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Entries Tagged as 'USA'

In which I find myself in the Land of the Free and Home of the Unicorns*. No, wait.

December 5th, 2008 2 Comments

The Land of the Wild MacBook Pro A few days in and the jet lag has worn off. Which is a shame, because I enjoy falling asleep in my steak dinner, waking at 3.45 the next morning and shuffling to the toilet with the dog watching me all the way down the hall: ‘Will you [...]

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Let’s get this mofo on the road

November 28th, 2008 1 Comment

In which the packing has had a thoroughly good seeing to and is now gibbering in a corner: Extra pantage?  Check (thanks eatfoss). Ticket?  Check. Suede chaps? Naturally. I’m out of here.  Planning on updating via mobile, if I can figure it out, and Twittering when I’m not nose-deep in a burrito. See you guys [...]

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Packing. Or not.

November 27th, 2008 1 Comment

I’m still not packed. Tonight’s highlights will therefore include: Me packing clothes I’ve not had time to wash (because I’ve been twittering obsessively and watching Buffy re-runs so busy), muttering all the while ‘Hell, they have launderettes/laundromats/whatever in the States’. Dinner chez AA Charcoal Grill, from whence I shall bring home the Shish Kebab with [...]

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I can’t sit still

November 26th, 2008 No Comments

And no, that title has nothing to do with rashes in inappropriate places or haemorrhoids.  What it has to do with is that I’m getting ridiculously excited about the prospect of a full three weeks off work.  OK, and the sweeping grandeur and epic vistas of The Grand Canyon, the energy and elegance of San [...]

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In which I start with the old bloggery

November 25th, 2008 No Comments

Well, this is exciting.  For me anyway. So this bloggery thing will resemble, I suppose, the non-stop shitstorm that is going on in my mind. Better out than in, many people say.  Like farting, then.  We’ll see.  And expect me to run the OTHER WAY when they crack open the straightjacket. Mum keeps calling, afraid [...]

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