
I also sent a plainitive SMS to tezcat asking for news of the internets. He rose to the occasion with a summary that would have done any summer-upper (sumerian?) proud.
Random three wheeler dudes talking to me about politics: 5
No really. I don’t care. Please stop. Why doesn’t my usual non-committal grunt work with you anymore?
Random three wheeler dudes talking to me about rising prices: umm. lost count
I’m still operating on UK prices and conversions. I laugh mockingly at your puny 2 quid fare. Well, no. The beer is annoyingly expensive. Maybe I’m just going to the wrong places.
New eateries scoped out: 4
The Sizzle was decent (their website still no worky, btw). Photos taken. Not sure if my whipping out a camera was the reason for being offered a questionnaire at the end of the meal or not. Maybe it was just a slow day, which is why the manager/owner chappie came over and asked us about the meal.
At the other end of the spectrum, also went (twice!) to a place near Nawala named “The Chinese Steam Boat”. Their gin is vile and filthy cheap. I highly recommend it. Decent food too, I guess.
Number of cumulative hours spent in a gaming cafe getting my ass kicked by screaming twelve year olds: umm… 15ish, I think
*mumble mumble* I was having a bad day or three, ok?
Number of paranoid bus conductors heard screaming at people to grab hold of their own bags: about 3
Yeah, bombs on buses, yadda yadda.
There’s more, but that’s probably for later.
On 02-Mar-08 at 5:55 pm,
simple really wrote:
[...] A Bugged Life [ philippine technology. the communications industry and geek rants ] wrote an interesting post today onHere’s a quick excerptIn no particular order – the events of the past week and a half or so – Number of near death events: 4 I forgot that some roads are now one-way (a lifetime of habit on familiar streets) and ended up looking in the wrong direction for oncoming traffic. Number of new bloggerati met: 2 Although one guy […] [...]
On 03-Mar-08 at 1:24 am,
zlot wrote:
Heh, I was almost roadkill the last time I was there. Didn’t wanna risk driving so I took the bus and got lost. Then wheeler.
On 03-Mar-08 at 9:31 am,
SpectralCentroid wrote:
Ah. You is here. Welcome.
On 03-Mar-08 at 11:23 am,
tinylittlefascist wrote:
I’m going to say it out loud for you:
Drac went to BAREFOOT.
There.
On 03-Mar-08 at 12:03 pm,
Curious Yellow wrote:
You make me sick drac. Barefoot? Fie!
Aren’t there coffee places that do free wifi? Coffee Bean I think. The coffee’s not bad either.
On 03-Mar-08 at 12:25 pm,
Elric wrote:
Ah, I thought I detected to distinct improvement in drac’s prose. Now I know why – he has drank from sacred waters. Expect weary yet intense stream of consciousness odes, nonchalantly strung together, as to how the world imposes its petty vicissitudes and fails to recognise his genius. I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m already getting certain sensation in my special place.