So I should post something

Yay for John posting twice recently.
I thought I would pop in a short note while I´m here rocking the third world. Or, consequently, letting the third world rock me. Yeah, I told most people I would be on vacation in Peru for a week with Jen. So far it´s been great. Uh. Yeah.

Well, I don´t have too much to say, except that there have been lots of funny things that happened. Like, well, our plane to Cuzco being cancelled...then uncancelled, then cancelled, and our alternate flight losing our luggage. And how a lot of people here seem to know good english, but that never prepares me for the moments my translator wanders off somewhere and someone else needs me to understand their fast-talking Español.

Also, the keyboards on these computers are really funny, and I can´t really fully utilize the default Windows interface, as it´s all in Spanish.
There´were plenty of National Geographic moments today, we went horseback riding (not as cool as you´d like to think) around some ruins and our trail went through all these small villages. There´d definitely be donkeys and llamas standing around not knowing what the heck. And my horse kept wanting to wander off, or bury its head in another horse´s hind end.
Overall, I guess it was alright, but the altitude in Cuzco (10,000 ft above sea level) kind of makes my head hurt. It makes it worth it though when you meet the kinds of people here that you do, and then see some crazy mountains and ruins and stuff that make you think of The Lord of the Rings...if it had taken place in South America.

So really, it´s just weird and funny being here, but I suspect I should survive and maybe learn some new spanish and have some tacky souvenirs for a few folks.

Later.

Girlfriend stole funny

I think I've been at times saddled with the burden of providing a continuous stream of conciousness to this blog, though lately, my lesser contributions have been fewer and farther between. Thank goodness for Gregory, John Martin whose subtle form of utilitarian humor packs a solid "OH SNAP" to it.
Sometimes I think girlfriend might work the opposite way of a muse. This is because girlfriend doesn't inspire me to write songs with lyrics about volcanic eruptions and bird extinctions, and girlfriend certainly doesn't inspire me to write funny blog entries consisting of "WORD(e)" and "Did I do this right?"

Verbose, I used to be, my mental extractions only rivaled by the Yin to my Nate Yang, the incredulicious Nate Beard aka New Jersey Brother™. I'm lately plagued by the unceremonious curse of brain death that usually results in coma or vegetative state. For me it means I am just functioning off my will to survive. Eye of the tiger.
Office time is slow time, particularly on the days I'm forced to do counter-watch on my lunch hour. This is the time when I do a receptionists job, but since it's Friday, during lunch hour, that really constitutes a rare citizen complaint call, which I promptly hand over to someone else.
Time for me to sit, it leaves me to ponder my existence and the meaning of life within the confines of two cubicle walls and a vast assortment of printing and copying hardware which is all broken on this particular week.

It's high time for a vacation, since the literal meaning of that seems to be "a vacating". In my place will be an empty, uncomfortable chair, replete with crumbs from this week's granola high. My fix, nestled in a plastic cup.
I think girlfriend said on our trip we have internet that we can use at one of the hotels. I don't really want to but my addiction will probably force me to send at least an e-mail or a post while I am there. Nefarious.

Granola is starting to stare at me again, boring into my skull, begging me to finish the box. With 3 ways to go natural, it's really hard to resist.