Courtesy of Mario, I just had the privilege of watching Jon Stewart settle once and for all the debate of Barack Obama’s birth. There really are few things that make me as happy as when Jon Stewart comes on comedically points out other reporters’ stupidity. The man has a gift, and this segment is entertaining as hell.
Enjoy!
| The Daily Show With Jon Stewart | Mon – Thurs 11p / 10c | |||
| The Born Identity | ||||
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A couple of weekends ago some friends and I decided to take a mini road trip to San Diego for a 311 concert. Rather than just going down for the day, we decided to make a weekend trip out of it. Despite some obstacles along the way (like not having a place to stay until the day before hand, among other things!), once we got on the road everything was ok.
We got a really late start, so got in pretty late on Friday. We went straight to the Sandbar to help Sandy properly celebrate her birthday. The next day, we went on a pub crawl in PB to continue the celebration. Just as we were walking to the first stop, Brett got a call from another friend of ours. She was frantic, but since I wasn’t on the phone I had no idea why.
Turns out her mom went down into the deep cuts of Mexico to visit some family, and forgot her Green Card. Not thinking this was a big deal, she had her daughter – my friend – fax a copy down to her. The Mexican travel authorities said this was not sufficient. So Meli went to the airport where her mom would be arriving, and gave them the Green Card to scan into the system. But again, the airline in Mexico said this was not sufficient either. Next idea: just sneak over the border. Apparently that family has been doing it for years lol. But that wasn’t an option either. After all, she can’t be her risking her legal status by doing something stupid like that.
On the 4th of July I had hoped to go out and do something. But due to a lot of factors, by the time I made this decision Petra was already in bed. I decided that rather than sit around the apartment by myself, I would hit up the streets of the Costa Brava and find some entertainment.
It didn´t take long.
I just wanted to sit somewhere and maybe have a drink while watching the people go by. However, I have a fear of going to a restaurant, particularly one in a foreign country, and sitting down at a table by myself. Not to mention that here you seat yourself at most restaurants, but not all of them. So I was definitely nervous about it, but decided I just had to conquer the insecurity and go out and do it.
I finally found an ok, non-intimidating looking restaurant and had a seat. I ordered a glass of wine and started watching the people. I realized I hadn´t picked the best of locations, but it would do. And oh were there lots of people to see!
Upon our return from Paris, Petra noticed a man sleeping on an inflatable raft at the airport. The kind you would use in a pool or a lake or something to just float on. I’m not sure if she was joking or not, but she knew I have 2 long layover ahead of me, and said I should get one.
I totally wanted one. Yes, this is a BRILLIANT idea. I will just get one back in our little beach town.
Finding an inflatable raft became quite the mission. It seems the stores in our town sell pool noodles, swim wings, inner tubes, inflatable dolphins you can ride, and even inflatable pool sets if you’re weary of the beach. But no simple little blow up rafts to float on.
Petra and I were all set to head to Paris, or so we thought. I booked our flights there and back, set up our hotel, and despite arriving I to the cuttiest of the 3 Parisian airports, I found us an amazingly priced shuttle service. 36 euro roundtrip per person. I figured it was cheaper because it dropped us at the Arc di Triumf rather than our hotel. In all my planning, I neglected to get us to and from the airport in Spain. I guess I assumed we would take the bus into Girona? Either way our flight was early and that wasn’t an option.
We were pretty frantic the day before so we went to the library to book a shuttle. How expensive could that be?
New York also has a little known (or at least I’ve never heard of it) museum dedicated to sex. Having time to kill and being totally interested as to what might be contained here, J and I ventured in.
Warning: This blog post definitely contains ADULT content, in the form of text and pictures. Continue at your own risk 
I sat next to a man the other day who was reading a book called:
The colonization patterns of insects
That sounds like QUITE the page-turner LOL
And better yet, I wanted to post a link to this book, but I can’t seem to find it on amazon.com or any such sites. Maybe I’m checking sites that are too mainstream/not nerdy enough. Whatever, it’s a 50 word post. I’m not going to waste my time scavenging for a book I will never read
There is nothing to say about this, except WOW. This poor white kid thinking he had to spell (and repeatedly say) “niggas”. Absolutely classic.
Moral of the story: When in doubt, sound it out!
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGdCeMayUjk[/youtube]
LOL hilarity! A classic Justin Timberlake SNL sketch brightened my day:
Negativity ain’t helping Jo-Jessica!
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